ashley-jones

[ashley-jones]

Purity

Aemond Targaryen x Innocent Niece OC

OC name: Amelia Targaryen first of her name, heir of Driftmark

Your innocence drags me closer to my madness, instead of an eye for an eye, I shall take you as my bride.

Warnings: Cursing, smut, death, murder, dagger, knife kink, corruption kink, innocence kink

King’s Landing is a once lively and beautiful place of freedom. Where lords and ladies could walk the halls arms linked, giggling and talking aloud of gossip. An area the royal family of House Targaryen had raised their families with peace and alliance of love and family. The sun would shine down on the kingdom, encouraging the dragons to soar through the skies with their riders. But now it was nothing but a darkened hole of depression, no longer filled with life, but instead covered in the faith of the seven. The seven-pointed star haunted the halls of the Blacks as they entered, staring at the unfamiliar halls that brought an uncomfortable shiver to the children.

The only daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong stared up at the star in confusion, her brother’s having run off to the training grounds. “I do not get it. What does it mean?” she whispered. Her guard shifted from beside her staring up at the star, then looking down at the princess. “It is a religion of the seven gods princess,” he answered. She hummed, turning from the star and walking in the same direction her brothers had walked mere minutes ago. Walking down the steps of the court, holding her dress seeing her brother standing at the weapons table. “Luke!” she called out. The younger looked away from their older brother smiling at his older sister, his arm lacing her when she stepped up beside him.

It amazed Luke how happy his sister was. The only reason they were back in Kings Landing was to push the claim of Driftmark to another because she is deemed a bastard. But she smiled without a care, too naive to come to terms with the title bastard. She was named heir of Driftmark the moment she was born after Jacecerys and that is the reason they are here; to be pushed down and away from the throne of Driftmark, where she will sit. Jace led towards a crowd that surrounded two wielders, one that tall with long white hair, and the other was Ser Criston Cole, or as Daemon called him, Ser Crispin. “Aemond..” she whispered to Jace. “Could be Aegon,” Jace muttered back. Her head turned growing more interested in the others surrounding the two, her guard standing tall behind her watching the prince and king's guard. “Well done my prince.” Ser Criston spoke. Her head turned back seeing it was indeed Aemond, a smile spreading across her features; while Jace and Luke looked uncomfortable. “Aemond..” she whispered. “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.” Criston complimented. “I don’t give a shit about tourneys. Nephews, niece.” Aemond spoke, slowly lowering his sword with a spin. “Have you come to train nephews?” he asked. “Kepus..” she spoke, but Jace grabbed her quickly turning her away from their uncle. She was far too innocent to understand the conflict between the two families, being hidden away and under-knowledged all her life.

Her smile faded quickly when the gates opened presenting Veamond Valerian. Her guard stepped forward, hand pressed over the handle of his sword when Vaemond stopped his pace staring at the princess. Her heart sped up in her ears, breath froze in her throat nearly choking her. Jace and Luke stepped up beside the guard, watching as Vaemond looked away without a word escaping him. “Asshole..” Jace muttered. “Don’t say that,” she whispered. Her guard didn’t let her move until Lord Vaemond was out of view, then gently ushering her forward, back towards the kingdom. Luke looked back towards Aemond, noticing the way his uncle watched his sister, a look of hunger and lust hidden behind his lilac eye.

Aemond wanted to corrupt his little niece and watch her fall apart beneath him. He wanted her cheeks to be soaked in tears, eyes filled with nothing but pleasure and want. He wanted to hear her beg and plead for him to fuck her til she no longer had a voice to beg with. He was tempted to drag her away, take her into a brothel making her look upon the world's sins of sex. Force her to listen as the women and men moan out in pleasure, profanities leaving them. Make her smell the strong scent in the air that filled the pleasuring halls. Aemond wanted to watch her break and fall, pleading for him to pick her back up and fix her, making her his in every single way possible; then toss her aside watching her mind break as no other is able to please her the way he was able to do so.

Her head turned back looking at her younger brother and then at him, her brown Hughes meeting his lilac one. She smiled gracefully, then called to Luke who quickly turned and followed after his siblings. They re-entered the Red Keep, the girl splitting from her brother’s going for her own chambers, guard following as always. She entered her old chambers, humming at the lack of change, making her way over towards the lounge in front of the fireplace, quickly sitting and lifting her legs. Her guard smiled sheepishly at her, the soft whispers of words leaving her didn’t bother him. She had visions just like Helaena did, Daemon had started calling her Amelia Velerion the pure Dragon Dreamer. It was a title that always made the princess smile, which would earn her a head pat from the Rogue Prince. “The strong that strikes the green wishing power will fall to his knees..” she whispered.

A knock on the door made the guard turn and unlatch it, pulling the door back and coming face to face with the one-eyed prince. “Prince Aemond, princess.” her guard informed her. She turned resting her chin on the back of the lounge and smiling at her uncle as he entered the room. “You can go, I wish to be alone with my niece,” Aemond ordered. The guard looked towards the princess for confirmation to which she nodded with a kind smile. He bowed, turned, and walked out closing the door behind him and taking a post beside the door. Aemond walked towards her, to which she watched him with a naive gaze. “I didn’t get much of a hello in the courtyard, dear niece.” he rasped. “My apologies uncle,” she whispered. She lowered her legs, standing to her full height, which wasn’t that tall. She was tiny compared to him, his hand reaching out and grasping at her right arm pulling her closer to him. Her innocent dough eyes stared up at him, her hand curling around, wrapping around his forearm as he did with hers.

He slowly stepped forward, making her take a step back waist hitting the lounge chair’s armrest. He leaned forward, his other hand moving to her waist pulling her into his chest and pressing against him. A small pitched yelp escaped her, hand grasping at his tunic, heartbeat speeding up. His hand moved from her arm, wrapping her in his strong grasp. She lowered her arms and wrapped them around his torso hugging him back, smiling softly. To her this was innocent, but to him, it was a cage that she was slowly falling into. She smelled of golden roses with a hint of lavender incense, also a small hint of dragon stench sitting on her skin. She relaxed in his hold, tucking her head into his shoulder, listening to his calm heartbeat.

“Let me touch you,” he muttered. She was confused, hands moving to sit against his chest. “You are touching me kepus..” she whispered. His knee moved to push her legs open, one hand moving down and beginning to pull her red golden laced dress up, til it bunched at her waist. “No. Let me truly touch you,” he muttered. “Aemond no..” she gasped. “It’s okay sweet girl. I’m only showing how much I’ve missed you.” he pushed. She looked uncertain, whining as his knee pushed into her covered cunt, eyes linked to his uncovered one. “Move your hips little one, it’ll make you feel good,” he whispered. She looked down at the connection between them, slowly grinding her hips down onto his knee, a strained gasp escaping her. “That's a good girl. Keep going, grind your pretty little pussy down on my knee,” he ordered. She whined obeying his words, hand pressed into his arm grinding herself down on him. Every 3 movements, he would flex his thigh, which would push into her clit causing a louder moan to escape her lips.

She looked up at him, lips parted, hands moving forward grasping at his waist pulling him closer. Pitched whines escaping her, while he watched her with a hazy gaze. She leaned up, nose pressing to his, heated breaths escaping her, and falling onto his own. Finally, she pushed forward, glossed lips molding with his, but he didn't kiss back. No instead he grabbed her throat pushing her back, a confused look forming in her eyes. "Aemond.." she moaned in disappointment. Pushing forward once more, only for him to lift his chin stopping her from kissing him.

Once he realized her want for control, his wanting lust slowly disappeared. He saw a look that matched Daemon's gaze of control, the eyes of a true Targaryen wishing for power. Those innocent eyes disappeared the further she got into pleasure. "Aemond.." she whispered. He moved away, pushing her back against the armrest, her hand catching herself so she wouldn't stumble. "Aemond." She repeated. But he just let out a deep hum, turning, and walking away no longer interested. He opened her door and walked out, listening as it shut behind him. She looked down in confusion, letting her dress fall back into place, teeth cutting into her lower lip. Her guard re-entered her room, head turning towards him quickly standing up straight and straightening herself. "Are you alright princess?" he softly questioned. "Yes.. Yes I'm alright." she stumbled.

She looked at him closely, standing straight and tall with confidence. His armor was black as night itself, his brown hair was pushed back leaving a few strands to frame his face. His eyes were the colors of emeralds, reminding her of her own dragon's eyes. His jaw was nearly sharp enough to cut paper, body lean but muscular even more noticeable beneath the armor. He had two swords by his side, one black with silver linings and a crown embroidered to the cover. The other golden laced with the same gems gems that sat on her neck, pronouncing him as her personal guard, her knight in shining black armor.

She didn't know what came over her, possibly it was hazy arousal Aemond had left her in that gave her a large amount of confidence to tease her guard. She grabbed the helmet from his hand, quickly stepping back and hiding it behind her back. He looked confused, eyeing her closely slowly stepping forward to take it back, but she stepped back once more. "You must earn it." she whispered. "How would you like me to do that princess?" he questioned. His deep voice sent chills down her spine, goosebumps gathering beneath her dress. "Touch me." she whispered. She could see him tense, then take in a deep breath and release it, replaying her words in his head. He walked forward, a large veined hand moving to sit against her left arm, slowly moving down to sit against her waist. Her eyes never moved from his, the helmet falling from her hand clashing with the stone flooring. "Please.." she whispered. The desperation in her sweetened tone made him give in. Leaning down, their lips mere inches from one anothers, breaths fading into one. Slowly she moved forward, placing her soft lips against his, muscled arm wrapping around her waist pulling her closer to him.

Her arms moved up, wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to her smaller frame. His hand slowly began to undo the dress atoning her figure, pulling the strings of the corset loose then carefully pulling the dress down her arms. His lips pressed to her cheek, her jaw, her throat, her neck, her shoulders, then right above her breasts. Every inch of skin he uncovered, he worshiped, kissing, licking, biting, but never once leaving any marks. Soon he was on his knees, his emerald faze lifting to her loving brown Hughes. "Grey.." she whispered. A deep hum escaped him, carefully lifting one of her legs resting it over his shoulder placing kisses along the inside of her thigh. Her head fell back against the wall, his kisses getting higher and higher, until finally they reached her cunt.

Pulling her panties aside, he dove in like she was his last meal. His lips wrapped around her sensitive mound, sucking at it causing moans to escape her glossy lips. Her back arched, fingers pulling him in further. Grey's tongue probed at her tigh hole, fucking into her, thumb pressing to her clit pushing and rubbing it in circles. Slick dripped from her cunt, moving down her thighs. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer, pleading for more as the knot in her stomach grew and grew, pleading for it to let loose. He licks and sucks got quicker, harder, feasting on her, tasting the sweetened dessert that sat between her legs. Then it burst, her back arched head falling back into stone, a loud pitched moan escaping her lips. Slick poured from her cunt, to which he drank in seconds. Her thighs shook against him as he licked and cleaned her, drinking every drop, not once letting it go to waste. As he lowered her leg she stumbled forward, making him catch her slowly standing and lifting her up. "Do you feel better princess?" he softly questioned. "Yes.. I thank you Grey.." she whispered. He laid her down gently, kissing her forehead in a loving manner.

He walked over grabbing a towel, wetting it then returning carefully cleaning her up. She watched him with a soft smile, the aftercare comforting her sensitive body. After he finished with that he placed another kiss on her forehead, pulling the fur blankets up and covering her, allowing her to slip into her dreams.

He left the room quietly but the sight of Rhaenyra made him freeze in worry. Her lilac gaze sat on him, then smiled softly knowing exactly what happened. "Do not fret, I was the same way." she softly spoke. He let out a sigh of relief, head lowering slightly. "I didn't take her maiden your grace." he whispered. "I know." Rhaenyra softly replied. "Don't let Aemond enter her chambers alone. The same with Aegon. The only males that should be alone with her are you, her brothers, or Daemon. I don't trust the others in this castle." Rhaenyra ordered. "Yes, your grace." Grey replied. Rhaenyra bowed her head, then continued her way towards her father's room.

Amelia walked through the gardens the next morning with Luke and Grey, awaiting Daemon to retrieve her for the petitions. Usually she'd take Cannibal out, but her mother thought it to be a bad time due to the early morning duties. "The flames will burst due to the lack of control.." she whispered while holding a rose. Luke looked up at her in confusion to her words. He's heard Daemon calling her visions a gift but a nightmare. She had Helaena where both dragon dreamers as Daemon called them, Helaena's being more invasive than Amelia's.

Amelia turned, seeing her mother's red dress in the corner of her eye. "It's time, you two." She softly spoke. Amelia lowered the rose slowly releasing it to lay on the grass, making her way to follow her mother to the throne room. Grey walking directly behind, hand clasped over the golden laced sword. Her heels clicked aling with her mother's along the stone floor, Daemon gently taking his step daughter's hand placing her in front of him, Luke standing beside her along with Jace on the other side. Grey stood beside Daemon, green eyes pouring into Aemond's one eye. The older males gaze darkened, making the Targaryen boy look away in annoyance.

Her head turned to stand front, seeing Otto sitting on the throne made her physically uncomfortable, her family seeming to share the same thoughts. She could feel Veamond's hardened gaze on her, but she never once gave him the satisfaction of her looking at him. Her dress was black with red lace, dragon scale detail was present along her shoulder and down her back. The necklace she was wearing was the same necklace Daemon had given her mother when she was younger, along with a silver dragon scaled collar that wrapped around the back of her neck, the tail springing in all sorts of directions.

"Though it is the great hope of this court that lord Corlys Verlaryon survive his wounds,we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Veamond of house Verlaryon." Otto spoke down on them. She could see Daemon's look of annoyance and the way he eyed her and Rhaenyra.

Vaemond looked at her, then stepped forward with his hand clasping in front of him. "My queen. My lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of old Valyra. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Verlaryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell on Valyrian, 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. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys' closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond spoke at the beginning of his petition.

"As it does in my son's and daughters, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." Rhaenys defended. "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." Rhaenyra insulted but informed. Amelia's hand wrapped around her mother's wrist, Alicent speaking up with her smart tone, making the blacks send her a sharpened glare. "You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."

Vaemond turned away from the queen and looked at the blacks with a smirk. Rheanrya looked away, but Amelia lifted her gaze holding him. Her gaze was dark, eyes almost black, making his gaze shift in the slightest. His gaze then moved back towards Rhaenyra regaining his smirk. "What do you know of Velaryon blood, princess?" he questioned. "I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." he smoothly spoke. Rhaenyra kept her face ahead, head nodding holding in any remarks or harsh emotions ready to spill out. Vaemond looked back down at Amelia, then turned away annoyed when he didn't get a shocked look like he got from her brothers, instead turning back to the queen and the hand. "My queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. 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." he spoke.

"Without Lord Corlys' here I doubt you have the right to consider yourself successor, when he has already named an heir." Amelia spoke up. "Without proper notice from your king, the Lord of Driftmark and the tides here you can ot call yourself successor, Lord Vaemond." she snapped. There wasn't time for naivety or innocence, she placed her mindset in the view of a queen, the heir of Driftmark. Daemon looked away smiling with pride, Rhaenyra looking at her with a look of pure shock, while Luke and Jace smirked. "You cannot call yourself Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the tides, Lord Vaemond. You are of kin, a second son, and you should know your place." she coldly added. "As should you princess." Alicent spoke up. Just as the princess was about to add a snarky comment towards the queen, the doors opened, the king presenting himself with two guards by his side. Vaemond couldn't snap at the girl like he wanted, especially when the king entered the throne room.

The knights introduced him, as he walked down the isle. The princess turned her gaze back towards her mother who smiled softly, touching her shoulder. "He's here to defend you my dear girl." Rhaenyra whispered. The princess turned her head, bowing to the king who looked at her, pride could be seen in his eyes. He then walked forward, head turning up to Otto Hightower. "I will sit on the throne today," he whispered. "Your grace." Otto muttered, bowing his head. Viserys began walking the steps, showing obvious struggle leaning forward, the crown falling from his head. She moved past her family, walking directly towards her grandsire, walking up the few steps kneeling and lifting the crown from the floor. "Here grandsire, let me help you." she softly spoke. He looked at her, nodding allowing her to help him up the rest of the steps, carefully sitting him. She leaned forward placing the crown on his head, bowing her head. "Thank you my dear child.." he whispered. "Of course my king." she whispered. Turning she walked back down the steps, taking her place beside Daemon and Grey once more. "Thank you." Rhaenyra whispered.

"I must admit my confusion." the king began. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes, is the princess Rhaenys." the king spoke. "Indeed your grace." Rhaenys replied. "It was every husband's will that Driftmark passed through Ser Leanor to his trueborn daughter Amelia Verlaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did I support him. As a matter of fact Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her children Amelia, Jace, and Luke to Lord Corlys grandson and granddaughter; Jaehaerys, Baela, and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys informed.

The three children turned their heads towards the three Valeryon children, each smiling innocently at one another turning and looking away. "Well… The matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Princess Amelia of House Velaryon as Heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood throne, and the next lady of the tides." the king spoke. Amelia nodding, along with Rhaenyra each keeping their eyes forward on the king.

"You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yes you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Verlaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond spat towards the king. "Allow it? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond." the king muttered. Vaemond glared at the king, then turned and pointed at the princess, to which Daemon shifted, grabbing her shoulder. "That is no true Verlaryon, and certainly no niece of mine." Vaemond growled. Amelia swallowed watching him, her mother ordering her to go to her chambers while remarking to Vaemond. "Amelia is my true-born granddaughter. And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark." the king spoke down on him. "You.. May run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom, and a thousand tribulations besides. And god's be damned… I will not see it ended on the account of this.." he muttered staring directly at Amelia. Grey pulled her back seeing the way Daemon was shifting Dark Sister. "Say it.." the prince whispered. "Her children.. are BASTARDS!" he yelled. Amelia and her brothers flinched, Rhaenyra quickly covering her children glaring at Vaemond. "And she is a whore… And her daughter will follow in her footsteps." he whispered.

Amelia's heartbeat sped up quickly at the mention of her being a whore, head turning away in shame feeling like the Lord in front of her knew of her doings. The king stood pulling the kings dagger from his side. "I will have your tongue for that.." he muttered. But Daemon got Vaemond first, Dark Sister cut through Vaemond's skull like it was butter. The sounds of gasps and yells escaped the crowds, the sounds of Vaemond's body slapping to the floor, blood spilling on the stone staining it red. Amelia looked, lips parting, quickly turning away eyes wide in fear. Grey's arm wrapped around her, stopping her from looking at the horrid scene. "He can keep his tongue." Daemon spoke down at the body. "Unarm him!" Otto ordered. Guards moved forward to do so, Daemon lifting Dark Sister, cleaning it muttering a 'no need' and rejoining his family.

Grey held the princess' head, Rhaenyra ordering him to get her out of here. To which he immediately obeyed, leading her away, turning her so she wouldn't see the body. Whispers escaped her in a panic, hands shaking as they sat against her ears. The greens watched the princess be removed, Alicent holding her stomach feeling ill with the scene in front of her.

Amelia was led far from the throne room, and taken to the gardens so she could get some fresh air. Grey kneeled in front of her, watching as she whispered to herself, breathing heavily. "Hey little one.. I need you to look at me okay, just me, just hear my voice." he softly spoke. She looked down at him, shaking in fear. "Deep breath in.. Good girl, now slowly let it out.. good. Keep doing that okay, with me." he softly spoke. She obeyed following his breaths with her own, hands lowering to her sides. "Good, good," he whispered. He slowly stood to his full height brushing a few dark strands of hair back. "The green will take and take til the black submit." she whispered. He wanted to question her words, but he knew she wouldn't have an answer so he held back.

Grey lifted his gaze from her lowered one seeing the one-eyed prince standing in the doorway. The princess didn't look up, still doing the breathing exercise, despite the small whispers of visions escaping her lips. "My prince." Grey spoke up. His soft tone was gone when he addressed the man. Aemond moved towards his niece, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her gaze. "Quite the panic niece, are you okay?" he questioned. She nodded slowly looking up at him, memories of him leaving her in desperation coming back. "Answer properly." he ordered. She took in a heavy breath, the exercising disappearing in seconds. "Yes.." she whispered. Her voice was shaky, hand reaching out for her guard, but Aemond caught lifting it to his lips. "I must congratulate you on your betrothal dear niece." he rasped. He released her hand smirking at the panic he put her in, turning and walking away forcing Grey to go right back to addressing her regained panic.

Before dinner had started or even announced, Aemond had his niece pinned to the stone walls of the red keeps halls. Her back to him, his hand hidden beneath her dress, fingers thrusting in and out of her. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You tell me to stop yet you drip over my fingers.." he whispered hotly in her ear. He had placed her right back into a panicked state, using it as an advantage to manhandle her into the position he wanted.

She had been on her way to get her brothers for dinner, when Aemond had stopped her with a dagger twirling in his hand. He got her against the wall, the blade pointed at the middle of her throat, chest rising and falling at a quick pace pleading for him to leave her be. "Beg more niece." he had whispered. He pressed the blade to her throat ordering for her to turn and lift her skirt, to which she had obeyed despite her pleas for him not to do this out in the open.

"Aemond.." she whimpered. Soon her head fell back giving into his handlings, the blade no longer an issue as it pressed into her skin. She could yell out, and Grey would be by her side in seconds, ripping the prince from her and beheading him; but she didn't, she just whined and moaned into his neck. Her hand moved up grasping at his wrist, not pulling or moving it away, but merely holding onto it. Her Targaryen blood showed the want for any ounce of control she could gain from the moment. Her arm soon raised wrapping around his neck pulling him down closer to her. She pulled his hand from her throat that held the dagger, his fingers moving out of her. Just as he was about to walk away she grabbed him, pulling him back by the leather tunic, her back now pressed into the wall. "Why run away?" she whispered. He looked down at, putting the dagger back into its sheath staring down at her. "Don't tell me you're scared of me uncle." she whispered. "Do I look scared?" he questioned. "Yes." she slowly answered. "You ran away last night, leaving me to handle myself." She lied. "That's quite rude." she whispered. "Kiss me." She whispered. "Make me." he rasped. "If I must, I will." she replied.

She leaned closer, pulling him down to her, lips fanning over his slowly pressing forward. Their lips molded together perfectly, his arm wrapping around her waist. He allowed her to turn him so his back was to the wall, her heeled boots allowed her to meet his height in the slightest. He pulled her into him, pressing her body closer to his, but no matter what it wasn't good enough. He wasn't close enough, their bodies weren't pressed together enough. They needed more, their hands exploring one another in ways the gods would turn their heads to disappointment. She moved away whispering his name, to which he hummed deeply. He leaned down once more kissing her once again, this time his tongue pushed past her lips and inside of the tavern of her own. A soft moan escaped her, tongue pressing into, tasting one another, slowly becoming addicted to the tastes.

Moving away once more gasping for air, tongue sneaking out tasting him on her. Her brown eyes were blown with lust, body flushed and overheated, her dress now becoming a very heavy layer of clothing. His eye searched for her own, taking in every emotion soaring through them. He could see the innocence flooding her eyes, but the want for control was also there. They both wanted control in their own ways, which is why he left her last eve. She wanted him just as he wanted her, but she wished for control, something he only wanted. He wanted full control over her, which is why he put her into a panic in the first place. But even that didn't last long, the lust and wanting pouring through her body took over.

