Gentle aemond, mama's boy aemond...until it comes to lucerys then he loses all his control and sense if it means keeping him from getting his hands on lucerys.
Then him having a stare off at lucerys alone even though jace was the one who hit him and was coming at him again 😭🤌
The way they make him so subdued and almost gentle when it's anything else but when it comes to lucerys he loses all his senses. The hatred for maiming aside the absolute obsession he exudes when it comes to lucerys through out episode 8 alone speaks more than hatred, he's been on his mind all this time
Okay, but the idea of Lucerys inheriting his mother’s looks through and through. Yes, I adore the dark brown curls and eyes but just think about it.
Lucerys is born with the Targaryen hair and eyes. Everyone literally has to take a double take whenever Luke passes by because they could have sworn it was a young Rhaenyra. Lucerys being called the Realm’s Delight and Viserys cried the first time he was presented to him because he looked exactly like Rhaenyra as a babe.
Lords moaning over the fact that Lucerys was born a male because it was such a crime for a pretty face to not be female so they could marry him and whisk him away to their castles. Jace inherited their mother’s personality but Luke has always been softer, kinder, and that makes him all the more popular in court.
Alicent can’t even bring herself to call the boy a bastard because he looked so much like Rhaenyra in their youth and with his hair and eyes surely he couldn’t be anything but a legitimate son. Even Daemon has a soft spot for Lucerys. Let’s just say Lucerys has everyone putty in his hands.
No dance here because I said so.
Aemond screaming and crying because why was everyone trying to steal his favourite nephew away from him. Every time Aemond has to go away to fight in some battle or something, he’d return with so many trinkets for Lucerys. His favourite one is the Valyrian steel necklace and when Rhaenyra saw she nearly had a heart attack.
People tend to forget that Lucerys was very much like his mother and they’re reminded once they find out he and Aemond snuck off to Dragonstone and got married. Viserys is still very much alive when this happens and instead of getting angry he keels over and dies of laughter (No really, that’s how he goes. Just dies after laughing so hard on the Iron Throne) at the horrified and stressed faces of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Karma’s a bitch.
I constantly think of Lucerys gaslighting gatekeeping and girlbossing his way through the war as a hostage to the Greens and I think it is too beautiful
Like, Larys Strong keeps getting in the way? Lucerys will pretend to be scared of him, create some fake proof of something nefarious he’s done (let’s the honest, the man has probably done it at some point) to show to the Council, and tell Aemond he feels unsafe with him around and that he wants his head
I imagine it would go somewhat like this:
“It was Larys Strong,” his voice echoes in the silence of the court room. Then, whispers break out, louder and louder until everyone is yelling.
The man in question looks surprised. He obviously never thought Lucerys would use this opportunity like this.
That is his problem then, for not realizing the beast that lurks beneath his skin.
“And what do you have to say for yourself under this accusation, My Lord?” Alicent asks. Her face has gone ashen, and Lucerys wonders how does it feel to have such an important ally be alienated like this.
“It is no true, of course. The Prince is probably mixing up his memories. He was in a very traumatic situation at the time,” Larys replies smoothly. It will not save him, even if this time he is innocent.
“I don’t feel safe around him,” despite his steely expression, Lucerys wills tears to well in his eyes. He grabs Aemond’s arm. “I want his head, qȳbor.”
It is not a request. It is an order.
Aemond unsheathes his sword before anyone can say anything else.
I read one story, just ONE story, and now I can't go a day without searching for new stories because I accidentally gave myself a new ship, idc if they’re crack ships, or not. Idc, Idc, Idc. I'm sinking down with the ship, and I'm proud of it.
I’m cackling over the idea of the Greens and Blacks time travelling to the future. The Greens in this AU would be Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, and Haelaena while for the Blacks side it’s Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Baela, and Rhaena. No Joffrey, Viserys, or Aegon the Younger in this because they’re babies and deserve a good night’s sleep.
For some reason both sides find themselves in the future, everything seemed pretty much the same until an older Lucerys enters the room with a toddler on his hip. It was pretty easy to figure out who the man was, besides the mature features, Lucerys pretty much looked the same and Rhaenyra could spot her child anywhere.
Now what was interesting was the child on his hip. It was obviously his, judging by how familiar and comfortable the babe was clinging on to him, but what really caught their attention was that the child had silver hair and lilac eyes. The colouring of the child pretty much narrowed their guesses to WHO the child’s sire was. The possibility of another noble lord was completely cancelled out. It couldn’t be a Velaryon because the boy was fair skinned. Before any of them could try to guess or ask the older Lucerys, the doors open and nearly a dozen children bursts inside the room giggling and chasing each other.
The entire room gawks at the gaggle of light haired and brunette children entering the room, Alicent had nearly choked when she found one child who looked like the carbon copy of a young Aemond but instead of silver locks, the boy was sporting dark hair. There was one that looked like too much like Lucerys but had a different shape nose.
When an older Aemond finally enters the room, immediately sticking close to Lucerys’ side and wrapping a protective arm around his waist, Alicent all but faints at the realisation that her second son had married and mated Lucerys Velaryon. Rhaenyra wasn’t any better, the poor woman had all but clung to the younger Luke, holding on to him like a crutch.
Aegon, who looked to be the only one enjoying himself was busy counting the little ones in the room. With the toddler on the older Lucerys’ hip, he had counted about twelve and he could do nothing but bursts into laughter. His own brother had sired a dozen children with the bastard that he claimed to despise.
When an older Aegon enters the room, heavily pregnant and with a fussing Jacaerys trailing after him, Aegon stops laughing.
Alright so I am really into the Lucerys putting Aemond in his place agenda right now (blame five stages of grief for that one it’s been consuming me) and I can’t help but think that he would constantly remind Aemond that despite being a prince, he does not behave like someone of their House.
Like, Aemond and his siblings look the part. They all ride dragons, they all have the Targaryen look. But that is the thing. They just look like Targaryens.
Because it is not to the Gods of Old Valyria they pray to. It is not black and red they wear. It is not High Valyrian the lenguaje they feel most comfortable speaking.
Alicent’s children may bear the dragon’s name, but they are more Hightower than they could ever be Targaryen, and Lucerys does not hesitate before saying so.
“You speak of my parentage, but I at least know and honor the traditions of my House. The only thing that makes you different from the common folk is your tainted dragon blood.”
It drives Aemond mad with rage — because a part of himself can’t help but think that Lucerys is right.