"Aemond.." she whispered. Their lips molding together once more, each fighting for dominance. Dinner was no longer an option, the two already far too gone in each other's want and pleasure. They barely made it back to their chambers, finding themselves inside of the throne room instead. High-pitched moans and deep groans filled the hall, skin slapping skin echoed off of the walls. Taking her maidenhood marked her as his, their families would have no other options but to marry her to him.

'The green will take and take til the black submit.'

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[ashley-jones]

To Which You Crave

Aemond Targaryen x Married Sister OC x Alys Rivers

OC Name: Visella Targaryen

It is our fate, I think, to crave what is given to others. If one posseses a thing, the other will take it away. - Helaena Targaryen

From the moment she was born into this world as the youngest child of King Viserys the Peaceful and Queen consort Alicent Hightower, that she would be queen. She married her oldest brother Aegon Targaryen, the favorite but useless spoiled rotten boy. She gave birth to two very healthy pureblooded Targaryen boys, each looking like her and Aegon. She did the unspeakable, something men haven’t been able to do in thousands of years, tamed one of the untamable dragons, the most dangerous and most powerful dragon, Cannibal at only the age of 6. It was a mistake, her and Aemond had just gone for a morning walk like they did every morning, to which she had borrowed Sunfyre for a ride due to Aegon never taking him out. While resting she had entered a passage that led her straight into the cannibal’s trap of corpses. 

His deathly green eyes had sat on her the moment she entered his territory, standing to his larger, overbearing monstrous height. His head reminded her of Balerion, the black dread’s skull that sits in King's Landing. He looked so much larger than Vaghar, her great aunt Leana’s dragon. He let out a loud roar that shook the ground and the skies. Her long white hair blew back behind her ruining the once perfect braid. Aemond had frozen about 30 feet behind her, unable to yell for his sister as she looked up at the dragon with pure amazement. A ball of fire could be seen filling the dragon’s throat, and as the flames were seconds from hitting her, the dragon stopped. She was smiling, her young childish features had turned to a beautiful smile staring up at him with pure amazement and giddy. The flames disappeared, slowly leaned his head down to which she reached her hand out until her tiny palm touched his snout. A deep rumbling purr escaped him, her fingers gliding along the pitch black night colored scales. “My dragon..” she whispered. 

When she turned to say something to Aemond he had disappeared, Sunfyre still standing watching her closely. “Aemond?” she called out. But nothing, he had walked away not saying anything going straight back to King's Landing. 

    When she returned home riding the black beast, all she got was stares of amazement from the handlers. Jace and Luke watched in terror, the same with Rhaenyra once the blacks realized the greens had a very strong and overpowering dragon on their side. Alicent was quick to make sure her daughter was okay, Aemond standing in the back listening to Aegon’s teasing of still not having a dragon. But Viserys congratulated her on conquesting something men haven’t been able to touch in thousands of years. 

    That was 11 years ago, when she was still young and innocent. Before she married Aegon and had children. Before her older brother Aemond lost his eye to their nephew Lucerys. Before he gained Vaghar, the second largest dragon in the world. But now she’s grown up, learned what kind of world she lives in. She’s lost count how many times she has entered her and Aegon’s chambers to find him with a whore, to which she would turn and just walk out; having come so used to the sight that it no longer bothers her. Usually when it came to this she would just take her two boys and go straight to Aemond’s room, which they seemed to much prefer over their own father. 

    “Visella, what do you think of this one?” Helaena questioned her younger sister. The younger turned her head away from the book Aemond was reading looking at the spider embroidery. “It's beautiful, sweet thing.” she softly replied. To which Helaena smiled and looked away moving onto another embroidery. Her sons were playing with two dragon figures, one of pitch black the other green and silver. Her lilac gaze moved back to the book that was still partially resting on her thigh and Aemond’s. Her gaze scanned the pages, reading over each line; but her attention would be stolen every few minutes when her boys would talk, or Helaena would ask her questions or mutter to herself. 

   

Soon the midwives came in to collect the boys to lay them down for a nap, each bowing to the three then walking out holding the boys hands. Aemond closed the boy after sliding the ribbon into place and setting it aside. Helaena stood muttering about nearly missing classes, saying her goodbyes to her younger siblings then walking out whispering to herself. Visella stood walking towards the place her sons had been playing, kneeling and beginning to pick their toys up to place them back into the basket. “Was he with another again?” Aemond questioned. “He was, yes.” she answered. She set the two dragons on top and placed the basket by the door so she would remember to grab it when leaving. “It removes his attention from me, to which I am perfectly fine with.” she simply said. Rejoining her seat on the floor, to which he had moved back to the chair, he head moved to sit against his leg. 

His hand pushed through her white hair, carefully brushing out any knots the boys had placed when messing with her hair earlier in the afternoon. Her purple haze soon turned blac as her lids closed, eyelashes grazing her cheeks. Taking care of the boys mainly by herself was exhausting. When they cried at night in the next room she was the only one to get up to handle them, Aegon muttering about the noise then just going back to sleep too drunk to care. Then she would spend the rest of her night rocking them back to forth. Aemond has actually entered the nursery once or twice to her physically rocking Rhaegal, but mentally she was asleep, mind exhausted and unconscious, but body on active mode. Hell Aegon has walked in on it as well, only to walk out calling her crazy. 

“Ziry gaomas daor gūrogon ao.” (he does not deserve you.) he muttered. “Mm Hae ao gaomagon telling nyke lēkia.” (Mm.. As you keep telling me brother..) she whispered. “Kesā sagon iā rōvēgrie dāria though mandia.” (You will be a great queen though sister.) he whispered. “Mērī sȳrkta lo nyke skoriot naejot sagon ondoso aōha paktot instead hen zirȳla.” (Only better if I were to be by your side instead of him.) he added. Slowly she lifted her head, placing her chin on his knee smiling up at him. “You would make a true king.” she whispered. She slowly stood, straightening out her gown. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “Eman naejot jikagon ñuha jorrāelagon.” (I have to go, my love.) she whispered. Leaning down she placed her lips against his, arm tightening around her waist trying to pull her down onto him, but she pulled away before he could. She kissed his forehead, moving away smiling softly and leaving the room with the basket of toys sitting on her arm. 

Yes Visella Targaryen, the youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower, sister wife of Aegon ii Targaryen, mother of Rheagal and Copious Targaryen, and the rider of the Cannibal Dragon; is having an affair with her older brother Aemond Targaryen. Aegon didn’t show her any love unless he was drunk, or in one of his rare vulnerable moments. However, Aemond took care of her, played with her children, read to them, and even taught them how to ride dragons. In other words, he was everything she wanted in a husband, everything she longed for; everything Aegon was not. 

She opened the door to her and her husband’s chambers, smelling Aegon’s bath oils in the air. The sheets had been freshly changed, her nightgown laying neatly at the bottom ready to be put on this eve. Setting the basket down she walked towards the connected nursery, ignoring her husband’s call of her name and entering the nursery. Both boys were fast asleep in fresh clothes, fixing their blankets and making sure their stuffed animals were placed back beside them. Quietly she walked back into her room, closing the door quietly and walking towards her husband. “You left so suddenly this morning my dear wife.” he whispered with a cocky smile. “I had more important matters to tend to.” she firmly answered. “Always so serious..” he whispered. After a brief glance at him, she shrugged and walked away, no longer interested in what he was saying.

   

“Should I be worried about the fact Rhaegal is calling out Aemond’s name every three words?” Aegon questioned his wife. “Aemond is around him more.” she answered. “You know he can’t love you fully. Not with this new Alys Rivers in the picture.” he pushed. She froze her doings with her earrings, hands falting in place, eyes moving towards her husband. “I am in no relation with anyone other than you Aegon.” she muttered. “You always were a horrible liar. Though I cannot be angry with you, when I myself have been no better.” he spoke. “How long have you known?” she asked. Walking over she sat on the tub looking at his relaxed form, his lilac haze sitting against her own. “I hear of it from the maids, and you leave in the middle of the night sometimes, then return covered in bruises and bites. You have done your duties for heirs, we both have. I show no problem with this affair, because I know it hadn’t started until after you had the boys.” he explained. She looked at him with a shocked expression, confusion dripping from her gaze. “I love you Visella, but not the way they expect me to. But Aemond has been sending letters back and forth to a woman by the name of Alys Rivers, they speak of marriage and possible future children.” he informed. 

Her gaze moved away staring at the stone floor, knowing her relationship with Aemond was possibly too good to be true. She hummed in acknowledgment, leaning over kissing his temple to which he leaned into enjoying the small comfort. “Don’t take too long.” she whispered. Slowly standing she walked out of their chambers, making her way out of the castle towards the beach area. Cannibal and Vaghar laid a far distance between the two, the older female dragon refusing to get within 40 feet of the Cannibalistic dragon, to which Cannibal seemed perfectly fine with. His large black scaled head lifted, horns dripping with sand; emerald green eyes pushed into her. “Rytsas jorrāelagon.” (Hello love.) she softly spoke up to him. A deep rumbling purr escaped him, shaking the ground beneath her feet. He slowly stood shaking the sand from his body, then shifting, leaning his large body over pressing his shoulder to the sand allowing her to step up onto him. No saddle, ladders, or even ropes were placed on him; no one was able to get close enough to place them. But she found it more natural, more comfortable, especially for a dragon that had been untamed for almost a thousand years. He stood up once she was sitting comfortably, moving back and stepping through the water to gain leverage, lifting his body into the air. “Soar rȳ se jēdar ñuha taoba.” (Soar through the sky my boy.) she spoke. He rumbled a deep purr, a deathly sky shattering roar erupted from him awakening the world as Cannibal took to the skies

“Your sister, the soon to be queen, she is quite pretty is she not.” Alys whispered. Aemond froze at those words, his hand stopping their menstruations in her hair. “Yes she is, she’s the Aphroditi of King's Landing as the people call her.” Aemond answered slowly, uncertain of his choice of words. “You don’t have to hide your love for her, my love, there is truly nothing wrong with it. Your brother treats her horribly, you are just giving her the love she deserves.” she whispered. Aemond moved his hand away from her sitting up, not liking the feeling of this conversation. “Why bring my sister up?” he questioned. “Because you love her as you love me.” she whispered. 

The roar of Cannibal shook the lands, his head lifting and turning, feeling the vibrations of his deep dominating roar course through the skies, forcing the clouds to split for his and his rider’s entrance. Alys stood walking towards the window, looking up towards the sky, the dragon’s tail being engulfed by the clouds, but his large shadow still could be seen through the white thickness. Her shimmering emerald eyes of evil shone, but darkened at the same time. It was not a look he liked, he wanted to protect his little sister, his mistress, from becoming more a prominent target. 

"Why not ask her to join our humble affair, my dearest love?” Alys whispered. 

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Little Sister Chapter 3: Let Him Burn

Aemond Targaryen x Sister OC Daemon Targaryen x Niece OC

Aemond believes his sister had abandoned him and their once love for one another. But his emotions and wants caused her to lose the most important thing to her. 

Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes, death, attempted murder, miscarriage, blood, dragons, fire, murder

Daemon and Saera returned back home after their bonding outside of the walls of the castle and onlookers. She was beaming when she entered her chambers, her husband making his way to the court. She began removing her jewelry, but the sight of her older brother sitting in the chair in front of the fireplace made her stop. “Aemond.. What are you doing here?” she softly questioned. “Am I not allowed to visit my sister?” he questioned. The fire glowed off of his skin and riding gear, her eyes watching him closely. “Of course you are lēkia.” she spoke. He stood up walking straight towards her, arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her into him. A gasp left her lips, arms quickly going to his chest to keep a bit of distance between them. “Skoro syt gaomagon ao indigon nyke qrīdrughagon mandia?” 

Why do you push me away sister?

She slowly lowered her arms, not wanting him to think she was shoving him away. “Because you have not spoken to me since your betrothal. I believed you did not wish to speak to me.” she whispered. He leaned down to kiss her, but she quickly moved back, staring at him with wide eyes. “Kostā daor gaomagon bona lēkia.” 

You cannot do that brother. 

His one eye darkened at her words, one hand moving up and grabbing her by the back of head forcing her head forward, lips slamming to hers forcing her into a deep kiss. Saera tried to push him off of her, but he was much stronger. It showed just how much he’s grown up over the years, how much he’s changed since the night he lost his eye. But before could allow herself to fall weak to his hands, she shoved him away with all her strength. She put space between them watching him closely. “I am married. Just as you are to be as well.” she whispered. “Pār skori gōntan bona matter?”

Since when did that matter?

She looked at his eyes searching for anything to show regret or guilt, but when she saw nothing her gaze lowered  to the floor. “I am in a very tough situation, Aemond. If you are seen entering or leaving my chambers, then Grandfather will have me removed from the castle.” she quickly spoke. He walked closer laughing deeply at her words, body pinning hers to the bedside table. He began lifting her dress with one hand, his other grabbing a hold of her and placing it over the bulge, forcing her to start rubbing him. “Then no one will see,” he whispered. “Stop..” she whispered. But it went ignored, her dress pushed around her waist, his hand pulling at her panties removing them from her with one swift movement. “Aemond stop..” she whimpered. 

“No.” he coldly replied. He pushed her hand away, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down just enough to pull his cock loose. Pushing her further against the stand, he lifted one of her legs to sit against his side, shoving his cock into the tightness of her walls. A cry left her lips as he did so, to which his hand shot up covering her lips and pressing down keeping her lips sealed shut. Aemond began thrusting in and out of her at a quick rough pace, tears filling her dark eyes, whimpers and whines pressed into the palm of his hand. Her other hand grabbed at anything she could get a hold of to keep herself steady in the uncomfortable position. 

“Ao se nyke issi meant naejot sagon.” he growled into her ear. 

You and I are meant to be. 

“Daorys kostagon keligon bisa mandia”

No one can stop this sister. 

“Everything emā iksis ñuhon.  Aōha orvorta.  aōha body.  aōha prūmia.  aōha soul.  Issa mirre ñuhon” 

Everything you have is mine. Your cunt. Your body. Your heart. Your soul. It is all mine.

His voice sent chills down her spine, his thrusts becoming more erratic and rough, almost sloppy. He moved a hand to her hair pulling her head back roughly, his lips replacing his other hand, tongue forcing its way between her lips swallowing any moan, whine, or whimper that dared to escape. His thoughts were salacious as he continued thrusting up into her. The tip of his cock punched into her womb, hitting that sweet spot inside of her, her eyes rolling shut in pleasure, body no longer rejecting the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her. Even if she tried her hardest she wouldn’t be able to reject him. The love, the bond, the chain that gripped them together was far too strong to just pull apart and let go of. She was Eve and he was the devil, the chain was the snake that pulled her into untouchable fruit of laced poison and lust. “Qogralbar, kostilus lēkia” she moaned. 

His thrusts grew faster, sloppier, her stomach tightening by the second as she grew closer to her orgasm. “Iksan gonna cum.” she cried. He smirked, pulling his eyepatch from his eye, tossing it aside. She leaned up pressing her forehead to his moaning in pleasure, blue eyes staring into his lilac and sapphire. One of his hands snuck between their body, hand pressing into her sensitive clit, stroking quickly and teasingly. Eyes rolling back, body pulsing, cunt creaming as she gave into the orgasm. Aemond watched her closely, hips never ceasing their movement, pushing her through her high. His hips came to a halt against her, pressing into her like a puzzle piece, hot cum pouring into her womb, filling her to the brim. He gave a few more thrusts, to rid of the high, her head pressed into his shoulder moaning quietly. 

Slowly he pulled out, hand reaching out grabbing a hold of her panties and slowly placing them back on her, tucking them firmly against her middle so none of his cum leaked out. “Such a good little girl.” he rasped. He fixed his trousers, gently picking her up and laying her down, a soft hmm escaping her when she took in her husband's scent. This sent agitated sparks through him, but he said nothing, instead just tucking her in and grabbing his eyepatch quietly walking out of the room. Aemond should have paid better attention to his surroundings because Criston Cole wasn’t far from the room, the knight turning and removing himself from his place to report to the queen of his discovery. He should have paid more attention, because him entering and leaving that room had just placed his little sister in danger. 

Saera awoke to her door slamming against the wall, the sound causing her to jump and sit up from her placement. “Grandfather!” she quickly spoke. Two unknown men followed behind him and into her room. A pang of fear filled her stomach, eyes watching in fear and confusion. “Daemon..” she whispered. Hoping her husband would magically hear her call his name. Her body filled with distress, and could actually hear Varimax getting restless outside, which had awakened Vaghar the two dragons lifting. A scream echoed through the castle, highpitched and filled with fear. Varimax let out a loud roar, a dominating roar of distress, confusion, and fear. The dragon tamers watched the dragons' strange change of attitude. Daemon walking out to see what the ruckus was, Cerexes actually beginning to join in on the distress of Varimax. Then another scream had every guard running inside. It was blood curdling, a sound that would send fear through anyone that heard it. 

Daemon ran towards his and his wife's chambers, pulling the dark sister from his side. Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon weren’t far behind. Otto slipped out of the room through one of the secret passages , his granddaughter's screams and cries going silent. The two men stood over the girl's body, her head turned to the side and a gash to the right side of her head. Blood pooled right between her legs, indicating possible miscarriage or severe damage done to the babe inside of her. The door was busted down by Daemon and Aemond. “Get the fuck away from her!!” Daemon yelled. Daemon took the larger man, while Aemond took the second. While Alicent stared in horror as her daughter lay on the floor, no sign of movement came except the slow rising of her chest. The men's blood splattered the floor, their heads falling from their shoulders and hitting the floor with a disgusting slap. Daemon dropped his sword and kneeled to his wife looking at her. “Someone get a fucking maester!!” he screamed. Aegon quickly moved back and ran to gather the maester’s.

 “Māzigon mēre darling ao jorrāelagon naejot wake bē” Daemon pleaded. 

Come on darling you gotta wake up.. 

He lifted her up, hand smoothing over her stomach, fist clenching into the dress; lips pressing into the side of her head rocking her back and forth. Aemond watched, hand lifting to his head watching with fear and pain all over his face. Alicent had a look of shock and horror, her heart pounding as she looked at her daughter in the hands of her husband. 

“Iksā ȳgha dōna riña.  Sepār wake bē” Demon shuttered against her temple

It's okay, sweet girl.. Just wake up 

Finally the maester came running in, immediately getting to work on the girl. It took 6 men to get Daemon off of her, his arguments filling the hallway as everyone stood around in shock. The fact that someone got into the castle and attacked the princess was a terrifying event, because it showed the lack of protection she had. 

Aemond sat outside the room, his leg bouncing up and down, eyes lowered, hand tightly wrapped around his sword. Daemon was in the same predicament across from him, his eyes never leaving the door, Where Alicent stood awaiting any news of her daughter’s well being. “Who entered her room last?” Cole suddenly questioned. Aemond’s leg froze, fists clenching, knuckles going white. “I was.” he roughly answered. Alicent quickly looked over at her son, Daemon lifting his head to the boy. “Obviously not unless you did that.” Daemon growled. “Course I didn’t fucking do that!” the one eyed prince snapped. “Then you weren't the last one to enter the room.” Daemon snapped back. 

Suddenly a scream came from the room, causing everyone to shoot up to their feet. Alicent pushed the door open, only to turn and cover her mouth. Pained moans and screams escaped Saera, her hands shaking as she grabbed onto anything around, stomach convulsing as she was forced to push. A pain filled her whole abdomen, but then a rush of blood pushed through between her legs, a barely formed babe that looked more like a dragon than human. A cry escaped her as she fell back, every inch of her shaking sheets and dress covered in blood. Sweat ran down her face and chest, mixing with her tears.

Aemond quickly turned his head, chest rising and falling quickly, his heart shattering for his sister. Daemon pushed past the two useless royals, rushing to his wife’s side and kneeling down, hand grabbing hers pulling it over to him. 

“Gaomagon daor jurnegon okay, sepār jurnegon rȳ nyke” 

Do not look okay, just look at me. 

Her lips parted as if trying to say something, but her throat closed up making her cry harder. She tried so hard to grasp at his hand, to hold it, to pull it to her, but she didn't have the strength. “O..” she tried again but nothing. “Ondos,” she whispered. Daemon looked at her closely, taking in the single word of ‘hand’. Then he realized, his eyes darkening, hand tightening around hers kissing her hand. “Kessa morghūljagon.” he growled. “ñuha rūs” she whimpered. More tears rushed down her cheeks to which he quickly stood and sat with her kissing the top of her head quietly hushing her cries, hiding the sight of the Maester handling the dragon-like babe from her. She cried into his shoulder about her baby, their baby. 

“Nyke wanna mazilībagon zirȳ.  gaomagon.  gaomagon daor ivestragī zirȳ gaomagon ziry” she pleaded into his shoulder.

I wanna set them do.. Do not let them do it.. 

He turned his head to the maester, nodding for them to leave the babe for the sake of his wife's wishes. She sat up slowly, gently pushing Daemon away, hands reaching out for the babe lifting it to her chest. She was shaking uncontrollably, fingers grasping and holding him. She quivered, holding him close to her chest, body leaning over crying in grief, the loss of her child putting a deep hole in her heart. Her cries and screams of pain and anger filled the room, Daemon stood, his head bowed, listening to his wife’s cries. Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon stood outside of the room each staring down as they listened. 

It took hours of her rocking back and forth with the babe, til she was able to stand alone with the silent sisters, hands shaking as she wrapped the babe. She still stood in her bloodied clothing, throat convulsing as she fought back her tears and cries. But she couldn’t handle it anymore, kneeling as she pressed her head to the table, hand grasping at her red strands of hair and the edge of the  table. “I’m sorry..” she cried. “I.. I'm so sorry..” she cried. She looked up seeing her brother standing in the doorway, slowly and quietly he approached her. He helped her up, her head pressing into his chest allowing her to cry into his leather gear. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her tightly to him. 

“Ivestragī ziry hen, zȳha daor rytsa naejot ōregon ziry isse.” Aemond whispered. 

Let it out, it's not healthy to hold it. 

She cried into his chest, pushing herself closer to him. She wanted the warmth of the comfort she couldn’t get from Daemon. She had just lost her child, her son, all she wanted was comfort. His arms wrapped around her, one sitting around her waist, the other tucked into her hair holding her to him. 

“Iksan daor kostōba enough” she whimpered. 

I am not strong enough. 

“Eman given ñuha gaomilaksir, ñuha sacrifices, yn nyke daor jikagon longer” she cried.

I have given my duty, my sacrifices, but I cannot go longer. 

Aemond shut his eye, holding her tightly to him, fingers brushing her hair back and into a bundle holding her. 

She stood at the altar, a broken look replacing what used to be bright and filled with happiness. Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and Daemon stood back behind her as she watched the babe burn. Verimax wasn’t far from her feeling her pain, the pit of emptiness within her rider's stomach. She stood in a plain black dress with gold belt, a red furred cloak sitting over her shoulder, eyes watching the babe turn to ash with dark blue eyes. She reached forward grasping the dagger, raising it to her hand sliding it across her palm, lifting it to sit above the babe. Her fist clenched blood dripping from the wound and dripping over the ash joining their dragon blood, and putting him to full rest. Her head lifted looking up at the top of the cliff near the castle entrance, her grandsire standing tall watching. Rage filled her as she lowered her hand, blood dripping to the dirt below her. 

The world says Targaryen’s dance closer to madness than most people. Just like they say that Targaryen’s are closer to the Gods. But they say that because of the dragons, the iron throne just puts them a little closer. But every time a Targaryen is born into this world, the gods toss a coin, and the world holds its breath as it spins on and on until it lands. 

Varimax lifted her head looking at the same man as her rider, feeling the hatred, the anger, the pain fill her body and mind. Saera turned her head away staring ahead of herself. “Dracarys.” she ordered. Her voice was low and rough, throat soar from the constant crying and screaming. “Saera no!” Alicent cried. But she wasn’t quick enough because Varimax mouth was already opened, green flames erupting and sippling directly at Otto Hightower. He wasn’t even given time to run, the green flames reflected in his eyes before covering him, bathing him in the excruciating pain. 

Alicent lifted her hands to her mouth staring with widened eyes, a loud cry escaping her. Healeans put her hands over her ears, quickly turning away in fear. But the three men watched him burn, then turned to the female who stood tall in front of the altar. 

“Ziry stole ñuha childhood.” 

He stole my childhood. 

“attempted naejot usurp ñuha mandia"

Attempted to usurp my sister.

“Gūrotan ñuha jorrāelagon hen nyke” 

Took my love from me. 

“Se sir ēza stolen ñuha riña hen nyke.” 

And now he has stolen my child from me. 

“Sīr ivestragī zirȳla fucking zālagon.” 

So let him fucking burn. 

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Little Sister Chapter 2 : Deal With the Devil

Daemon Targaryen x Niece OC Aemond Targaryen x Sister OC

Saera seeks protection of her uncle due to her grandfather's obsessions with power. 

The sounds of morning birds and the brightness of the sunlight filled the large bedroom. The silken red sheets glowed against the two figures that laid beneath them. Red hair was hallowed against one pillow, the other with white. Blue eyes slowly opened stretching her body out beneath the blanket allowing the tops of her body that sat uncovered to bathe in the sunlight. A soft hum escaped her as she turned to her side where her husband laid still fast asleep.  Smiling to herself, she moved closer wrapping her arm around his waist curling into him. The small showing baby bump pressed into his side, his arm moving automatically to wrap around her waist keeping her body against his. 

Daemon moved slightly, tucking his face into the long curly strands of red, inhaling the sweetness of his wife. She laid tucked against him, bare skin bathing in the orange glow. His purple eyes opened slowly, looking down at the beautiful girl laid against his side. She looked up at him smiling softly, slowly lifting herself and placing a chaste kiss against his lips. A deep hum escaped him, pressing back, gently maneuvering her to sit on top of him.

 “Gōntan ao ēdrū sȳrī ñuha jorrāelagon?” Saera softly questioned her husband. 

Did you sleep well, my love? 

“Nyke gōntan.  Skoros hen ao darling?”

I did. What of you darling? 

She smiled up at him, placing a kiss on his cheek humming in compliance. “Quite well husband.” she whispered. He leaned up, pressing another kiss to her pink lips, to which she responded quickly. A smile made its appearance on her lips against his own. A knock on the door interrupted the two, the female sitting up palm lightly pressing on Daemon’s chest. “Enter!” she gently called out. Two handmaidens entered smiling softly at the prince and princess. “Good morning Princess, my prince.” both said at the same time. “Good morning.” Saera softly replied. She removed herself from her husband's lap with his help, her handmaiden taking her hand to start getting her ready for the day. 

She was dressed in a beautiful red and gold trimmed gown with off shoulder sleeves that opened through the lengths of her arms, and clasped together at the wrists. A silver dragon threaded belt sat around her waist, matching her wedding ring, and the dragon studded necklace of Valarian steel around her neck. Her red hair was brushed and pulled back into a half ponytail, and braided to perfection, leaving the rest to curl up and around her shoulders. The baby bump was barely noticeable if you were to take a quick glance at her, but if you looked long enough you would notice it.

 Her handmaiden placed Valarian steel dragon earring cuffs on each of her ears, being gentle as she tightened the bands to sit properly on her ears. “I hear your grandsire is to call a family court meeting.. Will you be joining my lady?” her handmaiden softly questioned. “If he is to call one, then yes, both my husband and I will attend.” she gently answered. 

“Iksan sure se orvorta ēza plenty naejot ivestragon.”

I’m sure the cunt has plenty to say. 

Daemon spoke in their native tongue, a laugh escaping the princess, who bit into her lower lip eyes meeting him in the mirror. He smirked at her gentle laugh, shaking his head and placing Dark Sister by his side. 

“Grandsire va moriot ēza ra naejot ivestragon.  Olvie issi daor keen naejot se lentor valzȳrys'' she replied. 

Grandsire always has something to say. Most are not keen to the family husband. 

The maids smiled at one another listening to the teasing tones of the prince and princess. Silenting their giggles as they made their leave once informing them of breakfast time and the rest of their duties for the day. She stood from her chair smiling up at Daemon as he took her arm, the two beginning their paces towards the dinning chambers. Maids and guards greeted them with ‘my lord/lady’ and a bow of their heads; Saera smiled at every single one of them, also bowing her head in respect. Daemon loved this, loved seeing the way she greeted everyone she came across, how she always smiled and kept a kind facade even in the worst of times, she was smiling. Her eyes shined a beautiful glint when she smiled, her stature held higher and with confidence. But those eyes shined brighter when she looked at another, her smile going from bright to shimmering sunlight. In her mind it’ll always be Aemond, her heart will always belong to him, even as he sits beside his own betrothed, Cassandra Barratheon. The marriage made no sense, until you look into it far enough. The marriage was put together to gather power and houses to stand with the greens, to usurp Rhaenyra with Aegon. Something that is growing closer and closer by the day as Viserys grows weaker by the minute. 

“The princess Saera and her husband Prince Daemon.” the guard introduced as the two entered the dining chambers. Viserys smiled to his best ability watching his youngest daughter and brother enter, taking to their seats. 

Saera no longer sat beside Aemond like she used to, instead she sat beside Daemon while he sat on the other side of Viserys. Helaena sat across from her, while Aegon sat on her other side. “My dear girl, you're glowing. Pregnancy is doing you well.” Alicent softly spoke. “Thank you, your grace.” Saera softly replied. The princess could see the pain in Alicent’s eyes when her daughter didn’t call her mother, head lowering to hide it. Daemon spoke with Viserys, while Saera spoke with Helaena and Aegon. 

Cassandra Barratheon eyed the princess closely, watching her and the subtle things she did with her siblings. Or how her arm stayed linked with Daemon’s. Or how Daemon moved and pulled her closer when Otto Hightower entered the room. She smiled at him, placing a kiss on the back of his hand then looked back at her older sister. Cassandra wanted to know what her ebtrothe saw in the girl, wondering what was truly so special about her. Her blue eyes shifted and met her brown; smile fading a bit then moving away when Aegon said something to her. 

“Īlon should kipagon va zaldrīzes arlī tolī breakfast, se jelmio iksis lovey” Aegon surprisingly suggested. 

We should ride on dragon back after breakfast, the weather is lovely. 

“Kessa! caraxes se verimax emagon daor issare hen isse olvie mirri jēda.  Ziry would sagon iā lovely tubis naejot jikagon” she happily replied. 

Yes! Caraxes and Verimax have not been out in quite some time. It would be a lovely day to do so.She looked up at Daemon smiling, to which he smiled back humming and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Then we shall.” he whispered. “What are they saying?” Cassandra quietly questioned her betrothed. “They wish to fly on dragon back after breakfast.” Aemond simply replied. “We should join them, Vaghar hasn’t been out yet

.” she softly spoke. Aemond just hummed watching his sister and Daemon closely with his one eye. His sister's gaze lifted, meeting him, to which she smiled bowing her head then looking back towards Daemon. 

Once they finished breakfast, Daemon, Saera, Cassandra and Aemond broke for the dragons. Vaghar and Verimax laid outside of the pitt due to their size, but Saera entered the pitt to see Cerexes before mounting. She also needed help getting onto her dragon due to the small bump getting in the way of climbing onto her properly. Aegon came down last collecting Sunfyre with a smile, to which Saera smiled watching him. Her brother was different, almost like he was happier. Cerexes pushed against her letting out his high pitched whistles craving her attention. She laughed softly at this, sliding her hand over his scales, to which he let out a growling purr. 

“rōva rūs”

Big baby

Cerexes huffed, causing a puff of hot air to hit her, making her laugh at his attitude. Daemon began leading him out to Varimax, a loud whistle tone escaping him when he saw the large white silver scaled dragon. Verimax stood up shaking off the sand and dust covering her scales. Daemon walked over, Verimax lending down and spreading her wings to help her rider out a little more. He lifted her very gently, using the dragon's leverage and placing her comfortably on the saddle. He pushed all the ropes and buckles out of the way knowing she got irritated with them when she was flying. “Comfortable?” he gently asked. His wife nodded with a big smile, her hands wrapping around the sandals handles, adjusting herself, and her dress. Once she was sitting properly, he jumped down and made his way towards Cerexes, mounting him quickly. 

“Sōvegon ñuha jorrāelagon riña! dāez aōla isse se jelmior!” Saera yelled out to Varimax.

Fly my dear girl! Free yourself in the winds! 

She let out a roar, taking a few steps before taking flight into the air, Cexrexes and Sunfyre following close behind the larger dragon. Cerexes flew up and beside Varimax, flying by her side communicating through whistles and roars as they flew through the clouds. Sunfyre found himself staying nearer to Vghar, knowing the two ahead were more reckless and careless when flying. “Dracarys!” both Daemon and Saera yelled out. Mouths of thousands of teeth opened, glowing orange and glowing green blew from their mouths spreading the skies into a mixture of colors. The dragons flew through the flames, the fire tickling and licking at their riders skin bathing them in their recurrence of flames and power. 

Cassandra watched, one hand holding onto the saddle handle, the other placed on Aemond’s arm. The flames reflected in her eyes as the two ahead flew straight through the flames, and flew out unharmed. She could hear the matching laughter from the two, and the dragons shaking off the ash, and yelling out to one another, as though they were friends or even a couple. The princess had such a beautiful smile, and each of the dragons seemed to grow off of her positivity. She wondered if it was true, if Varimax matched the size of Meraxes or Berlarion. Verimax was obviously larger than Vaghar, not by much but you could tell the difference. You could also tell Varimax was younger, not as old as Vaghar due to her speed and ability to obey much better than Vaghar. But the relationship between dragon and rider is what peaked her interest the most. From what she has seen Varimax and Saera share a very special relationship, fitting side by side perfectly in emotion and rider. 

Cerexes flew down, Varimax following immediately without hesitance, spinning around one another as if trying to impress each other in their own ways. But then they flew up again, only this time they were joined by a golden dragon. “Rhaenyra..” she heard Aemond whisper. 

The three dragons took to the ground landing on a beach in the outskirts of Kings Landing. “Why would Rhaenyra be here?” Cassandra questioned.  “Mandia!” Saera happily spoke. She gently removed herself from Varimax and hugged her older sister, who smiled hugging back. Rhaenyra had a baby bump as well, making the younger smile up at her. Her sister already had three boys, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey; Saera can only hope to get a precious little niece soon. “Another? I do hope it’s a girl.” she happily said to her. “Me as well.” Rhaenyra whispered with a smile. “Is it true about the father, is he dying?” she suddenly questioned. Saera turned her head making sure her brothers weren't coming in, before looking back nodding. “Yes, he is slowly decaying in on himself..” she answered. “Otto Hightower is doing everything he can to keep the throne for Aegon.” Daemon spoke up from beside Cerexes. “Yes. I got a letter questioning Luke being heir to Driftmark. I had a feeling a conversation of me being heir would come up.” Rhaenyra spoke. “I am sorry Mandia.. I truly wish I could do more.” Saera whispered. 

“My mother and grandsire have set up a marriage between Aemond and Cassandra Barattheon, to gain more power for the greens. My grandfather is already setting up allies. I worry about the throne and King's landing. We are doing what we can to prevent anything occurring with usurping you of your throne. But people talk, word spreads, and the king is getting weaker.” Saera spoke. Rheanyra worried about these things, knew they were going to happen, she was just glad to have her younger sister on her side, someone inside the walls, along with her uncle. Rheanyra touched her sister's cheek, placing a kiss on the top of her head then heading back to Syrax. “We’ll be at King's Landing tomorrow morning.” she softly spoke. “I must warn you Mandina, it is not the same as you remember it.” Saera spoke. 

“I’ll never admit it, but that seven star haunts my dreams.” she spoke towards Daemon as Syrax flew off back towards Dragonstone. Cerexes and Varimax laid together in the sand enjoying the ocean breeze. Taking pleasure in his wife's opinion, he teased. A laugh escaped her as she was pulled back into him, kissed and bit at the exposed skin of her throat as he kissed and bit. Her cheeks turned to a light pink, his hand moving to sit over her stomach, gently thumbing at it as though he was reaching for their child within the womb. “Ñuha jorrāelagon” he whispered into her neck. A moan slipped her lips when his teeth met the pressure point of her throat, lips and teeth gnawing at her leaving visible marks. 

He moved to stand in front of her, hand moving to her cheeks, lifting her head and kissing her deeply, tongue sneaking between her parted lips and pushing into her cavern. A muffled moan left her, tongues pushing into one another, arms going up and around his neck. Then he moved down to her waist pulling her gown up until it bunched at her hips, enabling him to grab hold of her

thighs and lift her from the ground. Daemon put her back against the rocks of the small island, her legs spreading without hesitance, allowing him to push into her mound. Head falling back against the rocks, hand traveling up her stomach pulling her dress down exposing her breasts to the cool air. Nipples hardened against his fingers, to which he laughed, gently pulling and pushing at them making her whimper into the air. 

Her hands moved to his arms, grasping onto his biceps moaning as his hips grinded into her. His lips connected to her right nipple, lips enclosing around it sucking and biting, while he played with the others. “Daemon,” she moaned.  He reached down with his free hand, fingers pushed her panties to the side, middle and ring fingers moving up her slit, slowly pressing inside of her. Her fingers held onto his arms tightly, moaning out his name as though it was a natural song. As his fingers worked through her, his thumb rubbed her clit quickly and gently. As she leaned back on the rock, her back arched, her head tipped back, her lips parted, and her skin flushed. He grew obsessed with the sight, her glorious skin would glow with sweat and arousal. Her eyes are innocent and bright, slowly changing to a look of lust and hunger the more he pleases her. He could see her stomach contract, as she arched against him, walls tightening around his fingers. Then as her lips spread and a loud moan escaped her, his name slipped after; then the cream that slipped along his fingers proving her orgasm. After a few teasing thrusts, he removed his fingers bringing them to his lips and sucking the essence off, her eyes watching his every movement with blown eyes. “I’d fuck you, but I much prefer out bed.” he whispered. She whined, feeling him fix her clothing, then sat down bringing her to his lap smiling against her neck. 

“I love you my dear wife.” he whispered. “I love you as well husband..” she whispered back tiredly. 

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #daemon targaryen #aemond targaryen #Daemon Targaryen x oc #Aemond Targaryen x oc #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #aegon targaryen #caraxes #syrax #vaghar #sunfyre #house of the dragon x oc #game of thrones x oc #dragons #house targaryen #house baratheon #high valyrian

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A True Queen

Aemond Targaryen x Niece OC

OC Name: Aemma || Targaryen/Strong

During a hunt between the Hightowers and Targaryens, Aemma runs off after an argument between her and Deamon, and Aemond follows after her.

Warnings: Cursing, argument between step daughter and father, name calling, Platonic relationship between Aemond and Aemma despite being betrothed

"You need to keep your head up and guards up as well. For all we know these damn cunts could be planning something against us." Deamon spoke up towards those that sat around him in the carriage. "They're not gonna do anything. This was the kings wish before death. We are only to obey those wishes." Rheanrya softly spoke.

The king gave one wish to go on one last hunt with his whole family, before he rested in death. The Greens carriage was behind the Blacks, guards and knights surrounding each carriage from front to back. It felt like days before they finally came to a stop, the Blacks carriage door opening first. Rheanrya had her only daughter go first, Aemma, who stepped out with the help of Ser Erryk. Following by the rest of her family, Jace grabbing her hand and making his way towards the front and towards one of the larger tents, Luke and Joffrey quickly following behind with smiles.

"Go with your nephews and niece, all three of you.." Viserys ordered Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena. The three looked at one another before sighing and turning following after the dark haired children. The four siblings walked towards the back of the tent where the men could choose their ideal uniforms and weapons for the hunt.

Aemma heard the story of her mother's hunt plenty of times before today, how the white stag approached her proving her to be the proper heir to the throne. Her brothers where extremely excited, well Jace was excited, Luke and Joffrey where younger and didn't care as much, not have as much interest in the hunt like the oldest did.

So she stood listening to Jace talk about how he couldn't wait til kill the stag. "I don't think it should be killed, it such a majestic being." she gave her input but Jace just laughed at her earning a sharp glare from the female. She paid no mind to her uncle and aunt who didn't stand far from them. Joffrey picking up a large axe, the female quickly moving to him gently taking it. "I don't think so child." she spoke. "Come on let's go get something to eat hm?" she softly spoke. Joffrey smiled grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the table, Jace taking the axe before she got dragged away.

"She's such a looked, too bad she's a bastard." Aegon mocked watching Aemma get pulled by her brother. Jace dropped the axe quickly looking back towards Aegon. "I dare you to say that again." he growled. He turned and walked towards Aegon, Luke watching from afar. "She's a bastard, just like you three." Aegon whispered.

Jace was about to attack Aegon but Aemma stopped him. Her hand wrapping around his arm and looking up at him. "Don't.. Not here, not now." she whispered. "We're here for grandfather.. Once you hit those woods then get out your differences.." she muttered. Jace glared at her ripping his arm from her grasp, pushing her back a bit and walking away.

She lifted her gaze towards Aegon watching him closely. "Your older than me yet you act like 5 year old child." she spat. Turning away, lifting Joffrey from the floor and holding her hand out for Luke who quickly joined her, the siblings walking away without another word.

"Bitch.." Aegon whispered. Aemond let out a deep hum, while Helaena watched her niece walk away with a sad frown. Aemond's eye followed his niece as she sat down with Joffrey on her lap and Luke beside her, the two boys talking her ears off while she just smiled watching them both. She was the middle child, yet acted like the adult more than Jace could.

"Must be embarrassing to be betrothed to a bastard huh brother? At least you know she'll make a good breeding tool." Aegon mocked with a laugh to his voice. "Hold your tongue brother, before I rip it from your skull." Aemond coldly replied.

Aemond walked away from his siblings, and made his way towards the same area Aemma was sitting, actually bidding his father's orders and sat down across from her. She looked up smiling softly then looking back down at her brothers, who seemed the best at stealing her attention.

She had nothing to do with the night he lost his eye, she hadn't even been inside the palace that night. But when she heard of the news, she had visited the Red Keep only to be denied access, until Viserys found out she wasn't being allowed inside and snapped at the guards. She gifted him a sapphire stone, a real stone that glistened in the sunlight, and it was cut perfectly to fit his eye. She couldn't offer the apology he needed, but she still gave one.

Aemma quickly looked up and turned her head when Deamon called out her name. She looked down confused then gently set Joffrey down, fingers brushing through his hair as she stood and walked over towards her step father. He led her out of the tent away from everyone, her gaze moving to see Jace standing with his arms crossed, immediately seeing why Deamon wanted her.

She's grown tired of the yelling and arguments from Deamon. He didn't give a damn about anyone but her half brothers, his children, the rest of the children where just tools for him to use against the Greens. She was almost tempted to just turn around and walk back to the tent, because the same words have been repeated over and over to the point they're melted into her brain.

So she stood their listening to Deamon's insults and rants. Her gaze sitting on anything but him, Jace having went back into the tent to sit with his brothers, feeling accomplished for his doings.

"I am merely keeping peace between my uncles and brothers! We are here on order of the king, my grandfather, your brother who is on his death bed! The least the man deserves is a few lasting good memories!" she yelled. Her voice caught everyone's attention, looks and whispers surrounding her. She stepped back and turned around walking back inside going straight towards Jace.

"Have you grown so pathetic that you run to anyone that'll back you up on your words?" she spat towards her older brothers. "You think that white stag will approach you? You believe yourself worthy of it? I don't think you are, the only thing your worthy of is handing out cups and shields. It would finally give you something to good at." she growled.

Jace looked up at her with harsh eyes, but her cold look was harsher. She stepped back and turned around pushing her dark strands of hair back, walking away pushing past guards and knights.

She grabbed onto the reigns of her horse, Midnight, mounting her and quickly riding off. Rheanrya stood off to the side watching her daughter with a sad gaze, sighing quietly and looking down. But when she looked up again, ignoring Deamon's present beside, instead watching as her youngest half brother followed after the girl.

"Should I go with my lady?" Ser Erryk questioned. "Yes, make sure she doesn't go far." Rheanrya whispered. The knight nodded making his way towards his horse, mounting and following after the princess and prince.

Aemma pulled Midnight to a slow gallop, looking over the cliff side watching the sunset. It made her think of Seasmoke, the dragon that belonged to her 'Father' Leanor before he was killed. She had approached the dragon that night, as he was sitting on his rock staring at the sea. She wasn't looking to claim Seasmoke, just wanting to look at something that belonged to her father. But when Seasmoke had turned to her, it felt almost like he claimed her, walking to her pressing his large head into her as she cried, and mourned her father's death. Since then the two where inseparable, riding him every morning through the clouds of early dawn, watching the sun rise with one another.

She was the last child in the red keep to get a dragon, which had her and Aemond on the teasing side of the line when it came to the rest. But it never bothered her like it did Aemond, growing up with Jace she had to get use to the constant teasing and mocking.

"Do you always just run off to stare at clouds?" Her uncle spoke up from behind her. "No, usually I fly to look at clouds." she simply answered. "And usually when someone runs off they wish to be alone." she added looking back towards Aemond. "Kepus." she softly spoke. "Niece." he replied. He removed himself from his own horse, tying him carefully to a tree, the female watched him then looked up seeing Ser Erryk moving in towards them.

"Really can't be alone can I..?" she whispered. She clicked her tongue making Midnight take it off, Ser Erryk quickly following after her, leaving Aemond to watch in amusement.

Midnight galloped through every path until Ser Erryk could no longer be heard behind them. She unmounted Midnight walking towards the edge of the cliff. She lifted her chin letting out a high pitched whistle that surrounded the woods and soared through the air.

Ser Erryk had made his way back towards the prince, sighing to himself. The whistle could be heard making both men looked towards the woods area. Then the sounds of large wings flapping, and then the clouds split, the beautiful white scaled dragon came into view, flying over the woods then landing, causing the ground to shake slightly.

"Thought we couldn't have dragons.." Aemond spoke. "Caraxes, Syrax, and Seasmoke came.. But I didn't realize they where so close." Ser Erryk answered. Aemond was already on his horse, making his way towards his nieces placement, leaving Ser Erryk to his place, a sigh escaping the knight as he just let the two be.

Midnight rested aside eating away at the grass, while Aemma gently stroked Seasmoke's scales, her head pushed agaisnt her riders chest letting out low growls that could resemble purrs. But Seasmoke lifted her head quickly looking towards Aemond as he approached growling deeply. "Rytsas Kepus." she softly spoke. "Bantus zōbrie issa se ossyngnoti lēdys." (The night is dark and filled with terrors.) he rasped. "Iksan daor mirrī riña, kostan handle mirrī angotan hen ossyngnon." (I'm not a little girl, I can handle a little bit of terror.) she replied.

"Sometimes nyke nārhēdegon so jiōraton aōha Kepa zaldrīzes." (Sometimes I forget you got your father's dragon.) he spoke looking up at Seasmoke. She looked at him with surprise then smiled looking up at Seasmoke. "I didn't go to her to claim her, but for comfort after I found out about Le.. my father.." she spoke, her words twisting at the end. A sigh left her, head pressing into Seasmoke who pushed back.

"Ao've māzigon naejot terms lēda issare iā nādrēsy." (You've come to terms with being a bastard.) he spoke. She cringed at the word 'bastard', Seasmoke seeming to have the same reaction because she growled and huffed at the same time. "Eman daor iderennon." (I have no choice.) she whispered.

"But even if I am a bastard uncle, I know I was born of love, I know I was loved by both of my parents, Leanor included. I hold my strong name with honour, even if I can't come forth about it to those around me. I love Leanor like he was my father.. No he was my father, as was Harwin Strong, he trained me, taught me to be true to myself, while Leanor taught me to ride a dragon, to read, helped me with my High Valryian. Stitched me up when I was wounded, and held me when I had a nightmare. I grew up with love all around me, so yes I have come to terms with being a bastard, and there isn't a thing you can say to me that would change my mind." she spoke up.

Seasmoke pressed harder onto her, giving her the comfort she deserves. The sound of branch snapped caught both riders and the dragons attention. Heads turning towards the woods, a large white stag coming into the last bit of light coming to a complete stop, looking towards the girl.

Aemma's heart began pounding roughly against her chest, purple eyes sitting on the white stag. Seasmoke lifted herself standing straight behind her rider. Aemond slowly removed his hand from his sword, watching the stag, then looking towards his niece.

The deer looked away, turning and running off leaving them. "Aemma." Aemond muttered. "I know." she whispered. The first hunt with her mother was a total of 20 years ago, where the white stag approached her and Ser Criston Cole. Now Aemma at the age of 16, stood watched the white stag that had just approached her run off into the woods, the rest of the sunset glow disappearing into the darkness of clouds.

"We should head back." he spoke. "I'll take Midnight if you want to ride back on Seasmoke." Aemond suggested. Aemma nodded smiling towards her uncle, then towards Seasmoke. The drag stepped back then shifted lowering himself allowing her to gently climb into his saddle. He took a few steps forward then took to the sky, letting out a whistled roar.

Aemond watched her departure, then took hold of Midnights reigns clicking his tongue for her to follow him. He didn't see her as a bastard, she was too kind, her smile too pretty, and her heart filled with too much love. She wasn't wrong when she grew up surrounded by love with both Leanor and Harwin Strong. He wasn't angry about being betrothed to her, despite the constant teases from Aegon, he wasn't upset about it, because he knows she would be an amazing wife, and an amazing mother to their future children.

He loves her, even if it isn't in a relationship type of way, but he loved her as her uncle. And as that he would take care of her, protect her, and love her.

#game of thrones #house of dragons #house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aegon targaryen #alicent hightower #deamon targaryen #otto hightower #rheanys targaryen

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Power is Power

Aemond Targaryen x Lannister/Tyrell OC

OC Name: Amelia Lannister/Tyrell

Aemond is betrothed to the daughter of Jason and Johanne Lannister, Amelia Lannister.

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, sword training, parental abuse, parental manipulation to their child, age gap (Amelia - 17 / Aemond - 22), daggers, blood, death,

Sitting in the carriage, blue eyes sitting on the window watching as the Red Keep slowly came into view, guards hiding green flags with the Targaryen sigil, the horses of the Lannister kingdom drumming across dusted ground. The hound riding by the carriage, soon blocking the princess' view of the green, the royal family that now live in Kingslanding.

The door opened, hound introducing her parents first, Jason and Johanne Lannister, then soon her name was said as she stepped out of the carriage, hound helping her with a gentle hand of metal. She stepped out in a glorious gown of blue, her cleavage in view, red hair curled and positioned to a glorious up do ponytail, beautiful blue eyes shimmering.

Her gaze searched the dulled area, her parents speaking with Otto Hightower and his daughter Alicent Hightower. Her fingers holding onto the back of her gown, her hound standing right beside her, keeping her calm of anxiety and panic.

In her home, the sun shines brightly on her and her family, on the people that live amongst them. Wine is served in verious of grapes and flavors that left a sweetness to her tongue. Once they arrive they are always introduced with kindness, and power dripping at her feet. She had her personal maids that she called friends at her side at all times, telling her the gossips of the hall.

But here at Kingslanding she felt entrapped, as though the air had been sucked from her lungs. There was no sunlight, no proper introductions, no wine given to her, no friends grabbing her hands using her to the libraries or to the courtyard to dance and be free of duty. No instead there was the dull sky of smoke, as though a dragon had flown across and blew their fire through the air to rid of the sun. She was a lion, trapped by dragons, and all she could rely on was her knowledge and the hound by her side.

"Come, you've had quite a long journey, I'm sure you're in need of a meal and rest." Alicent softly spoke. Her parents followed first, not even looking back at their daughter, instead she was led by the hound, who held out his arm for her, to which she took with a soft smile.

They where led through the halls, the religious crypts making her skin crawl and physically uncomfortable. She was never introduced to the religion of the seven, so to see the seven pointed star had her questioning it to the hound that stood a few feet above her in height. "it is a religion you have no need of introducing yourself to princess." his deep voice answered. "I'm afraid I may not have much of a choice in the matter.." she whispered.

They where led to a dinning room, her eyes moving around the dark room that was lit by candles. "We hope everything will be to your satisfaction my lord, my lady." Otto Hightower spoke towards her parents. "We have a spot set specifically for your daughter beside my son, we believe it best for them to get to know one another for this arrangement." Alicent softly spoke.

The hound waited for the second princes to be led to his seat, before taking her over, a hand sitting on her back in a gentle reassurance. He sent one look at a male that went to pull her chair out, making the male bow and quickly move away, the hound instead assessing his princess' chair. She didn't sit yet, instead awaiting her parents to sit.

She's been taught very differently than the others, because they say before Alicent and Otto could do so. But she stayed standing, eyes lowered until she heard her parents sit, which she did as well, the hound pushing her chair in gently and elegantly, then stepping back 3 paces and standing behind her.

Alicent announced prayer before eating, which had Amelia bowing her head, but her blue eyes stayed open. She could see Aemond, her betrothed's hands clasped agaisnt the table, head bowed and eyes closed, along with the other, except her parents who where actually doing the same thing as she was.

Once she finished, Amelia lifted her head, looking up at a maid who filled her cup with wine, a kind smile appearing on her beautiful features. The maid seemed surprised by the kindness she was given, a blush appearing on her cheeks, head bowing and moving away. Amelia reached forward lifting the cup with a gentle grasp bringing it to her lips.

"You're rather quiet princess." Alicent spoke up looking towards the young girl. Amelia set the cup down only taking a small sip. "My apologies your grace, I've never been good with the work of words." she softly replied. Her voice was angelic, kind, like music that hit the walls of the darkened palace, brightening it just a bit.

Alicent couldn't help but give a real smile, looking at the young girl. "That is quite alright my dear. You're very young, their is always time to learn." she softly spoke.

Young.

Sometimes she forgets she still only 17 years old, a girl, not yet considered a woman, but old enough to be sold away to a lord and bred for the sake of power. But not yet considered a woman by those around her.

"I hope so your grace." she softly replied. "Where is the king your grace?" her father suddenly questioned. The mention of the king, Aegon the second of his name, made her extremely uncomfortable. His desires of young woman amongst servants and maids, even those of noble and royalty name did not go unnoticed in her home. The maids and young woman of her kingdom always speaking of his assaults, and the numerous bastards that live outside of the castle.

Her teeth cut into her cheek, stopping her from showing any sign of anxiety. Something her guard seemed to notice right away because he stepped forward one pace, which she took notice alerted the prince beside her, because his one eyes shifted back towards the hound, eyeing him closely.

"Amelia lift your gaze and straighten, it's rude to slouch." her mother softly spoke. Slouch? She wasn't slouching.. If anything her back was uncomfortably straight due to the corset that hugged and suffocated her. She lifted her head, trying to fix her posture the way her mother told her to do, ponytail falling over her shoulder as she straighted completely, blue eyes sitting ahead, hand now pressed into her lap. She would love to eat because the food in front of her looked delicious, but she felt as though she get sick with the horrible feeling etching up her stomach.

Alicent seemed confused looking towards the queen of House Lannister. "I believe she's perfectly fine, I'm sure after such a long journey she's very tired. We should let her retire to her chambers for the night." she softly spoke. With this the hound moved forward but Amelia quickly moved her hand making him stop. "That would be rude of my your grace, I do apologize for my posture. I have never left the halls of my home before, so coming to a new palace is a bit restraining on me." she softly spoke.

Aemond turned his head towards her, noticing the kindness in her eyes when she spoke to his mother, the kind tone towards the woman. He took notice that her hand was still in place instructing the guard behind her, with one motion he stepped back, hand fingers lacing together in her lap.

"You've never left the halls of house Lannister?" Alicent softly questioned. "No my queen, I am the prime of my house, the youngest of my sister's so my lord father and lady mother have taken the structuring of protecting me within the halls. I feel honored to have Kingslanding be my first visitation, and for such a lovely occasion of marriage as well." she softly spoke.

Her words sounded so rehearsed, her parents watching her more closely than they should. Even Alicent seemed to pick up on it, seeing the anxiety inside of her eyes, knowing that feeling more than anything. The manipulation and pressure the princess is under, is something she understands, as she grew up dealing with the same from her father.

Alicent now felt protective, wanting to get the girl out of her parents vision as quick as possible. Her gaze moved to her son, then back towards the girl. "Do you like reading Amelia?" Alicent questioned. Amelia seemed to brighten when she said her name instead of 'princess' a smile appearing on her features, a real smile that brightened her ocean blue eyes. "Very much so your grace." she softly but quickly replied. "As does Aemond, I believe you two should go to the library, speak with one another while sharing an interest as well, away from eyes of adulting." Alicent softly spoke.

Aemond was on his feet before she could even react, his hand held out for her. She looked up at him, then slowly taking his hand and standing to her full height, which was still shorter than he was. He began leading her out of the dinning chambers, her hound following behind. "Leave them hound, they're to married in two moons." Jason Lannister ordered.

Amelia turned her head as she walked with Aemond, watching her guard stop dark brown eyes watching her disappear within the darkness of the red keep with the one eyed prince.

Lance Snow, the bastard uncle of Amelia Lannister and many others, was sworn to her when she was born. He sees the worst and the best in her. Over the last 17 years he's learned her tactics, knowing when she's biting her cheeks to calm her anxiety, or certain tics that shows she's uncomfortable or upset. Or when she gets angry and the true lioness within her shows. Or the fear that resides in her eyes at all times, especially when her parents are around her.

"Do you not trust my grandson guard?" Otto Hightower questioned. "Of course not my lord." Lance coldly replied. He didn't trust the prince, he didn't trust anyone within these walls. He only wished to protect his niece, to remove her from this vile place, and take her back home to the sunlight and courtyard where she can pick and hold the beautiful red and blue roses.

Aemond held the library door open allowing the princess to enter first, with a bow of her head a kind smile. Her heels clicked on the stone floors, her eyes moving over the walls of hundreds to thousands of books. Her fingers unclasped from her front walking closer to the shelves looking over the different book titles. Some where even worded in High Valryian, a beautiful language used for the glorious beasts of house Targaryen.

"Brother! What a surprise to see you wondering the shelves.. My my is this the lucky bride I've heard so much about?" a voice spoke up near Aemila's right, which made her jump because she hadn't seen anyone there when walking over. She stepped back a bit, immediately realizing who it was, head bowing in respect. "My king." she softly spoke.

Aegon smirked walking towards her holding a cup of wine, other hand grasping the girls chin lifting her up, forcing her to look up at him. "Quite a pretty little thing aren't you, so small as well." he whispered. Usually a compliment like this would send her into embarrassment, but instead it made her scared and weak. "T-thank you your grace." she whispered.

"Too bad you're marrying such a horrid man, to stand by a one eyed man.. Such a waste for a pretty girl." Aegon mocked. She didn't know where the next words came from, but when they came out she was ready to accept her death. "I believe the prince Aemond would be an amazing husband, scars show power and control, and within my home power and control makes you superior to those around you." her voice was like silk, sweetness running off her tongue like a waterfall.

Aegon was surprised by her reply, quickly removing his hand from her chin. Her blue eyes searching his, then she smiled bowing her head once more. "Marrying the prince is a great honour amongst my house my king." she softly spoke. Their was that lioness, the power that sits around her no matter who she stands with. The power that sits on her tongue is something no man could ever stand against, and this shows when Aegon huffs in defeat and uninterested, turning his head, and walking away muttering about something, she was no interested in knowing about.

No matter how shy or fearful she is, she is a Lannister, one of the most powerful families along side the Targaryen's. She has fangs as sharp as the daggers held by the strongest of warriors, claws ready to slice through anyone's skin that dares to cross her. A tongue of power and manipulation tried by her own mother, a Lannister. And as a woman she had not only the power of her tongue, but the power that sits between her legs, something Men would kneel to get a hold of.

"What is it like to ride a dragon if you do not mind me asking my lord?" she softly questioned Aemond. He chuckled making his way towards the fire place, sitting down. "You go from a timid girl at a dinner table, to insulting my brothers then to a curious cat of riding dragons. I believe our marriage will be quite confusing if this keeps up." he teased. It was the first time she's heard his voice, it was soothing, calming, and deep.

"I am not being haunted by my parents gazes my lord." she softly replied. He made a motion with his hand, telling her to come close to which she obeyed walking closer to him, til she stood by his side. But that didn't seem to be what he wanted before grabbed her arm, pulling her until she hit his lap. A gasp left her, as he manhandled her into the position he wanted. She now sat on top of him, legs on either side of his thighs, sitting her directly over him.

"M-my prince.." she whispered. He pushed her dress up, but not enough to cause any discomfort, more so he could sit her properly over top of him. "Pick one place you would choose to visit." he ordered. She looked at him in confusion then looked around her thinking of any answer. "Highgarden my lord.. I wish to walk the beautiful gardens of House Tyrell, to hold a a strongly grown golden rose, taste the freshly made wines, to bliss I'm the sunlight that pours over the gardens, and to speak with the maidens that sit amongst the halls." she softly answered.

"You have the eyes of a Tyrell my lady." he rasped. She quickly looked at him, blue eyes sitting on him with surprise. "You have the mind the agility of a Lannister, but the kindness and eyes of a Tyrell. Hidden away all her life, taught the ability of being a queen not just a princess, but yet marrying a second son." he pushed.

"My uncle, the hound is a bastard, a man of Tyrel blood. My father.. Jason Lannister was unable to perform on my mother, so he and my uncle both took my mother.. It is believed that my guard is my true father, but no one will ever truly know because I gesture the Lannister's far too much. It is far different from half my sister's who wound up as bastards, for mine was meant to happen, to give birth to a proper queen.. As for the marriage between you and I my lord, it was a peace treaty between our families for the war against the blacks." she explained.

"If you wish to refer to me as bastard my lord, you are more than welcome to do so.. There isn't an insult you can throw at me that I have not yet heard at least once in my 17 years of life." she whispered. His arm went around her waist pulling her closer, pressing her into him. Their bodies fit perfectly together, her small frame sitting agaisnt his in the most perfect of ways. "If you wish to go to Highgarden, then I will take you to Highgarden my dear wife." he rasped. "And if I hear of anyone insulting you once more, I will cut their heads from their shoulders and have it sit on the wall." he threatened.

She smiled as she looked down at him, blue eyes searching his violet one. "As long as you are by my side my lord, then I shall travel to the ends of the earth." she whispered. He hummed, positioning his hand on her waist beginning to move her hips back and forth against him, a smirk growing watching as her loving expression disappeared to one of pleasure. "Grind on your husband." he ordered. And she obeyed, head leaning forward pressing into his shoulder, moving her hips agaisnt his, listening to his deep grunts of pleasure.

By the next morning Aemond had taken Amelia on a ride with Vaghar. She was curious about dragons, so when she got close to the largest dragon known in the world, she was in pure amazement, almost like a child. She giggled during the whole ride, smile bright and brighter info the sky. Even Vaghar seemed to enjoy the life she brought to her rider, and to the day.

After her ride with Vaghar she spent the rest of the morning with Haleana and her children. She sat on her knees listening as the children babbled on about their dragon figures. She never once questioned Haleana's mutters, having read about dragon dreamers once. Instead she found her words enchanting, listening to each one with a smile, that Haleana always returned when she realized the other wasn't confused, but instead listening and caring.

"That girl dresses like a harlot." Otto Hightower muttered within the court. Alicent, Aegon, and Aemond each sat around the table. "The fact that you chose someone like her, a possible bastard!" Otto spoke directly towards Alicent. "She's one of the kindest princess known to all houses, a girl for to rule if something where to happen to Aegon. Instead her mother dresses no different than she does, in fact worse. She's just a child, a scared child. She is what Kingslanding needs, a girl pure of heart, kindness and love that will travel amongst the people and keep the peace within Kingslanding during this war." Alicent defended the girl.

"She's a bastard." Otto growled. "I'd watch your tongue grandfather, that is my future wife you are speaking of." Aemond finally spoke up. Otto seemed surprised looking at his grandson, then huffing. "We need the Lannister's by our side, they're one of the most powerful families right now, we need them to bend the knee to Aegon." Alicent whispered.

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Amelia listened to her mother complain of Alicent and the servants. Her porcelain blue eyes watching her every movement, head cocking showing that she was listening to every word. But then her mother stopped, looking towards her daughter in disgust. "You smell of one of those beasts." she growled. Amelia's body straightened instantly, eyes widening in fear. "I-Im sorry?" she questioned. "That boy.. He took you on one of those.. those things!" her mother yelled.

A scream escaped the girl as her mother's hand connected her cheek, nearly throwing her from the bed. Her hand reached up slowly touching the blood red hand print, needles pricking into her skin as the pain spread.

Aemond's head quickly turned hearing the high-pitched screech, Alicent seeming to have perked up as well. Aemond was on his feet before anyone could question, and out the door, his mother not far behind.

"Y-you struck me.." Amelia whispered. Her blue eyes lifted towards the woman that moved her hand to her stomach realizing what she had done. Her mother tensed when the door was opened quickly, slamming into the wall. Aemond walked straight for his fiance, lifting her face by her chin looking at the bright red marking on her cheek.

Then with only a few moments his dagger was removed, then everything was blurred. Blood splattered across the floor, bed, and walls. Her mother hadn't even been given time to react before the princes dragged sliced through her throat, body hitting the floor. "Oh my God.." Alicent gasped covering her mouth.

Amelia sat on the bed, eyes wide looking at her mother as she lay on the floor, blood pouring from the wound. But soon she lifted her gaze looking up at Aemond, staring at him, watching him as he cleaned his dagger with a cloth.

Aemond looked back at her, expecting her to be scared, for her to move away from him. But instead he was met with innocent blue eyes, that stared up at him like he was the only thing in her world. He twirled his dagger placing it back at his side, ordering to have the woman placed on the wall as punishment for touching what was his.

"Come." he ordered. She obeyed taking his hand following him out of the room. Alicent watching the two then looking back at he blood puddle. "Tell Jason Lannister of his wife and what she had done to deserve her punishment." she ordered Cristian Cole.

--

"Didn't you wish for me to be queen father? Why have me marry a second son, the Kinslayer?" Amelia questioned her father. "You will be queen." he coldly replied while looking up at his wife's body that hung on the wall. "And how do you expect me to be such, when Aegon sits on the throne with a wife." she questioned. "You're a Lannister and a Tyrell, there isn't anything a man wouldn't do to please you. That boy is of no excuse. He's already murdered for you, your own mother, for striking you. He will make you queen, with the right kind of persuasion." he coldly spoke.

He turned and walked away without another word, her gaze following him then lifting towards her mother's body. 'He wishes for me to ask Aemond to kill his own brother?' she mentally questioned.

She watched her father, then quickly turned and walked towards the training grounds where she could hear swords clashing agaisnt one another. Aemond could be seen in the middle of a crowd, with Ser Criston Cole, his white hair and eyepatch making it even more noticeable that it was him.

"This is not a place for a princess my lady." Criston spoke while watching Aemond. "My apologies, I guess my curiosity got the best of me." Amelia softly replied. "Then move to the front my curious betrothed." Aemond replied moving his one eye towards her. The crowd spread for her, allowing her to step forward to stand at the front, arms clasping behind her watching him.

Her dress would be considered a sin within the Targaryen name, especially within the walls of Hightower. But she was no part of their house, she was Tyrell, a Lannister, a girl grown up learning that the more skin she showed, the more power she gained. So she didn't care about the eyes on her, because she wasn't watching them, she was watching her prince.

Her red hair was curled perfectly, flowing down her back which was fully bared, the back of the dress beginning at her waist, and tightly fitted down the rest of her body. But she was wearing green, showing her respect to the Hightowers, instead of the beautiful blue or gold that would usually sit on her body during any other occasion.

She watched at their swords clashed together, the hound walking up behind her watching the scene closely. He then leaned down whispering to his princess, to which she never looked away from Aemond but listened to his words. "Your grandmother in Highgarden wishes your presence before the wedding ceremony in two moons." he softly spoke. "How exciting." Amelia replied with a beautiful smile appearing on her features.

The duel ended with Aemond's sword put to Criston's throat. The crowd clapped in honour of their prince, while Amelia smiled watching him lower his sword, and make his way towards her. "Well done my prince." she softly spoke. "It seems my presence has been called to Highgarden my prince, my great grandmother wishes my presence." she softly spoke. She began walking with towards the courtyard, her uncle walking behind them. "Then I will take you on dragon back, Vaghar quite enjoyed your company." he informed.

The idea of arriving on dragonback made her smile, hooking her arm around his, and clasping her hands together. Her sapphire ocean blue eyes looking up at him then ahead of her as they entered the halls of the red keep.

Aemond had led her back to her chambers, allowing her to gather her things while he went to inform his mother.

Jason Lannister was quick to shut the idea of his daughter traveling to Highgarden on dragon back. "My daughter will travel back on carriage, I will not have her life endangered on one of those beasts, especially this boys. For all I know it may lose control again." he spat.

Amelia entered the court, a beautiful baby blue cloak wrapped around her, fur could be seen on the hood and along the cuffs of the sleeves. A laced blue dress that gave a full view of her cleavage, a rose necklace atoning her throat, a golden belt wrapped around her waist representing her house. "Have her placed in the carriage hound." Jason ordered. "But I thought-" Amelia spoke up. But one harsh glance from her father, had her straightening, blue eyes losing their color immediately. She turned and walked out without another word, Lance following behind her.

"I'd watch your tongue, you may end up by your wife's side." Aemond growled dangerously. "I'd be a fool to just hand my daughter off to you willingly boy. She's fit to be a queen not a second princes whore. And by the end of this you'll realize you can't give her what she wants, and she'll leave you to the dust of your castle, living in your shame Kinslayer." Jason growled. He moved away and followed after his daughter leaving Aemond to stand with his mother, a dangerous light in his eyes.

"Must you be so harsh father?" Amelia whispered looking up at the man. "I am giving this kingdom my men, my homes safety, and my daughter. Least they can handle is my harshness." he coldly replied. "Do you feel nothing for mother?" she suddenly asked her father. "Do you?" he rasped. "No. She was cruel and rash towards me and my siblings." she answered. "Then why question my feelings towards her when you yourself don't give a damn." he muttered, entering the carriage first.

The sounds a loud roar, then a huge shadow of a dragons body took the sunlight from her body. Her head lifted looking as the monstrous Vaghar flew over the kingdom. She pouted wishing to be otop with her rider, but instead she was forced to travel by carriage, which will take longer to get to Highgarden.

She entered the carriage, sitting down across her father, head turning to the window as the door shut, and the horses began their travel. She sank into her seat ready to indulge the long journey.

#aemond targaryen #game of thrones #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #alicent hightower #house of dragons #deamon targaryen #aemond one eye #house of the dragon #otto hightower #house lannister #house tyrell

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Little Sister

Chapter 1 - The Red Headed Child

Aemond Targaryen x Little sister OC

Deamon Targaryen x Niece OC

OC Name: Saera Targaryen/Hightower

Saera was the last born child of Viserys and Alicent, only a year after Aemond. As she grows up within the toxicity of Kingslanding, she finds herself growing more and more attached to her older brother Aemond, even more after her betrothal to Cregon Stark, or to another.

Warnings: Cursing, incest, kissing, marking (hickeys, bite prints), parental neglect, Deamon is not married to Rheanrya in this instead she still married to Leanor.

The music surrounded the dinning hall, chattering of lords and ladies, silverware and glasses changing together. The news of the betrothal between the north and house Targaryen, Cregon Stark was betrothed to Saera Targaryen, the youngest of Viserys and Alicent's children.

Small hands shook against black and green skirts, listening as her mother spoke of her like she was a new toy to pawn off to the Lord sitting beside the princess. Her red hair was tied back tight, pulling at her skull as the braid was set perfectly with oils keeping it pressed, clean, and sweet smelling. Her dress was firm and tight on her body, leaving her sitting uncomfortably straight as the corset slowly destroyed her ribcage, most likely to leave bruises by morning sunrise.

Her fingers where clenched into her skirts, shaking as her parents spoke of her like she wasn't there. Her older brother by one year sat on the other side of her, watching her closely, noticing her reaction of fear and anxious. Her bitten nails nearly bleeding from how tight they clenched, a habit she picked up from their mother. He or Helaena where always slapping her hands from her mouth to stop her bitting at her raw nails, never actually seeming to work because as soon as they'd turn their backs she'd do it again.

He shifted and placed a hand over hers, making her hands stop shaking for mere seconds. It felt as though everything around her disappeared as Aemond held her hands. "Calm yourself." he whispered. His deep voice had her heart coming to a slow, blue eyes lifting to his, pink lips parting to say something but nothing came out. Instead she turned her hands, entangling her fingers with his while the other sat on top. Slowly she looked ahead not wanting to stare too long.

The feelings she shared for Aemond was far from unnoticeable. Their parents and siblings knew better than anyone. Their touched always too lingering, always too intimate. The eye contact far too long to be considered sibling like. Her cheeks flushing when he would speak with her. And the small things caught by Alicent and handmaidens when entering one of their chambers, or out in the courtyard.

Alicent has walked in on them, her daughter's back to the bedsheets or the wall as Aemond lingers over her, knee pressed between thighs teeth etching into her throat. More rants and disciplines pushed on the both of them, but no matter what it never made the interactions stop.

It took one interaction between Saera and Otto, a slap to the face and Aemond had his grandfather on the floor dagger ready to cut. It made both Viserys and Alicent realize just how far they let this relationship slide.

Which brings them to now. Viserys had made an agreement with the North to marry his youngest daughter to the Lord Cregon Stark. A Stark and Targaryen marriage has never actually happened before, this being the first. Cregon has already had one wife, and had children already.

Alicent seemed to notice the touching between her youngest children, sending a nod towards Criston Cole who walked forward grabbing the princess arm pulling her up gently. A look of fear passed her features, which had not only Aemond on his feet, but Aegon as well. The whole room went silent, watching the interaction, most grimacing at the way the guard grabbed the girl. "Release me.." she whispered. "Let her go or I will cut you down." Aemond growled. "It is getting late Princess, it is time to retire to your chambers." Criston simply spoke.

"I'll take her." Aemond growled. He forced Criston's hand from his sisters arm, gently pulling Saera away from the knight and turning her ushering her to walk ahead of him. Aegon watched his baby sister closely then towards Criston. "Touch my baby sister again and I'll have your head cut from your shoulders and fed to my dragon." he snapped coldly. Alicent tensed up at her oldest son's words, head bowing hands pressed over her lips.

Saera was taken back to her chambers, Aemond dismissing her guard as he entered behind her. She had a hand to her mouth, teeth pulling and ripping at the skin of her nails. Aemond shut and latched the door behind him, then moved up in front of her removing her hand from her mouth, thumb rubbing over the ruined skin. She looked up at him, a tear falling down her cheek, to which he wiped away with his other hand. It moved back gently to her braids undoing the ribbon, letting it flow and fall to the stone floor.

Her hair flowed like a waterfall down her back, red strands falling forward as she bowed her head. He lifted her head, making her look directly at him. The way she looked up at him shouldn't be the way a sister looks up at their brother. She held a wanting gaze, held only for him and him only.

He leaned down slowly, noses bumping into one another, breath fanning over one another lips each waiting for the other to make the move. Her hands moved forward grabbing onto the leather of his clothing, grasping at anything she could. Her blue eyes finally closed, ridding of the space between them kissing him deeply. Hands pulling and grasping at his waist, his fingers pushing through fire red strands of hair.

Issuing him felt like fire, like flames surrounded them pouring them into the heated lava as they joined. It felt right, perfect, almost like this was meant to be. She pushed him back, but never once released from the kiss. He allowed her to push him until he was hit the bed, sitting down pulling her to sit in his lap.

The sounds of ripping and tearing of fabric could be heard as Aemond tore the fabric from her back. Expert fingers untied the corset, releasing her ribcage from it's misery. His cold hands moved up her bare skin, pulling her down closer to him.

Aemond flipped their position, now over top of her beginning to pull at her torn dress, removing it from her smooth skin and tossing it to the floor. This left her under her underclothing, which was a thing silk dress that ended mid thigh. She reached up gently removing his eyepatch from his eye, letting I drop beside her. Fingers smoothed over the scar, ocean blue eyes staring into the lilac and sapphire, eyes of love and want.

He grabbed her arm pulling it forward bitting into her forearm, hard and ruthless. A pained whine escaped her, but she didn't move away. He bit her as though his teeth would cut through her skin, but they never did, merely marking her in his own way. He would have gone farther, to rip her undercloth from her body, pull her body down to grind into his thigh, watch as her face takes on a color of bliss and pleasure, if it hadn't been for their mother barging in.

"Get off of her. Now Aemond." she ordered. Aemond released her arm looking back towards his mother. Saera's head quickly turned arms moving up and covering her face as shame and embarrassment covered her, just as it always does. He moved away standing up looking back towards his mother. He wasn't ashamed, nor was he embarrassed, he loved Saera, and he wasn't scared to admit that.

Their grandfather wasn't far behind their mother, the young girl ushering grabbing a hold of her blankets covering herself, teeth immediately bitting and ripping at skin. Otto pulled Aemond out by his arm, no longer playing these games, leaving Alicent with her daughter.

"I'm sorry Saera.. I truly truly am.." she whispered. "You're not.. you're selling me off like I'm some whore.. I love Aemond! I wish to marry Aemond, why can't you and father realize that?!" she cried. "I know.." Alicent whispered. "If I could change it all I would.." she added. "You say you didn't want this life yet you make your children live the same. Marrying them off to some lord just so you can stay in power.. Maybe Rheanrya was right, the people will begin to see you as you are." Saera spoke.

Alicent wanted to break down right then and their as she heard her daughters words. Her head bowed moving back and out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She entered the room where her father's yells could be heard, Aemond standing straight watching him with his cold gaze. His eyepatch no where to be seen, most likely still inside of Saera's chambers.

"Do you manipulate her because you can't find yourself a suiter boy? A girl that has so much potential, you decide to ruin her just as you are?" Otto coldly spoke. "The only potential you'll be getting out of her is the power she can bring to your court." Aemond sharply replied "No one will want her on e they find out you've touched her." Otto growled. "I fucking want her!" Aemond yelled.

"Enough! I will hear no more of this nonsense boy. You will not touch her. There will be no more alone time with her. Guards will be sanctioned with her at all times, and if I hear word that you are with her without anyone else, you'll never see her again." Otto harshly spat towards Aemond.

Alicent entered her youngest daughter's room, only to be met with an empty bed. "Saera?" She softly called out. But there was no answer, causing confusion within the queen. The handmaidens had come to her early sunrise saying the princess wasn't in her room, and word had gotten out her dragon Verimax had disappeared as well.

She rushed out of the room rushing towards the throne room throwing the doors open. "I want the finest men out searching for my daughter!" she ordered. "Where is Aemond?" she quickly questioned Halaena. "In the courtyard training with Ser Criston.." she softly answered.

The queen immediately left to get her second son, heart slamming against her chest and echoing in her ears. "Aemond!" she quickly spoke. The one eyed prince turned his head looking towards his mother. "Saera is gone.. The dragon handlers said she took off with Verimax early this morning, important items are missing from her room.." she quickly spoke. Aemond turned his head grabbing his sword, sheathing it and quickly walking around his mother.

He rushed towards the dragon Pitt gathering Veghar who huffed in annoyance that her sleep was interrupted, but when she felt how anxious her rider was she accepted and made her way out, taking flight obeying his orders to search out the princess's dragon.

It took hours til Veghar caught sight of the black and red dragon, that sat on a mountains edge. But he was sitting alone, Cerexes sat beside him, and if Cerexes was there, her dragon wasn't far behind. Veghar moved further into the clouds to go unnoticed, landing far enough from the dragons.

"Nyke jaelagon naejot rid hen issa betrothal Kepus." (I wish to rid of my betrothal uncle.) Saera softly spoke in their father's tongue. Her back pressed to stone as Deamon sat watching her closely. "Aeksio Cregon Stark iksos nykeā rovegrue aeksio niece." (Lord Cregon Stark is a great lord niece.) Deamon simply replied. "Kessa ziry iksos. Yn nykeā gaomagon daor jaelagon naejot sagon gaomagon syt issa muñnykeā se grandfather's thirst syt power foliot se denalion." (Yes he is. But I do not wish to be used for my mother and grandfather's thirst for power over the throne.) she spoke honestly, giving away the secrets of the Kingslanding hall.

"Skoro syt mazigon naejot issa?" (Why come to me?) he questioned. His voice was rough but soft as he spoke with her. She had nothing to do with the rivalry between the blacks and the greens. Far too innocent, and unknown like the rest of her family. "Ponta jāhor daor mazōregon Aemond, yn ponta jāhor mazōregon ao Kepus. Ao jiorgain arli iemny SE halls he Kingslanding. Nyke daor tepagon ao nykeā position va se denalion, yn nyke tepagon ao power iemny se court, power foliot issa grandfather, se ability naejot restore Kingslanding hae ziry istan." (They will not accept Aemond, but they will accept you uncle. You get back within the halls of Kingslanding. I cannot give you a position on the throne, but I will give you power within the court, power over my grandfather, the ability to restore Kingslanding as it was.) her voice was soft, fingers clenching behind her back as she slowly gave herself over to her uncle.

Deamon let out a deep chuckle, slowly standing and walking over to her, large hand wrapping around her arm pulling them to her sides. "Skorkydoso gaomagon ao gīmigon ponta jāhor mazōregon issa niece?" (How do you know they will accept me niece?) he questioned. "My father is on his death bed uncle, if I'm bringing any man forward that isn't Aemond he would gladly accept. I'm just picking one that would protect me from the hands of my grandfather." she whispered. "Protect you?" he questioned. "I've come to learn my grandfather wishes to sell me for the throne.." she whispered. "And mother is coming to agreement with it." her voice cracked at mother.

"Kostilus Kepus.." (please uncle.) she whispered. Deamon's hand moved up to sit against her cheek, tracing beneath her lash line removing the the tears that laid their. "Very well." he rasped.

"I shall accept your proposal my dear wife." he whispered.

Deamon asking for Saera's hand came to a surprise to the court. But Viserys allowed it, accepted it over the North. To keep the bloodline pure, and not to place his daughter in a miserable marriage, when already surrounded by a miserable family.

The betrothal was a huge celebration, and this time she wasn't shaking and crying. Instead she was smiling along side her family. Well Aemond wasn't happy, he was furious, but by the end of the night he saw why she was doing it. She wanted protection, and he couldn't give it to her if his every movement was being watched. So she chose the next best thing, their uncle Deamon Targaryen.

Alicent smiled watching as her daughter danced with Deamon, a smile pressed onto her features, a dress of black and red shimmering brightly. Her blue eyes never leaving lilac, arms around one another giggles and deep chuckles surrounding the two.

"I know she'll never look at Deamon the way she looks at you Aemond. But you must understand why she is doing this." Alicent whispered to her son. "I know. He'll do anything to rid of her being here, at least Deamon will protect her." Aemond rasped. Alicent kissed his cheek then looked back towards her daughter, smiling at her happiness.

Otto Hightower stood from his seating at the table raising his glass, the room going silent. Saera's hand moved to Deamon's side watching her grandfather. "I wish to give a toast to my youngest granddaughter, to finally give her hand to someone noticable. I wish for great and powerful heirs to come from her very womb." he spoke harshly, closely, sadistically.

Saera didn't know how to take that, head turning and lifting up towards Deamon who had a death glare set on Otto. She pulled at Deamon smiling up at him, pulling him down, just as she would Aemond, lips pressing into his, the taste of strawberries and wine mixing together as he kissed back. Lord and ladies cheered at the newlywed, while Aemond sat fist clenched agaisnt the table watching the scene in front of him.

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Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 6

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

Warnings: incest, usuper, threatening a child, dragons, pregnancy,

Also I made Daeny's whole name Daenerys, which makes her and Aemond's daughter the second of her name.

Entering into Kingslanding was like a sword cutting through her heart all over again. Mexes flew over the kingdom, leaving her large shadow to descend over the citizens below, Vaghar and Cerexes following behind her. Soliston held Alysanne, flying right beside his sister and mother. Mexes was the first to drop down, landing in the emptied courtyard.

The air was cold with winter in the wind, her furred cloak blew in the wind, black dress tight and firm on her body with red dragon scales that matched Mexes' perfectly. Her white hair was tied into a high braided ponytail, the gold crown sitting on her head, showing the glory of the new black queen.

She removed herself from Mexes, hand tracing her scales to which she leaned into, then took to the air, the others following after except Vaghar who stayed in place, the fly was long, meaning she was probably tired. Her lilac eyes followed Mexes as she flew through through the skies, taking in her home. She then turned towards her father in confusion. "There should be guards, knights lining the kingdom, especially when the dragons came into view." she spoke up.

"Otto Hightower doesn't have the cock to control these knights and guards. That's why they need you, the one who was trained from a babe to rule." Deamon spoke tracing her cheek then walking towards towards the entrance. "Come on sweet boy." she softly spoke holding out her hand. Alysanne smiled walking towards his mother grasping her hand and walking inside with her, Aemond following behind, hand already sitting firmly on the handle of his blade.

It felt forbidden to walk through these halls after so many years of being away from them. It felt like needles pricking her skin, like her own uncle's blade slicing through her stomach once more. Her heels clicked like sin through the halls, echoing like the song of ice and fire.

Handmaidens stopped when they saw the Targaryen's enter the halls, eyes widening heads bowing, whispers surrounding them. Daeny was the only Kin left to Rheanrya and Deamon Targaryen, the rightful heir to the throne, the one that will save them from the abuse Otto has put apon their walls.

Daeny came to a stop which made Aemond stop behind her and Alysanne. Her head turned looking past his shoulder feeling a piercing gaze on them. "We're being watched, and it's not the servants." she whispered. "The court follows my grandfather, probably spies, guards that are too afraid to attack, so they watch, hiding their cocks between whir legs." Aemond spoke coldly.

He nodded forward, to which she nodded, turning back around making her way towards the throne room. Two guards stopped her instantly staring straight ahead trying not to look at the girl. She walked forward once more, noticing the shake of the knights swords. She smiled softly pushing past them to which they obeyed, swords lowering heads bowing in shame.

She walked ahead, Otto Hightower sitting on her grandfather's throne, her mother throne, her throne. Releasing Alysanne's hand, she moved ahead looking up at him, to which he stood yelling for guards to contain the small family. She came to a stop at the bottom of the steps, looking directly at him. "You are no descendent of Targaryen blood Otto." she spoke firmly. "Do you know nothing of my family's legacy? Or do you only process what you wished to process?" she questioned. "You know nothing child." he growled.

"From my blood, come the prince that was promised and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire." she softly spoke. "What?" Otto growled. "The prophecy of Aegon the first dream is engraved into his blade, the blade held by the one that sits on that throne, read only by those chosen as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Aegon the first believed that a destined savior would come forth from the Targaryen bloodline. From which you are not part of. I do not wish to use force to remove you from that throne, but I will if deemed necessary." she spoke firmly.

Guards came running in surrounding the family, Otto smirking down at her. Aemond and Deamon pulled their swords from their sheaths ready to protect the queen and her son. "I do not want to rule a kingdom of blood and bone." she softly spoke. "Nor kingdoms of ash." she added. "You will have your blood amongst the throne Otto. Aemond as king consort, Alysanne as my heir, and the oldest of three." she spoke.

Aemond turned his head towards her in confusion, eyes moving towards her stomach. Deamon doing the exact same, then looking at Aemond. You could feel the protective barrier grow between the two men when they hear the ideals of the queen being with child once more.

"Do not cut anyone down." she ordered. "They'll attack you if we lay down our swords!" Aemond argued. "Them let them attack." she ordered. "Have you gone mad?!" Deamon growled. "Lay down your swords!" she ordered. Aemond and Deamon looked at each other, then slowly lowered their sword setting them at their feet. "I do not wish to rule a kingdom of blood and bone!" she yelled up towards the guards and Otto. "It is not what my mother would have wanted! Nor my grandfather." she rasped.

She began walking up the steps towards Otto Hightower. Her fingers wrapped around the kings hands broach ripping it from his tunic looking up at him. "You are a traitor. And you will die, whether by my hands or within a cage. But no matter it will be slow, and it will be painful. I tire of showing mercy, your daughter and grandson where of trivial to that fact." she whispered. "Kneel or die screaming." she whispered. "It be best to give me your loyalty, for I am not giving mercy! Anyone who dares to not kneel are traitors to the land and the Targaryen's! With fire and blood you will die screaming!!" she yelled.

She didn't want to rule a kingdom over graves, but to rid of the traitor's within her land, she will. The sounds of swords hitting the floor could be heard, head turning slightly watching as knights kneeled, arms pressed into knees, heads bowing. She stepped aside Aemond grabbing his grandfather pulling him away from the throne and towards the steps. "Kneel." he rasped.

Otto looked directly at Daeny, then towards Deamon, then towards Aemond. Shoving his grandson back he grabbed a hold of Alysanne, hand wrapped around his throat, other placed on Aegon's blade that sat at his side. Daeny moved forward only for Otto to tell her stop. "Move once and I will kill him." he rasped.

"Mexes." she whispered. The roof was ripped from it's placement, Otto flinching quickly looking up only to come face to face with the second largest dragon known to current man kind, the queen's dragon. Her mouth opened a loud screech escaping her, causing Otto to release the boy who ran back towards his father. "Burning you would be too simply, too quick, too unsatisfying." she coldly spoke making her way down towards the Otto looking directly at him.

He dropped to his knees pleading for his life, Mexes made her way inside the throne room circling the throne skittering, growling, huffing watching every movement. "Did my mother plead for her life as Aegon had her killed, and eaten by his dragon, before my own baby brothers eyes before you had him slayed?" she questioned. "What of my brothers? Did they plead for forgiveness as they gave their lives?" she growled. "What part of you deserves mercy?" she questioned.

That's when Otto stopped pleading her but his grandson. But Otto had just threatened not only his pregnant wife, but his oldest son. "I would gladly slit your throat right now Grandfather if the queen allowed it." Aemond darkly replied. "Take him to a cell. He'll rot their, pleading for his death, as he slowly rots." she ordered. Guards grabbed the man, who yelled and pleaded, struggling agaisnt their holds.

Daeny walked towards her father holding the hands broach. "You where passed aside, pushed out and forgotten more times to count. Within these walls of Kingslanding, I ask that you help me fix it, the person who knows these walls better than anyone. I, Deanerys Daeny Targaryen, first of her name, daughter of the purest of dragons, queen of the Andals and the first men, protector of the seven kingdoms, the true unburnt, and the welder of ice and fire, I ask that you be my right hand, my hand at the courts table, the hand that stands by my side at battle, my father." she spoke firmly.

Deamon has never felt more proud as he looked down at his little girl. He kneeled down looking up at him with pride. "I accept the honor my grace, my queen." he softly spoke. She raised her head telling him to rise, to which he did, placing the broach onto his tunic.

She bowed her head smiling, turning and making her way back towards her family. Aemond slid his sword back into it's sheath, standing straight looking at her. He reached out placing the back of his hand on her stomach, to which she smiled. "You should have told me, we would have been more careful." he whispered. "There was no time for careful." she softly spoke.

The religion relics where removed from the kingdom, the doors where opened back up once more, servants removed from the dungeons and allowed back within the halls. The green was removed and replaced with the colors of Targaryen's. Alysanne was placed into proper training, while Deanerys worked along side her mother in lessons.

The names of the loss of Targaryen's where placed along the candle lit Balerion, including Haelena and her children. The gods seemed to have approved of a Targeryan sitting apon the throne once more because the sun shines through the open ceiling of the throne room.

Mexes sit along side her mother wrapped around the throne, flying in and out freely instead of being trapped away in the dragon Pitt. Of course having a queen sit on the throne instead of a king will never go without issues. Hundreds of marriage pacts of been sent to her and Aemond for the hand of their children, including the one that hasn't even been given brith to yet.

Speaking of currently as Daeny read a letter over her husband shoulder. They haven't even left bed yet when a raven came bursting through their open window, handing a letter, then flying off. Her chin rests on his bare shoulder, not bothering to cover her own bare self more concentrated on the letter asking for her 6 year old daughters hand. "Lord Boris had a son finally, but one that is 12 years deep than our daughter.. He's a fool to think I will give him her hand." she whispered.

Aemond tossed the letter aside turning, pushing his wife down and climbing on top of her. He hummed leaning down pressing his lips to hers, to which she responded quickly. Her hands moved up his arms, resting on his neck leaning up pressing hard into the kiss.

But a knock on the door interrupted the moment, a growl escaping his throat as he looked back towards the door. "What is it?" Daeny softly spoke up. "Lord Cregan Stark has arrived a day early my lady." a handmaiden softly spoke. "Stark..? Fuck." she whispered. "What?" Aemond questioned kissing along her jaw. "I was betrothed to Cregan Stark when I was born, then it was broken off." she whispered. He hummed with a sadistic smirk, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Good thing you're mine then huh?" he rasped.

She giggled when he bit into her neck, but he moved away when the handmaidens walked in bowing their heads and hoping them a good night's sleep. Aemond moved away from her, allowing her to stand and walk to the bath, the maids following her smiling and giggling softly amongst one another about what they walked into.

She was bathed within the heated water, with sweet lavender and rose oils addressing her skin. They dressed her in a red sleeveless gown with gold dragon scale designs, her red furred cloak joining, keeping her warm within the kingdom. Her husband was dressed in his usual uniform of leather black, the house Targaryen banner on the front of his tunic, sword by his side. Her gold crown was placed over silver braids of perfection, a silver stained dragon necklace with red lacing was placed around her neck. A dragon laced bracelet was placed along his forearm, looking as though a baby dragon had been wrapped around her arm arm.

"The Queen Deanerys Daeny Targaryen, first of her name, daughter of the purest of dragons, queen of the Andals and first men, protector of the seven kingdoms, the true unburnt, and the wielder of ice and fire. Joined by King consort Aemond Targaryen the one eyed prince, Prince Alysanne Targaryen first of his name, prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, Princess Deanerys Targaryen second of her name, heir to driftmark and princess of Dragonstone." a guard introduced the royal family.

"We welcome you to Kingslanding my lord." Daeny softly spoke towards Cregan with a soft smile. He bowed his head smiling towards the female, taking in how much she's grown into the beautiful queen he hears so much about now a days. Her baby bump was noticeable through the dress she wears, and Aemond stands beside her protectively.

Daeny made her way towards the Iron throne, Aemond and Deamon following behind her, hands on their swords. She sat down, Aemond right beside her while Deamon stood at the stairs. "I'm sure you did not travel all this way just to catch up my lord." she spoke more seriously. "I have come to make a pact between the Stark's and the Targaryen's. My son is only a few years older than your daughter, I came to ask for their betrothal." he spoke up. "My daughter is 6 years old my lord. The last thing we are thinking of for her right now is marriage. Instead a pact between a Stark and Targaryen has never once truly been fulfilled." she softly spoke.

"We where once engaged my queen." he softly spoke towards her. "And it was unfulfilled by both of our families my lord." she softly replied. "Though I will consider your words, one cannot say it will be accepted, but take with you that it will be considered." she softly spoke. She wasn't confirming nor denying, but Aemond and her knew that in the end the betrothal will be denied.

"You've had a long journey my lord. For the night my home is yours, feast, lay, and drink." she softly spoke with a sweet smile. The Stark's bowed the where led to their temporary chambers for the night. "I don't need to think of it.. Our daughters hand is not for sale." Aemond muttered.

Mexes let out a yawn standing from her laying position shaking off her sleep. "Hello love, how on earth did you sleep through the North's forthcoming hm?" she questioned only to earn another yawn from the dragon.

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HOTD Requests

I am now taking HOTD Requests!

Deamon Targaryen

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Daughter of Fire and Blood Master list

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

Daeny Targaryen the oldest of Deamon and Rheanrya Targaryen holds of the blood of the dragons. And when she catches the eyes of Aemond, a betrothal is set in place, and they fall into a dark love of war.

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You Owe a Dept

Aemond Targaryen x Niece OC

OC name: Viserya Targaryen

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death, episode 10 spoilers, dragons, fire, use of war, beginning of the Dance of Dragons, loss of child, Viserya is in love with Aemond, Viserya has Vermithor

Both Lucerys and his sister made way towards Storms End, Arrax and Vermithor flying side by side, the older senior dragon was much much more larger than Arrax, Viserya looking like a mouse compared to the war dragon.

Vermithor dropped to the ground first, rain pouring over his head, he leaned over wing spreading allowing his rider to climb off, Arrax following suit for his own rider. Vermithor lifted his head skittering as he saw Veghar lift herself above the castle. "Aemond.." Viserya whispered. Luke watched with fear, then nodded towards his sister, both looking towards the guards. "Prince Lucerys and Princess Viserya are here to deliver a message from the Queen." Lucerys called out.

The guards nodded stepping back then turning beginning to lead the two royals through the doors and into the hall, lord Boris lifting his gaze towards the two. "Prince Lucerys and Princess Viserya my lord." One of the guards spoke up. Viserya stepped forward, looking ahead, refusing to look towards Aemond as he turned to the two. "We come with a message from the queen, my mother Rheanrya Targaryen." she spoke up. Her blue gown was tight against her body, dragon scaled armour caressing the top while keeping the perfect view of feminine. Her dark locks where braided and pulled into a beautiful curly mess from the wind and rain.

"The prince came with a message from the king, now you come with a message from the queen.. Don't tell me you Targaryen's have gone mad for your own pleasure!" Lord Boris called out. "A message from the queen." Viserya sharply answered. Lucerys handed the message to one of the guards who took it and made his way towards the king, handing over the letter.

Viserya wanted to scoff when the Lord yelled out for the maester to read it for him, too busy in his own head to learn to read. She could actually hear Vermithor's skittering, showing he could fear her agitation. Guards even turned when they heard it, but she didn't, a smile attempting to appear as she listened Vermithor's connecting emotions.

"Using my father's oath against me?! At least the prince came with a proposal, a hand in marriage to one of my daughters. Tell me which of my daughters will you marry Prince?" Lord Boris spoke up. "How can a man who is already betrothed marry one of yours?" Viserya questioned. Finally her lilac gaze moved towards Aemond, watching him closely, then looking at the female who seemed to realize and moved away. "Do you wish to break the bounds of duty, uncle?" she spoke up.

Aemond's lips perk up in a smirk, that sent her heart racing in her chest, echoing through her ears, pushing all those raw emotions back through her veins. Despite being enemies, on two different teams, two different families, she loved him. Much more than a niece should love their uncle, her eyes held admiration when she first met him, being only 10 years old while he was 14. But her feeling grew over the years, and soon they where betrothed, her parents saying it for duty, but she loved him, so for her it was not only for duty.

Her eyes lowered then moved away back towards the Lord. "I cannot marry my lord, for I am already betrothed." Lucerys spoke up. Aemond let out a dark laugh moving forward looking directly at the two. "You owe a debt nephew." Aemond mocked. Viserya moved and placed her brother behind her looking directly at Aemond. "Though I will give you a chance. I want you to cut out an eye." he spoke. Tugging his eyepatch from his eyes showing off the shimmering Sapphire jewel that replaced his eyes. "I plan to present it to my mother." he whispered. He threw a dagger towards the two, Viserya's hands keeping her brother behind her. "No." she spoke. "We came here to deliver a message, not to fight." she firmly replied.

Aemond growled grabbing the dagger and moving forward. "Give me your eye bastard! Or I will take it!" he yelled. "Not in my court!" Lord Boris yelled. "No in my hall!!" he hollered making Aemond stop staring down at Viserya. "There will be no blood she'd beneath my roof. Take the young prince and princess back to their dragons. Now!" the Lord ordered. Viserys stepped back a few feet, before quickly ushering Lucerys to rush back to the dragons.

Her heels clicked as she made her way towards the rain, Vermithor skittering and growling allowing his rider to aboard him, her loud orders of staying above and protecting Arrax and Lucerys was heard loud and clear to the dragon because when Arrax took flight Vermithor followed over top protecting him.

But when Arrax flew through the rocks and stone that Vermithor was far too large to fit through she muttered pulling the reins giving a gentle order for Vermithor to go up but keep protecting over her brother. "We are riding war dragons Aemond!" she yelled out. She looked up seeing Vaghar above her, her life flashing before her eyes, body leaning forward Vermithor quicking his pace. "If you go too far you cannot control!" She yelled up at him.

"Ao enkagon nykeā gēlyn!" (You owe a debt!) Aemond yelled out towards her brother. "Taoba!" (Boy!) he yelled. "Bē Vermithor bē!" (Up Vermithor up!) she cried. Vermithor obeyed flying up crashing agaisnt Veghar, ripping her attention from Arrax and onto the larger dragon to which quickly flew up. But Arrax followed believing to only be following it's riders sister. "Daor Arrax!" she yelled out to the smaller dragon. She was fighting for her life right now as the largest dragon known to man chased after her. "Dracarys!" Viserya screamed. Flames erupted from Vermithor enlightened the whole sky which had Arrax move away flying from the clouds.

She didn't want to die, but gladly would if it meant her brother returning to Dragonstone. Vermithor went straight through the flames, bathing his rider in the blissful heat pressing through the clouds and into the clearness of the sky. But when she turned Arrax wasn't far behind, making her cry, and when Veghar appeared from the clouds a wretched scream escaped her lips as her brother and Arrax was swallowed.

"LUCERYS!!" she screamed. Vermithor felt her pain, a roar escaping as he flew at Vaghar, his teeth slicing through her throat despite his riders please for him to stop. Aemond yelled out gripping the reigns of his dragon, two riders against the oldest most powerful dragons known to man.

But after pleads and cries from his rider Vermithor released his teeth and flew down at his quickest speed, Vaghar was dropping blood, but was dead, just severely wounded and not capable of chasing after her attacker.

Vermithor dropped down onto the beach bellow, his rider jumping from him crashing onto her hands and knees taking in sharp intakes, then a scream escaped her, pain, anger, sadness, madness all mixing together as it echoed through the wind.

She dropped down fingers gripping the sand bellow her, before looking up, eyes dark. Slowly stsnding up she walked back towards Vermithor, blood dropping from his jaw. She boarded him once more, hands wrapping around the reigns. "Let's jikagon lenton Vermithor." (Let's go home Vermithor.) she softly ordered.

The ride was exhausting, but telling Deamon of Lucerys was more exhausting. And when she heard of her mother's give for war, she wanted to disappear. Aemond's pleading for Vaghar to stop echoed in her head, or how he yelled at her to not chase Vermithor, that his niece had nothing to do with the dept.

She sat against Vermithor who slept along the mountains, her knees to her chest as she cried into them. She could have done more to protect him, Deamon made that clear as he screamed in her face that she should have protected her brother, that she has one of the most powerful dragons in her grasp, but still useless.

The thing was, she couldn't hurt Aemond even if she wanted to. Her mind, soul, heart, and body wouldn't allow it. She could have him below her, dagger raised but as it got to his heart she wouldn't be able to move. All because she loved him, everything he was she loved. He made her shake and shiver, and when he would wrap his arm around her waist holding her back to his chest in secret, goosebumps would scatter her skin. When his breath touched her ear, and his lips lined her throat she felt lava heated her veins, pleasure building in her belly. And when she would kiss him it would send electricity between them, shocking them, pulling them closer together.

She dreamed of possibly holding his heir, bearing him children that they could raise together, a boy that he could train as a perfect knight, and her a princess that would be loved and given everything she wished for, never forced to align duties.

But he killed her brother.. How can she still love someone like that?

No he told Vaghar to stop, he cares..

No! He played with fire, and someone got burned because of it..

He wasn't saying no about killing Lucerys, no he was saying no to shedding first blood. To being the one to truly start the Dance of the Dragons.

He has no love in him. No love for you. No love for his family. He wishes only for red stains fo scathe his sword and daggers.

'But I love him.. Won't be enough?' Viserya thought. 'Why must we fight? Why must we do this? Why can't we get along? Why can't my mother just have her brithright? Why I can't I live a happily ever after with him?' she thought

"Because he started this. He killed Lucerys. They stole the throne and murdered grandfather. We are blacks, Targaryen, the purest of bloods known to man. We must fight to avenge those we've lost. To get the throne back along with our home." she muttered.

"Princess. For it is time." her guard spoke up.

"I know." she whispered.

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The Serpent and the Dragon

When the house of Vanikston comes to Kingslanding once asked for their hand of honor towards the new king Aegon the second, the queen finds herself in the grasps of the second son, the one eyed Aemond Targaryen.

Aemond x Married Queen OC

OC Name: Queen Talia Vakinston, first of her name, the daughter trained for war and bloodshed, wielder of Thrain Sister sword of bloodthirst, serpent of the ice.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death, mention of war, slight cheating, manipulation, Talia is only 17 while Aemond is 20, Talia calls God a woman, sexism, dragons, fire

"We welcome House Vankiston, of the serpent's led by Queen Talia Vakinston, first of her name, along side her son Solis Vankinston, the heir of the house throne." a guard announced to the Hightowers. Walking down the lane, a female with hair as black as raven's, eyes like the ocean but iced over with frost, armour of blood red and serpents scales, her house brand sitting on the top of her head naming her queen. A red sheathed blade sat by her side, glistening with silver linings.

Her son wore nearly the same, his dark hair was curled, only his sword was smaller than his mother's, a snake tending was wrapped around his handle, his gaze was softer, more smoothe than his mother's. And behind them stood guards and other members of the house.

Alicent looked at the girl, that younger than her, but yet seemed more held. "We welcome you Queen Talia.." Alicent softly spoke. "I was hoping to be welcomed by the heir my husband and I sworn to." Talia spoke up. Her voice was as smooth as a sharp blade, leaking venom that she was ready to spit and kill once deemed necessary. "Yes.. I am only giving my husband his dying wish to place my oldest on the throne." Alicent softly spoke.

"You of all should understand I am only fulfilling duty." Alicent firmly spoke. "If you do not concede and take your place by Kingslanding, there will be consequences." Otto Hightower spoke up. "I like consequences." Talia spoke up, head raising gloved hand wrapping around her serpents blade. "House Vankiston stands along side Princess Rheanrya, just as it always has." the queen spoke coldly, firmly, dangerously.

No guard or knight would dare to step into a fight against the serpent queen, against the one who spits poison by just pulling her blade. She was a warrior, born and trained to be one, only marrying for the sake of her family's honour.

Talia hummed turning away from the queen, her son following in her footsteps as she made her way back. Her boots clicked as she walked, her guards walking in her same footsteps, the house matching their steps, showing her control, her loyalty, the power her house holds. She nodded as her guards walked ahead, rain pouring down over top of them. She gently pushed on her son's shoulders allowing him to go first towards the docks.

As she followed behind, the rain stopped hitting her for a few seconds, her head raising, slowly turning along with her son watching a large dragon, fly over top of the docks and towards the courtyard landing down. "Go." she ordered her son. He obeyed quickly tuning and continuing his pace towards the boat. A male dropped down from the dragon, tall, lean, but muscular, his head turning towards the royal allowing her to see he had an eyepatch covering his one eyes. She raised her head acknowledged his presence, then turning and confusing her way towards the boat.

She climbed aboard, helping her son inside afterwards. "That is Vaghar correct mother?" Solis questioned. "That is correct my son." Talia answered. "The storm rages my queen, the gods do not seem happy." her personal guard rasped. "Then may she have mercy on those not strong enough to handle it." she firmly replied.

6 moons later

Alicent had sent out a letter to house Vankiston, letting them know that she her son's and her father will be traveling to the East to make their claim once more.

So as Vaghar dropped near the edge of the kingdom of snakes, Aemond could already hear the sounds of swords clash of training. He removed himself from Vaghar allowing her to rest from the long journey, making his way towards the kingdom, skipping the entrance instead making his way straight for the courtyard.

"You're sword is raised too high, lowering, hold her wrists at your waist, and never remove your eyes from your opponent." Talia's voice was the first he heard. "Pick up your sword Solis." she ordered from behind the boy, arms clasped behind her back. Her husband sat on the balcony watching over his son and wife, already downing his 4th bottle of wine due to the Hightowers travel.

"Keep your eyes on your opponent as you lift your sword, watch every movement, never release your gaze, and as you have your blade strike from below then go from the top." She explained. "Now go." she ordered stepping back. One of the guards walked up beside her leaning down whispering in her ear. Her head turned making eye contact with the Targaryen Prince. "Take him to my husband. I am far too busy to be dealing." she ordered. The guard bowed in obedience making his way towards the Targaryen Prince.

Her son's sword was thrown from his hands once more a mutter of curses escaping his lips. "Do not curse over fallen blades my son, for they are nothing but metal." Talia softly spoke. "Go get cleaned up for dinner." she spoke with a softly tug at his hair which made him smile then rush off inside. "Queen Talia." Otto Hightower finally spoke up. Talia shit her eyes in agitation then turned smiling up at the man. "Hello Sir Otto Hightower." she softly spoke. "We wish to discuss your loyalty to the iron throne." he spoke. "No you wish to speak with my husband for a different answer. I wish you great luck my lord, for he is already drunk." she simply spoke.

Talia turned from the man and walked away, heels clicking as she made her way inside, smile fading as she made her way towards the balcony. Her cloak strides behind her walking towards her husband, hand touching his shoulder interrupting his conversation with Aemond. "Ai lord Hightower wishes bilaik Kim Yu ai houmon." (My lord Hightower wishes to speak you my husband) she softly spoke in their language. It was almost like High Valryian, but it goes back thousands of years. Her husband looked up then placed his hand over hers, and standing finally saying his intros to Lord Hightower with kindness.

Talia stepped away making her way back inside to retrieve her son. "Ah Talia my wife, why not show Prince Aemond to his chambers since they're not far from Solis." her husband spoke up. She turned looking right at him before nodding. "Of course my lord." she softly spoke. She stepped to the side allowing Aemond to join by her side as she began leading him through the halls.

The kingdom was large, possibly even larger than Kingslanding, made out of the most glorious of stones, with the engravings of their Serpent house branding, the same that sat on Talia's crown. "Their is always maids near by in the hallways, but they tell secrets amongst others so nothing goes unnoticed such as Kingslanding. If one of my handmaidens is touched or spoken to in the wrong way, it does not go unpunished." she softly spoke. Her voice was soft, but spilled poison, her care for those within these walls is evident. "In these halls you are not a prince. But a foreigner." she whispered stopping at a door, the guard opening it showing a room of glorious reds, a fire place lit and heated. "I do hope you and your family enjoy your stay." she softly spoke.

Walking around him she made her way towards the door at the end of the hall, giving it two knocks then entering. Aemond watched her smirk addressing his sharp features. He loved how straightforward she was, she she didn't fear to threaten him while using such a sweethearted voice.

"Kim op ai nomfa." (Come my son.) Talia softly spoke. She led him out of his room, eyes falling on the prince who exited his room, her eyes lowering and turning away, nodding for her son to walk ahead of her. She now wore a gown of glistening red, a cristal alignment along the waist, the sleeves sitting off her shoulders showing the assortment of necklaces, a silver snake band wrapped around her throat, and hair tied into numerous but perfectly placed braids, then finally her crown of silver sat on top of her head.

Entering the dining hall Talia took her seat by her husband, son by her side. Alicent looked right at the queen, blue eyes lifting and meeting the woman's. Aemond made his way to his mother sitting down beside her. "My lord, we come to ask for your loyalty to our son Aegon the second who now sits on the iron throne." Alicent spoke up first. Solis quickly looked up at his mother, to which she just placed a hand on the back of his hand nodding for him to not intervene.

"I believe we've already discussed that our house stands by the rightful heir." Talia spoke looking back to Alicent. "With you yes. But we wish for your husband's opinions my queen." Alicent firmly spoke. Talia looked directly at her then looked away allowing her husband to speak, but he was drunk.

She shook her head listening to her husband's wasted words. "Fetch my husband some water now." she ordered the maids. They ran to fetch the refreshment, then returned with the goblet, filling a glass and setting it in front of the king. He looked down at Talia, but she didn't look back, her eyes where on Aemond, who was already staring at her.

Dinners with her husband's drunkered ways where so normal to her, but in front of company was a different story. It was embarrassing, pathetic even, so she removed her gaze from the prince instead placing it on her son. To which Solis looked up at her in hopes of making his father stop. She closed her eyes before she finally snapped. She lowered her arms and stood up looking down at her husband who was looking up at her. "It's getting late my husband. I will put Solis to sleep, while you finish your discussion with the Greens." she softly spoke.

She stepped back taking her boys hand and walking out, heels clicking along the halls. "Why must father do this? It makes us look weak!" Solis argued. The sound of boots could be heard from behind her, which made her look back seeing the prince standing now not far from her. "Go.." she whispered to Solis. "Mother!" he argued. "Your chambers now." she ordered. the boy wanted to argue more but he decided it best to listen and made his way through the halls.

Pulling a dagger from her side she turned, arm extremded the tip just against the prince's throat. "Why do you follow me?" She questioned. "Why do you hesitate to kill me?" he shot back. "I do not wish my child to go into the cross heirs of dragon fire." she whispered. Aemond smirked ripping the dagger from her grasp and pushing her to the wall, knee pushing between her legs. She was surprised by the motion, head lowering looking at his knee, then up at him. "I will strip you in this hall, fuck you agaisnt this wall allowing anyone to see their queen, and place a babe within your womb. And when you give birth to a babe of white hair, I will watch as they cut your head from your shoulders, if you do not submit and give your loyalty to Kingslanding." he coldly spoke.

"You don't deserve the right to fuck me, even if I allowed you to my prince. Much less put a babe in my womb." she whispered. "As I torture your body, you will beg for my cock." he rasped. "I've heard you Targsryens don't have much of a cock now a days." she shot up. He smirked at her confidence, how she kept her calm even when threatened.

"Would you like to find out yourself?" he whispered.

"I truly hope you aren't only bite, dragon, and that you actually have fire to spill as you breed that of a queen." she whispered.

#house of dragons #house of the dragons #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #helaena the dreamer

[ashley-jones]

Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 5

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

OC name: Daeny Targaryen first of her name, daughter of the dragons Rheanrya and Daemon Targaryen, Queen of Dragonstone, Mother of dragons, The Unburnt, Next true Heir to the Iron Throne.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of war, blood, death, dragons, fire, afterbirth, Heartbreak, loss of parent, Targaryen going 'mad', Near death, mention of a coma, oral (female receiving)

"No.." Dany whispered. She stood up handing Deanerys to the midwife ushering away from the cot, and moving towards the door. The guards blocked her but she shoved past them chasing after husband. Hand wrapping around arm pulling him back and stepping in front of him. "No.." she muttered. "Stay here." She whispered. "My love I can't." he firmly spoke. "Y-yes you can.. you can stay here, please.." she pleaded. "You can stay with us.."

Her hands shook against his arms, pain pulling at her body, begging her to lay back down. Her hands moved from his arms to his waist, fingers clenching the leather attached to his body. "Please my love.. I can't lose you to.. We can't lose you.." she whispered.

Just as she was about to continue, guards came running towards them, her head turning looking at them noticing their paled expressions. "What is it?" Daeny questioned. "Your mother my queen.. she was struck down." the head guard spoke shakily. Daeny's arms dropped from her husband waist, as she looked directly at the guards, her heart shattering to billions of little pieces. Her breath caught in her throat, head lowering. The blood in veins went ice, then soon it turned to pure flames, eyes darkening as she watched everything die before her very eyes.

She moved around Aemond, making her way back towards the birthing room. "Doarn, ready Mexes, I'm done with mercy." she ordered. The head guard bowed then rushed to ready the queen's dragon. "But my lady you've only just given birth!" the midwife cried. The maids helped her remove the dress, and replace it with her dragon scaled black armour, red cloak glowing behind it. "I want all women and children taken to the safety of the dragon pitts. All dragons should be out in the sky!" she ordered. Her boots clicked, Aemond trying to stop her but she just pushed past him making her way straight towards the Pitts.

Loud screeches of Mexes could be heard as she walked out of the Pitts head shaking and stretching her body. She leaned over allowing her rider to climb, and with her order of high valerian, she ran and then took for the skies. Guards flowed through the halls of Dragonstone, Aemond making his way to Vaghar and immediately taking to the skies, attempting to catch up with Mexes, but the female dragon was 3x faster than Vhagar could ever be.

"Dracarys!" Daeny yelled. Mexes sucked in the. Opened her scaled mouth, teeth of razors showing and with one roar large bursts of red and blue flames erupted from her mouth hustling over the Hightower guards and knights.

Daemon lifted his head looking at his daughter while kneeling beside Rheanrya and her dragon, both dead. He stood watching as she rode down and hit the ground, the female jumping from the beast and rushing over kneeling beside her mother, then looked at her father. "I wish to burn them to ash.." she whispered. "They have taken too much, and we have showed nothing but mercy, they must pay!" she argued.

"Then burn it to the ground." her father whispered. "Make them suffer." he rasped. "You my child are the only one left to do it." He whispered, his hand trailing along his daughters cheek, spreading blood down along her jawline. Her eyes where dark, nearly deep blue, not even the sunlight did the once beautiful glowing gaze good.

She nodded turning around boarding Mexes, fingers grasping at the handles. "Naejot dārys tegorīr mexes!" (To Kings Landing Mexes!) she ordered. The dragons wings spread and took to the skies, flying over the fight, heads lifting towards the dragon when it didn't attack.

"The queen is going to Kingslanding!" one of the greens yelled. Otto looked up from the bridge, his heart pounding as he watched Mexes fly through the clouds. "Has your wife gone mad Aemond?" Otto called out, head turning towards his grandson who sat on top of Vhagar. "She will die just as the rest of them have." he coldly spoke.

Aemond turned his head from his grandfather looking in that direction, but Mexes was long gone, nearly half way their already. "Jikagon lenton vhagar" (Go home Vhagar.) Aemond spoke to his own. Vhagar flew up into the skies flying towards Kings Landing.

Mexes crashed through the kingdom putting a hole straight through the throne room, yells and screams could be heard as Mexes walking through the room screeching at anyone that dared to stand in her way. Aegon and Alicent stood up quickly eyes widened in fear as the dragon walked through the smoke, then soon the queen of Dragonstone could be seen peaking through the dust. She looked at them with this darkness of pain and bloodlust.

Climbing from Mexes she hit the floor with heavy boots, unsheathing her blade, while Mexes chewed and bit away the knights that even dared to approach her rider. Making her way up the steps, spinning her blade then aiming it towards the king. "Tell me uncle.. Has it been worth it?" she whispered. Aegon shivered at the dullness to her voice, hand pulling his sword from his side ready to fight against her.

He moved first, swords clashing together, sparks enlightening as he attacked messily. She kicked him in the stomach sending him clashing against the throne, a yell escaping him as one of the blades pushed through his chest, blood seeping out through the wound. He looked down grabbing the blade with shaky hands, but refused to move.

"No!" Alicent cried. She grabbed her sons sword attacking the queen. Daeny's blocked the first few attacks but her sword was flinch from her hand by a knight, and the kings sword ran straight through her abdomen, a strained gasp escaping the Targaryen. Mexes let out a loud screech, fire pouring from her mouth and over the three.

"Mexes keligon!" (Mexes stop!) Aemond yelled out. Mexes moved her head away fire disappearing, leaving Alicent and the knight in ash, while Daeny sat on her knees, sword sheathed in her stomach, armour red from the flames. Blood dropped down her chin, and into her lap head lowered eyes partially open.

"No, no, no, no!" Aemond cried running straight grabbing his wife by the shoulder lifting her head looking directly at her wiping the blood away. "A-Aemond.." she whispered. More blood spilled from her mouth as she looked up at him. "T-this doesn't f-feel worth it.." she whispered. Her head turned towards Mexes, going to plead for her dragon riders death, but she wound up coughing blood escaping and falling down her chin and to the stone floor.

She tried to push Aemond away so if she where to get her order out, he wouldn't get hurt. "M-move.." she pleaded. "No. You're not leaving me, do you understand, you will not die." Aemond growled. "I'm already dying Aemond.. A-allow me to go out on my own terms.." she whimpered. "M-Mexes.." she whispered. "No!" Aemond cried.

She reached down grasping the sword, pulling from her stomach blood spilling from the wound. She reached up grasping her husbands hands looking at him. "Lo vēzos endiā sīmonus se ñāqot mazilībus, skori se seas jikagon tista se mountains jēlēbagon isse se jelmio raqagon tēmbi. Skori issa womb quickens arlī, se nyke gryves nykeā living riñnykeā. Pār ao jāhor return, issa vēzos-se-qēlossās, se daor gō." (When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.) she whispered. her fingers traced his hands, then with one nod, Targaryen guards grabbed him pulling him back and out of aim, despite his yelling and orders to unhand him.

Daeny stood on shaky legs moving down the steps and collapsing in front of Mexes, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Dracarys Mexes.." she whispered. But Mexes didn't move, didn't react, instead pushed her ahead against her rider. "Dracarys.." she cried. But still nothing, Mexes refused laying down pressing her head into her mothers arms. Daeny leaned down eyes closing as she shook in pain, head pressing into her Mexes' head. "P-please my b-beautiful girl.." she whimpered.

"Dracarys." she whispered.

Mexes sat up looking at her then opening her mouth, blue flames could be seen coming from her throat. Then the brightness of her flames erupted and Daeny was drowned in them, pure relief showing on her face when they covered her body. But when the flea died away, she still sat hand pressed over her stomach a cry escaping her lips as she leaned forward.

She had no choice but to suffer the pain. She was unburnt, unable to die of her dragons flames. Aemond pulled from the guards rushing to her side once more, this time he ripped the armour from her skin leaving her in the black dress shirt and leggings. Lifting her from the floor he stepped on top of Mexes, ordering her to fly to Dragonstone. Vhagar was quick to follow after with the order of her rider.

Daeny looked at the skies, her hair blowing harshly from Mexes' speed. Caraxes soon joined the two dragons looking over at his son in law/nephew, eyes searching his daughter, taking notice of the blood that poured from her stomach. "Jikagon faster mexes!" (Go faster Mexes!) Deamon yelled out. Aemond had grip harder onto the handle, and Daeny as Mexes took past the two dragon, flying quicker and messier towards Dragonstone.

Soon Daeny just turned her head laying it against her husband chest, fingers pressed over her wound attempting to push down on it to stop the immense bleeding. She could feel Mexes drop, and how she was lifted, but didn't remove her head from him, eyes opening and closing, body begging for it's endless sleep, but Aemond refused to let her, moving her around waking her.

"Aemond.." she whispered. "Yes my love?" he questioned. His pace quick as he walked straight for the measters, that where in the safety of the dragon Pitts along with the children, including theirs. "Do you think the war is over?" she whispered. "Yes my love." he whispered. "It's over.." he softly asked. "Good.." she whispered tiredly. "Just 5 minutes of sleep.. t-thats all.. N-no more than that.." she whispered, her voice trailing off as her eyes closed against her husband chest, fingers loosing from her wound laying flat over the stab wound.

Aemond's pace sped up slamming the door open, causing those inside to flinch. "M-mama, dada!" Alysanne cried standing and wobbling over, but one of the maids gently grabbed him. The Maester's stood up looking at the queen with widened eyes.

"Help her." Aemond ordered.

It felt like years of sleep when Daney's eyes opened. The sight of her and Aemond's room was the first thing she saw. Aemond's voice was the first thing she heard. The silkiness of their sheets was the first thing she felt against her skin. She turned her head looking around, hand moving, and smoothing over her stomach, but instead of a gaping wound, all she felt was a scar that's been stitched and sealed, healed over like it was never their in the first place.

She sat up looking for her husband, she could hear him but couldn't see him. "Aemond.." she whispered. "Alysanne Deanerys.." she soon whispered. She stood up shakily, a black nightgown that ended at mid thigh swirled against her skin, shakily walking towards the second door that connected their rooms.

Opening the door she walked in seeing her husband sitting on the chair in front of the fire place. "Aemond." She gasped. He turned his head, quickly standing from his chair and rushing over grabbing her waist carefully so she wouldn't fall. Once she realized he was holding her up, she released the wall and grabbed his cheeks looking up at him, then pulling him down kissing him, lips molding together in perfection, arms wrapping around his neck, his tucking behind her waist.

Aemond lifted her from the floor, legs going around his waist, allowing his arms to tuck beneath her, holding her close and tightly to him. Moving away she pressed her forehead against his, fingers pressing and entangling through straightened silk silver strands. "Mhysa!" Two voiced yelled out. Aemond lowered her holding her waist gently, two children with bright white strands of hair, eyes as purple as lilac hooked onto the female.

Aemond helped her kneel down, her arms grabbing both children hugging them tightly, arms shaking as she held her children for the first time in what felt like forever. "You've been in a coma for 2 years.." Aemond whispered. His fingers where running through her hair, smoothing it out gently. Her hands tucked behind each child's head, holding them tightly to her while she cried quietly against them.

Alysanne moved away grabbing his mother's arms pulling her gently, to which she stood, taking Deanerys' hand and allowing her son to drag her towards the fire place sitting in the larger chambers. "Look Mhysa!" Alysanne pointed. A red scaled dragon egg, along with a black scaled egg sat over the fire place, cracks could be seen along them both. Kneeling down Daeny reached forward gently lifting the red egg, her children watching with amazement as she reached through the flames, lifting the lava heated egg without an ounce of pain showing across her features.

Aemond kneeled down, elbows resting on his knees watching her pull the eg out carefully, fingers trailing along the scales. "Haelena picked this egg.." she whispered. She lifted her head looking up at her husband, noticing his saddened gaze. Placing the egg back carefully, turning over, hand moving to sit over his arm gently squeezing. "Hey." She softly spoke.

Just as she was about to comfort her husband, the bedroom door open Deamon rushing inside. Daeny looked up slowly standing gently touching her husband shoulder. Deamon made quick strides fowards her, arms wrapping around her lifting her from the floor a yelp escaping her as he hugged her tightly. "F-father, y-you'll break me if you squeeze any harder." she gasped out.

Deamon released pressing his head into her shoulder, arms never leaving her. He was terrified of losing her as well, leaving him to raise Aegon alone. Speaking of the boy, he came running into the room despite the calls of the maids, and crushed into his older sister, causing the girl to stumble slightly. "Jesus.." she whispered. "I just awake and everyone wishes to already snap me half." she softly joked.

The maid came in gently removing the children and taking them towards the dining chambers for their afternoon snack. Daeny watched them leave, wanting more time with her children. "Daughter, now that you've awakened and healed, you must take on your birthright of the Iron Throne." Deamon spoke more seriously.

This was the last thing she wanted to hear, a sigh escaping her as she turned around walking towards the chair sitting in front of the fire place sitting down. "Father please.." she whispered. "No Daeny, your mother named you the new heir. The people of the seven kingdoms will kneel to your and your first son." Deamon spoke. Daeny feared war happening once again, she just wanted to live her life in peace alongside her husband and children. "Father I do not wish to speak of this." she softly spoke. Deamon went to continue arguing, but Aemond stepped in front of her glaring at Deamon. "That's enough uncle." he growled.

"You tell me that you will allow your grandfather to sit on that throne?" Deamon growled. Daeny pit her hand against her forehead eyes closing in frustration. "You will let him lead to another war?!" he yelled. "Enough!!" Daeny yelled. She stood up walking around her husband looking directly at her father. "The whole reason that war started was because of that throne. I will not bring my children anywhere near it. I do not want to it. I will not allow myself to fall into the same death as my own grandfather. If you wish for the throne so much, then sit on it. But do not drag my family down with you." she growled. Her voice was sharp and serious, and with one order for him to be removed, the guards had him out and the door shut behind them.

"What a great thing to wake up to." she muttered. She made her way back sitting down once again, hand smoothing over her stomach. Aemond kneeled down in front of his wife, hand smoothing over top of her hand, leaning his head down pressing a kiss to her right thigh. "Aemond.." she whispered.

He hummed lifting her leg up and placing it over his shoulder, lips pressing into the inner portion. He pushed the nightgown up to her waist, her cunt now in full view of her husband. "Aemond.." she moaned. He leaned forward, pulling her closer by her leg, his hot breath pouring over her, making her hips twitch and a soft moan to escape. Her hand reached out, fingers smoothing through his hair carefully unlatching the eyepatch and removing it from his eye, allowing his lilac and sapphire gaze to sit on her, lips parting in pleasure as he sank into her heat, tasting her essence after what felt like forever.

Her hips arched off the chair, only to be pushed right back down, his tongue diving inside, then pulling out lips surrounding her clit sucking on it sending pleasure jolts through her body. Her thigh pushed against the side of his head, moaning his name sleek sticking along her thighs and his chin. She sat up grabbing the top of his head gently, moaning as she came undone on his tongue.

He pulled her hips to the edge of the chair, hand forcing her back to press into the mount of the chair, his lips devouring her, drinking her, savoring, holding her still as she squirmed and moaned pleading for him to stop as she shook. She went from holding onto his hair, to grabbing on his leather jacket, fingers pulling and gripping, nearly tearing the fabric. His name falling from her glossed lips like a high valyrian song rolled from her tongue.

Her eyes rolled back, lids closing over them as a moan escaped her throat, knot releasing and pulling within her stomach as a rush of pleasure ran through her whole body. Aemond moved away wiping his chin with his thumb, licking away the excess. He took in her blessed features, head back eyes closed lips opened, and cheeks flushed.

"Ñuha." (Mine.) he rasped. He stood up, hands pressing into the armrests of the chair, watching as her lilac gaze fell on him, eyes blown with pleasure. He leaned down pressed a hard lustful kiss, tongue forcing between her lips and taking control over her. She leaned up kissing back with the same force, one of his hands leaving the rests and wrapping around her throat holding her still, keeping her beneath him, keeping under his control.

"Dohaeris." (Obey.) he growled. She wanted to say something but the pressure on her throat kept her from doing so. She stared up at him lips parted, one hand moving from him and wrapping around his wrist that held her neck captive.

"Dohaeris." he growled. Knee forcing it's way between her legs watching her struggle against his hand with a darkened pleasure.

#house of dragons #house of the dragon #game of thrones #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond the kinslayer #deamon targaryen #the rogue prince #Rheanrya targaryen #rheanys targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon targaryen #aegon the usurper #dragonstone #kingslanding #aemond targaryen x oc #deamon targaryen x daughter oc #the iron throne

[ashley-jones]

Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 4

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

OC name: Daeny Targaryen first daughter of Deamon and Rheanrya Targaryen, the unburnt, daughter of the dragons, newly heir to the Iron Throne, the queen of Dragon Stone.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death, dragons, mention of rape, mention of war, childbirth

2 years after Ser Criston's death

Sitting at the crowns table, eyeing the map that laid out in front of her, kings piece spinning between gloves fingers, and ran along armoured arms of dragon scale. Long white hair flowed freely, purple eyes dark as she listened to her mother speak of Lucerys' death.

Slowly standing the young princess exited the room, boots licking as she walked through the hallways and entering the nursery chambers. A boy with snow white hair sat in front of a heated fire, while babbling to the maid that sat beside him. The maid looked back smiling softly, gently lifting the boy and taking him towards the princess. "He just finished eating my lady." she softly spoke. "Thank you.." Daeny softly spoke taking the boy into her arms.

"Let's go get daddy okay.." she whispered to the little boy who smiled hugging his mother's. She walked out her boots clicking along the stone, winding the through the hall and down towards the dragon Pitt. "M-Meces.." the boy spoke looking towards the glistening red and black scaled dragon, she was the largest in the dragon Pitt, other than Vhagar. The dragon shifted looking down at his rider and her babe. "Hello love." Daeny softly spoke, reaching her hand up caressing the sides of the dragon face who hummed pushing into her.

The boy pushed from her arms to which she moved and set him down, to which he began stumbling towards the newly arrived rider. Vhagar wasn't hard to miss, Deany knew her wings sound as they flung the air, and the sounds of her husband's boots hit the floor, then his voice as he calls out to their son lifting him from the stone flooring.

Two years ago today See Criston had raped and stolen from the princess, earning a knife to his stomach and his body fed to the dragon that stands before her now. Once she finally committed to taking the plan b, Aemond came and married her as she was. But the war still began when Aemond made the hard choice of staying by his wife's side in Dragonstone. He did not stand with the Blacks, but at the same time he didn't stand with the Greens either, he only cared for the protection of his family.

They married in the tradition Targaryen ways just as her parents have. Joining their blood, taking on their lives to burn with one another as they go against this war in their own ways.

Making his way towards his wife, their son in hand, his other moved up touching her cheek, to which she leaned into closing her eyes. "What is wrong love?" he softly asked. She moved away turning her head towards the empty cavern where her brothers dragon once sat. "Luke was found dead along the shore, his dragon with him. Father said an arrow had been jammed through Arrax's heart, Luke dying once they hit the ground." she explained.

"Should have seen that coming.." Aemond mumbled. "Yes.. But it still hurts." Daeny whispered. He gently grabbed the back of her head pulling her in kissing the side of her head. She hummed laying her head into his shoulder her Varlyian steel dragon wrapped necklace pushed into his neck, but he ignore the cold feeling, hands pushing through her hair comforting her. Their son watched with his glistening purple eyes, small hands pressing into his father's armour that nearly matched his mother's, but her cloak was red, while his was black.

Daeny wanted to cry, but she refused to, refused to give in and break, to let them tear her apart. At this Alicent and Otto where not the ones that scared her, it was Aegon. Moving away she straightened herself watching her father make his way down with Jace. "Where are you going?" she questioned them. "To retrieve Luke and Arrax." Jace replied. "Let me come with you then." she quickly spoke up. "Absolutely not. You're with child, we can't risk you going out and getting hurt, or even worse killed." Deamon spoke up.

Deamon touched his daughters cheek, gently stroking it. "We can't risk losing you." he whispered. He then moved away making his way towards Caraxes, while Jace walked to vermax. Daeny sighed turning around making her way back to the castle, Aemond following behind, their son playing with his hair lightly pulling at it while babbling about the dragons.

Sitting in her and Aemond's chambers, elbows rested on the desk, hands pressed into her cheeks. Her gaze stayed on the letter she received from Alicent, head lowering fingers pushing through her hair gripping it trying to wake herself up from this nightmare.

Aegon was declaring an all-out war, giving her and her family a chance of full surrender or burn alongside the rest of her family. She could.t give in, but at the same time she was a mother, she didn't want to put them in harm's way. Hearing the door open, she lifted her head removing her hand from her hair letting them set on the table instead.

She lifted the letter hand it over her shoulder, her husband switching his sword to his right hand, and grabbing the letter with his left. "He's giving us a chance of surrounded but not the rest of my family.. For once I wish for your mothers kindness.." she muttered. "My mother's handwriting but my brothers words. Too busy drinking and whoring himself to write himself." Aemond spoke setting the letter aside and moving towards the corner of the room setting his sword down and beginning to release himself of his armour.

"Rheanys, Joffrey, Luke, and Viserys are desd, their dragons alongside them. They're tearing us down weakening our forces Aemond. I know you do not wish to fight your family, nor be the cause of any of their deaths.. But of it comes down to it I will take Mexes to Kings landing and burn that place to the ground, with everyone within it!" she spoke up. "They are murdering my family one by one.." she whispered. "If we don't fight back there will no more of us.." she added.

"I need you Aemond please.. I ask you to stick by my side please.. I ask you to help us. I'm tired of holding everything on my shoulders, I need you to be here, I need you to be by my side, I don't want to be scared that you'll leave us aside and let us burn.." she cried. Aemond looked down listening to every word that left her lips, his head breaking as she broke.

He turned around and walked over to her, pressing his hands into her cheeks wiping the tears that began staining them. "I am here my love, I am by your side.. I will do everything in my power to keep you and our children safe." he whispered. "Vaghar and I are by your side. I will not stand by the blacks, but I will stand by you. I will stand by our children. For as long as I live your lives are protected." he rasped.

She pressed forward pushing her head against his shoulder, fingers grabbing at his leather coat, his arms wrapped around her hugging her close, lips pressing into the side of her head.

Alicent, Otto, Aegon, Larys, Haelena, and a few Kingslanding guards stood at the arch of Dragonstone. The loud screech of the red and black dragon of the new queen of Dragonstone could be heard from over head. The large dragon flew down crashing down in front of them, Daeny sitting on top of her. She leaned forward, to which Mexes did the same thing mouth spreading wide letting out her loud high pitched screech, sending the greens back in slight fear.

Once Mexes leaned back Daeny spoke up. "I should have each of you burned alive." she coldly spoke. "We are giving you a chance of survival Daeny!" Alicent yelled up at her. "My survival. Not my families." Daeny spat. "What was it that you said to my mother when my brother took my husbands eye? And eye for an eye.. tell me does it go the same with lives. Rheanys the queen that never was, my own brothers Joffrey, Luke, and Viserys, and my personal guard Volomir. Or does it only count when it comes to you?" Daeny growled. Her voice was cold, dangerous, and Mexes was ready to feast, her eyes filled with hunger and bloodlust as she stared them down.

But Daeny wouldn't do it, she promised Aemond she would kill them. Speaking of which, Vhagar came flying across the sky, large bodies landing not far from her, the ground shaking as she landed, body leaning and kneeling allowing her rider to get off. Aemond walked past looking up at his wife, who didn't look towards him, instead kept her eyes trained ready to order Mexes if necessary.

Daeny wasn't playing games, she was far from being on the mood to be here. She was dealing with constant contractions, their second child showing no mercy with their continuous kicks. Speaking of which, a sharp pain flew through her abdomen and over her body. Her head bowed in pain, fingers clenching into the harness of Mexes, jaw clenched in agony. She refused to show it on her face, refused to show that she was in pain. She couldn't bring herself to be viewed as weak and pathetic in front of those that wish her dead.

Mexes lifted her head looking towards her rider, who looked back, purple gaze no longer cold, but pained. Her first child was a horrible birth, it was nothing but painful, and it went on for 25 hours, killing her energy, she couldn't even hold him because she collapsed on the bed. The maester believed she would die due to the immense stress on her body.

"Daeny please.. You are my beloved daughter in law, I do not wish for any harm to come upon you or your children.." Alicent spoke up. Daeny looked up looking down at the queen. "I will bend at the blade before I submit to your mercy. You can rip me apart one by one, tearing limb from limb, I will never submit. I am the queen of Dragonstone, the first of my name, the daughter of the dragon, and I will take back what you have taken from me, with fire and blood, I will take it." she coldly spoke. Her voice was dark, filled with loss, pain, and anger.

Mexes stepped back then spread her wings taking for the skies, her tail nearly slashing the family down as she took off back to Dragonstone. Alicent held a hand over her heart watching the dragon, her hand smoothing over her stomach. She could see the immense pain shown on her face, how close she was to giving birth, but yet still continuing to fight inside of this war.

"Aemond my son.." she whispered. She walked over to him her arms tucking against his, arms folding over his elbows looking up at him. "Please do not let her fight this.. She and your children can come back to Kingslanding and live peacefully." Alicent pushed the subject. "But without her family." Aemond replied while looking down at his mother. "There is only so much I can hold back, but it only takes one more strike before everything burns, and when that happens I will not stop her. I will be by her side." he coldly replied.

"Aemond please.." Alicent whimpered. But he removed her arms from him, turning and making his way back to Vaghar without a single word nor looking back to his family.

Pained yells echoed through the Maester's hall, fingers gripping and tearing at cotton, blood below her as screams poured from the mother. She was exhausted, tears flooding her cheeks, sweats causing her hair to stick to her skin, white dress completely ruined.

Pushing once more, she yelled lifting her head screaming at the midwife. "Fucking get it out!" she cried. She's been at this for 14 hours now, body was starting to lose its energy, it was her first birth with Alysanne all over again. "Fuck!!" she cried. Then finally it stopped, cries filled the room, body falling back gasping for air as she listened to the babes cries. "A girl my lady.. a healthy baby girl.." the mid wife softly spoke.

The baby was handed to her, the woman hugging the baby to her chest looking at her with tired smile. "What are you going to name her my queen?" the midwife quietly asked. "Daenerys Targaryen the Princess of Dragonstone.." Daeny softly spoke. Aemond was finally allowed inside the room, rushing inside looking down at his wife, who looked up at him. "A babygirl." she whispered. Aemond dropped to one knee looking at the little girl, seeing her eyes where a glorious purple. "Daenerys.." she whispered looking at him. "A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl." Aemond whispered.

"Well done my love.." he whispered.

But happiness can only last so long until it all turns to ash. The castle shook, the sounds of citizens screaming, guards yelling. Daeny's head turned watching as guards rushed to the room one inside, one on the outside guarding it. "What is happening?" Daeny called out. "The greens My Queen, they are attacking above, 3 dragons alongside them." the guard quickly answered.

Daeny quickly looked up at Aemond, arms curling over Deanerys. "Aemond.." she whispered. Aemond quickly walked over towards the window eyeing the 3 dragons surrounding Dragonstone, Deamon could be seen alongside Rheanrya readying their own attacks. "Don't let my wife leave this room." he ordered. He quickly made way ignoring his wife's call of his name.

'With Fire and Blood, the War has Finally Begun.'

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Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 3

10 year time skip

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

Warnings: Cursing, forced marriage, Incest (Targaryen Pure Blood Lines), Uncle and Niece marriage (Daeny 23 Aemond 27), Overprotective father Deamon, Overprotective big brothers, Blood, sexual assault, attempted rape, death

(I love pairing these gifs together, because it looks like Daeny is searching for his gaze, but Aemond is scared to return it)

Alicent, Otto, Aemond, Sir Cristin, along with Vhagar, each entered Dragonstone. The sounds of training could be heard, along with the soft sounds of women and mids giggling and serving. Coming to a stop Aemond could see his nephews standing alongside Deamon, Daeny not far from them with her 3 younger siblings, her eyes never leaving the man that was currently winning the brawl.

The man dressed in black and green collapsed, the tip of the blade held by the older knight dressed in black, with a white cloak. "Hell yeah Volomir!" Jace called out. The knight stepped back shearing his blade, head turning looking at the princess who nodded in approval.

Daeny had grown, she stood taller, hair cut a little shorter, and tied and curled to perfection. She wore a black and red dragon riders uniform, with her house symbol ironed to the back of her dragon crested cloak. The knight walked towards her, touching her chin, then bowing his head. "What kind of a guard would I be, if I could not defeat such scum." he questioned. "I would a good one." Daeny whispered.

"Melsis. Please escort the greens to their chambers. I'm sure they tire from their journey." Daeny spoke up, looking towards her handmaiden. "Of course princess." Melsis bowed and beginning taking the Hightowers towards the castle.

Daeny didn't look at them, nor even give them her time to greet. "Keep them from entering the west wing of the castle." She ordered Volomir. "Of course princess." he whispered. He made his way inside, 2 other guards joining him and making their way towards the main entrance of the west wing, each standing guard.

She nodded for her brothers to head inside, her following after them quietly. Her boots clicking along the stone flooring, Aegon and Viserys grabbing onto her hands, standing at her sides pulling her ahead of the Greens, talking about pranking their father. She followed due to not having the heart to shove the boys away from her.

Volomir turned his head watching his princess and young princes make their way through the hall, straight towards Deamon's office. The princess ushered the boys off to their prank, instead taking passage towards the meetings chambers where her mother and aunt would be.

Entering the room she slowly and quietly shut the door behind her. "The Hightowers have arrived." she softly spoke making her way over sitting down along side her mother. "I knew I smelled dogs." Rheanys spoke. Rheanrya looked at her daughter watching her closely. "If you do not wish to marry, you do not have to daughter. Their are plenty of more choices out their for you." she softly spoke. "I must do this mother for the sake of our name and bloodline." Daeny spoke.

"I believe she has grown to love her betrothed niece." Rheanys suddenly added. Daeny looked down at her lap, trying to ignore the princess' words. "We cannot control who we love. I only wish for your happiness Daeny, and if Aemond brings you that happiness than I will support it. But I don't want you to hold the weight of that throne on your shoulders." Rheanrya softly spoke. "I know mother, but I only wish to protect the family, our family." Daeny spoke firmly.

Rheanrya loved her daughters ambition to protect her family. To give them the freedom and power they have been promised. But at the same time she felt like Daeny was putting more stress on her shoulders than actually needed. She was going to the hands of the wrong man.

Sitting at dinner, Daeny sat beside Aemond listening as Alicent attempted to bring her mother into conversation. Volomir stood behind her, while Criston stood behind Aemond, the tension between the two was hard to miss, and could easily be sliced by one of the steak knives sitting in front of her.

Daeny shifted, gaze shifting back towards the two. Volomir was looking straight ahead, expression serious. But Ser Criston was looking at Volomir ad though he was a threat, hand on his sword. Soon the tension became far too much for her, because she slid her chair out, stood up and walked away, Volomir following after her.

"I am not going far, I only wanted a glass of wine." she softly spoke towards Volomir. "Why not ask a servant?" he questioned. Daeny gave no answer instead pouring herself a glass full of the expensive red wines, then making her way back towards the table. But Cristin stood in her way of sitting back down. "Move aside Ser Criston." she said as kindly as possible. The dinning room went silent, eyes sitting on the two.

Setting her glass down beside Aemond's cup, head lifting looking directly at the kings guard. "If you do not move aside I will have no other choice but to have you moved myself." she coldly spoke. "Let my wife sit." Aemond spoke up. Volomir walked closer pulling his sword from it's sheath staring directly at Cole.

Suddenly Daeny smiled, turning and moving to stand directly by her betrothed, who's one eye lifting up towards her. She moved her head telling him to move his chair out a bit, to which he did, allowing her to move and sit herself on his lap, lifting her glass of wine with a soft smile. His arm moved around her waist and pulled her back pressing her to his chest.

"Comfortable?" Aemond whispered in her ear. "Mhm. I quite prefer this over my chair." she answered back holding the glass to her lips. She lifted her gaze towards Ser Criston eyeing him then looking at the seat that he still stood, blocking. "Sit Ser Criston. You wished for my seat so bad, then take it." she softly spoke. She smiled taking a sip of her drink, then placing it back down nodding towards the chair.

How far could she push him? How far could she tease and slam until he broke? How much farther can she push until he snaps, giving her right to have his head, to watch as his body is pulled and ripped apart by her dragons as they feed on his flesh.

"Sit." Alicent ordered quietly. Otto nodded towards the k ight who pulled the chair out a bit more, sitting in the princess' seat. "There, now isn't that better?" Daeny questioned. Deamon laughed under his breath holding his glass up, enjoying his daughters teasing and pushing methods, reminding him of himself.

Her purple eyes met her father's the. Turned her head smiling to herself, not noticing the darkened glare the knight was giving her, but Aemond did. His arm tightened around her waist pulling her closer to her, making her look back at him smiling softly, lips pressing into the crown of his head, to which he hummed deeply.

Rheanrya watched her daughter then looked down, feeling guilty in a way. She wanted her daughter to marry someone she loved, and though it seemed like Daeny loves Aemond, with Alicent and Gotta still in power, Daeny could never truly sit down and fall in love, because she'll be too worried about keeping her family safe. She turned her head towards her husband, who was already looking at her, thinking the same as she was.

"Volomir, will you escort Daeny back to her bedroom.. It is getting rather late, and she has a busy morning." Deamon ordered. "Of course my prince." Volomir answered. "But I haven't finished my.." Daeny cut herself off when she caught her father gaze. She nodded gently removing Aemond's arm from her waist and standing walking in front of Volomir as she made her way out of the dinning chambers, the knight following after her.

A crush echoed outside of Daeny's chambers, her head turning. She stood up telling her maid to stay put as she nested the door. "Volomir?" she called out. She reached out touching the doorknob, going to open it, only for it be pushed open by the greens guard. Stepping back quickly looking past him seeing Volomir on the floor, throat slashed as he laid on his own blood. "Volomir! What have you done?!" she yelled.

Criston grabbed a hold of her by the throat pulling her in any direction that he could have full advantage over her. She fought hard against his grab, screaming at her maid to go. "Misa run!" she yelled. The maid yelped and ran out immediately going down the steps of the castle, running for the dinner chambers.

Criston grabbed her arms with one hand, her hair with the other slamming her down against her desk ripping and tearing at her night gown. Cries and yells escaped her as she tried everything in her power to fight back, but he was stronger than her.

"My lord!" Misa cried. Deamon stood up quickly, chair nearly falling with how quick he stood. "What is it Misa?" he quickly questioned. "The guard of the greens, he cut down sir Volomir, he.. He is inside the princess' room!" she cried out. Deamon has never moved so quick in his life, his boots could be heard echoing in the halls as he ran through the halls and up the stairs, Aemond, Otto, Rheanrya, Alicent, and guards followed after him.

Daeny's pleads and cries could be heard as she begged Criston not to touch her, not to defile her. But soon it went silent, this made Deamon run quicker. He busted the door down running inside seeing his daughter collapsed on the floor, blood covering her torn nightgown, her blade sitting in her hands. Blood could be seen sitting between her legs, but Ser Criston laid on the floor head to the side as blood gushed from his stomach.

Deamon ran straight to his daughter kneeling down grabbing her cheeks turning her head as he pleaded for her to be okay. The knife fell from her hands grabbing onto her father's arms. "Why does it hurt?" she whispered. "W-what has he done to me?" she whimpered. "Get me the Maester!" he yelled towards the guards.

Alicent looked down at her guard with widened eyes then towards the princess. Maester's came running inside straight towards the princess. She was lifted into a bridal hold, and removed from the room. Her head turning looking at her personal guard lay on the floor. "V-Volormir.." she whispered. Her guard, her protector, the one that has looked over her for the past 15 years of her life. She turned her head away looking down at her legs, seeming to come to terms with what See Criston had done to her.

"Is he dead?" Rheanrya questioned. "Yes. She must of gotten him back far enough to stab him." Deamon coldly spoke. Rheanrya turned her head towards Alicent who was looking down at the guard. Then Alicent looked up looking directly at her childhood friend. "She has been defiled Rheanrya.." she whispered. It was at those words that Deamon lifted his head looking directly at the Hightowers. "Defiled?! For all we know you bitch put him up to this." he growled. "You realized the power she would hold if she married your son, that Aegon would no longer have hold over that throne, so you took what meant most in Kings landing. A girls innocence. So tell me my queen. Was it worth it?" he growled.

"Have them escorted out. And have this bastards body fed to Mexes." Deamon growled. There was nothing but pure fury in his eyes, the want for blood as Dark Sister cried and begged for their blood she'd. "But leave his head. It will sit on the wall." Rheanrya spoke up.

"Nyke emagon issare vaogemagon." (I have been defiled.) Daeny whispered as the Maester's cleaned her. "Issa dīnilūks istan naejot save issa lentor, yn sir nyke daor." (My marriage was to save my family, but now I cannot.) she slowly added. She spoke in high Valryian. Fingers pressing into her stomach feeling disgusted and sick with herself.

Alicent stopped looking into the healing chambers, looking at the girl. Her heart broke, not wanting this for the girl. Daeny looked up turning her head looking at her, then turning away nails cutting into skin, which had the Maester's grabbing her arms carefully lowering them back to the side.

Aemond pushed past his mother, walking inside grabbing Daeny's cheeks softly making her look up at him. "My apologies uncle.." she whispered. He pushed her messy hair back leaning down pressing his forehead against hers, tears finally following down her cheeks. "I'm sorry.." she whimpered. His lips crashed onto hers, her shaky hands reaching pressing into the side of his neck kissing back, salt could be tasted on his lips from her tears.

"Princess.. I do apologize but you must drink this." one of the maesters spoke. Daeny moved away looking at the cup, then up at the maester. "Piss off." Aemond growled. "She doesn't have much of a choice my lord.. She is unmarried, she will bare a bastard if she does not drink this." the maester simply spoke. The mention of bastard had her arms curling over her stomach. "Please my lady just drink." he muttered. "Did you not hear me? I said Piss. Off." Aemond growled. The maester sighed setting the plan b aside and walking out along with the others, the door shutting behind them.

"H-he didn't.. I k-killed him before he could.." she quickly spoke. The weight of protecting and saving her family, was slowly starting to crash down on her shoulders. She leaned down wanting for that weight to disappear. Aemond looked down at her watching her, watching as she was crashing and burning. Deamon walked inside the room making his way towards the other side of the bed sitting down, gently pushing Daeny's hair from her face.

"Kepa, nyke jaelagon naejot morghūljagon nykeā zaldrīzes riders morghon." (Father, I wish to die a dragonriders death.) Daeny spoke. She turned her head towards her father watching him closely, watching his expression. "Ao jāhor daor morghūljagon issa riñnykeā." (You will not die my child.) he whispered.

"Lilagon hen zaldrīzoti emagon mērī begun." (Dance of the dragons has only begun.)

Her words sent chills through both men as they watched the female. Her purple eyes lifted meeting her own gaze in the mirror opposite of the bed. She would like to say may God have mercy on their souls. But the gods have no mercy, for that I'd why they call them gods.

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[ashley-jones]

Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 2

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

OC name: Daeny Targaryen daughter of Deamon and Rheanrya Targaryen

Warnings: Cursing, blood, dragons, sexism, incest (Targaryen Pure Blood Line), overprotective Deamon, Arranged marriage between uncle and niece (age gap - 13/17) Team Black against Team Green

"Stop looking at me like that Kepa." Daeny muttered. "I promised you there would be no marriage, and you turn around and accept the marriage proposal!" Deamon yelled. "Because Alicent will take that throne from mother! At least this way she can't just throw someone onto that throne!" she yelled back. "She will do anything she can to stop mother from taking the iron throne, rid of everything she has fought for, just so the queen can have a little ounce of power to her name." Daeny argued. "I am trying to save the Targaryen name!" she cried out.

"Jace and Luke marrying the Valarians means nothing for us! It just gives peace around the lands to rid of the accusations of their father. At least with this we can keep the iron throne going through our blood, Targaryen blood." she yelled. "Marrying you off is another advantage to her power, to make Viserys believe their to be peace as he took his dying breath." Deamon growled.

"What did you think was going to happen Kepa? That I was going to just be able to pass my duties without consequences. I was deemed to be engaged to one of my uncles, it was just a matter of time. I'm not being given a choice, this would have been forced, and if refused turned into war.. I didn't have a choice in this.. None of us did." she spoke. "I do not want to marry someone I don't love.. But marriage is nothing but a political stance for us.." she spoke.

"Love is not an option on this wheel, that throne is the most important aspect to the Targaryen blood, only the purest of blood should sit on that chair, and that is mother, and the bloodlines continues down from their.. Their should be no other option." she spoke.

Deamon listened to every word that left her mouth, watching her realizing just how much she's growing up at such a young age. "But why him?" He whispered. "That's a question for the queen." Daeny softly answered. "I do not love him Kepa, I'm doing this for our family." she softly spoke.

"My prince, the princess Daeny Targaryen." Sir Cristin spoke firmly letting the princess into Aemond's chambers. Daeny looked at Sir Cristin Cole with a coldness to her gaze, then looked back towards Aemond. "My prince." she softy spoke. "Leave us Cristin." Aemond ordered. The door shut behind the princess, leaving the two Targaryens alone.

Daeny's head turned awaiting for the silence from behind the door. She was far too smart to speak with the guard standing outside the door. Once it went silent she turned her head facing her betrothed. "Skoro syt gōntan aōha muñnykeā call hen dīnilūks betrothed?" (Why did your mother call out marriage betrothed?) she spoke in her parents native tongue. She wondered if he even knew High Valyrian, if Viserys had taught him and Aegon like she and her brothers where taught. "Skoro syt gōntan ao mazōregon?" (Why did you accept?) he shot back.

She walked closer to him looking up at him, purple eyes matching his own. "Nyke merely keeping issa ānogar qogron vok. Nykeā dīnilūks iksos nykeā political statement, daor jorrāelagon. Daorun yn nykeā turning grevy isse bisa tymptir, se īlon're isse se middle hen ziry." (I'm merely keeping my blood line pure. A marriage is a political statement, not love. Nothing but a turning wheel in this game, and we're in the middle of it.) she spoke.

He grabbed a hold of her waist pulling her in and pressing her against him. With his other he grabbed her by the back of her neck pulling her head up a bit, his breath fanning over her lips. "Nyke kostagon tepagon ao nykeā glaeson hen pleasure, fuck ao tolvie bantis hae ao hīghagon se plead syt rest. Se istin īlon sit bē bona dēmalion, nyke jāhor emagon ao va issa lap striding issa. Aōha womb lēdan rūsīr babes bona jāhor maghagon rigle." (i can give you a life of pleasure, fuck you every night as you scream and plead for rest. and once we sit upon that throne, i will have you on my lap striding me. your womb filled with babes that will bring honor.) he whispered.

She swallowed, his words filled her mind, echoing over and over. He began pulling and ripping at her dress at the waist, a gasp escaping her as the cold air hit the small amount of skin showing from the tears. "Gaomagon ao pāsagon aōla worthy naejot fuck issa?" (Do you believe yourself worthy to fuck me?) she whispered. "Ao accepted se proposal, nyke kostagon fuck ao whenever nyke jaelagon." (You accepted the proposal, I can fuck you whenever I wish.) he muttered against her lips.

"You will not ask your wife for consent?" she whispered. Aemond stopped what he was doing, hand freezing against her back. The ripping stopped hands going soft against her bare skin. Slowly releasing the back of her neck, moving it up and over her jaw pulling her closer pressing her nose against his, lips moving closer but never once touching. "No. I will not do anything to you without your consent my betrothed." he whispered.

"Kiss me uncle." she whispered. Aemond pressed forward, lips pushing into hers. Lips molding together perfectly, her arms moved from her sides, on making its way up and around his neck, the other sitting on his waist pulling him closer to her smaller frame.

A knock interrupted the two, Aemond moved away looking at the door. "What is it?" he growled. "My lord.. Word from your mother, your father is gone." Sir Cristin spoke. "His last orders where to have both Princess Rheanrya and Princess Daeny order his bodies burned." he spoke. Daeny moved away quickly turning and rushing out to find her parents, not wanting them to mourn alone.

Standing outside watching as Viserys' body was laid out for the proper Targaryen way of passing on their death. Rheanrya refused to word her father's death, feeling disgusted in herself. So Daeny stood out beside her father, ahead of the Hightower, Valaryan's, and Targaryens, her silver strands blowing in the wind. Deamon stepped back stroking his daughters hair then moved back to stand by his wife.

Mexes and Soliston stared down at their rider waiting for her order as they towered over the mountains. She looked at her grandfather's body then stepped forward. "Dracarys!" she called out. Her order was obeyed within seconds, large mouths opening roars escaping as flames of blue and red erupted from their mouths flowing of the kings body, burning him to ash, sending him to the heavens along side his first wife.

Alicent watched the dragon with pure fear, the largest was black and red, nearly as large her son's dragon, Vhagar. Daeny's control over them was perfect, the way she lowered her head and the dragons did the same, or how they obeyed her command without a second thought, how she walked up the hill, the largest moving closer pressing it's head against her as if to comfort her.

"How is it that she got two dragons?" Aegon questioned. "Because she's a pure blood." Aemond answered his brother. Daeny walked forward, Mexes leaning over shoulder pressing into the ground allowing it's rider to trail her hand along her wings. "Sȳz job issa gevie hāedar." (Good job my beautiful girl.) she whispered.

Mexes pressed her head against the princess, then stepped back flying to the sky along side her brother. Daeny's heart hurt, she wished she could have had more time with her grandfather, wishing she could mourn properly. Making her way back down the hill rejoining her family, Deamon pushing her hair back planting a kiss at the top of her head.

"I think they want to return to Dragonstone." she whispered into her father jacket. "Yes. I'm feeling rather homesick." he replied with a soft smile pushing a few messy strands of hair from her face. "Go on." he softly spoke. Daeny looked at her brothers shoving Jace slightly who huffed, before yelling out as she started running for the dragon Pitts, her brothers immediately following after, the three racing for their dragons.

Deamon watched with Rheanrya, the princess smiling sadly. She leaned over pressing her lips Into her husband's shoulder. "I can't marry her off to him." she whispered. "I know." Deamon whispered.

"Mexes!" she called out. The dragon raised accepting his riders call, screeching as though cheering for her win of the race. The youngest of the three giggled looking up at her dragons as they looked down at her.

Rheanys looked towards her niece, then towards Daeny as her dragon allowed her on and soared to the sky. "She has pure dragon blood within her veins, I can tell by the way they look at her, react to her, accept her, even when she survived as they bathe her in flames." she spoke. "She's a special girl, she makes the Targaryen name proud." she added. "Yes she does." Rheanrya replied softly. "She is the new heir to the iron throne, she will make a great queen, a great warrior, and one of the best dragon riders." Deamon spoke up.

"The next time we see each other will be the day of Aemond and Daeny's wedding." Alicent spoke up. Both Targaryen parents tensed looking down then back towards her. "We'll see." Deamon coldly replied.

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