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achaoticeternal · 11 months

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modern!uni!aemond targaryen x reader

summary: Being Helaena’s roommate and his bestfriend, dating Aemond was always supposed to be out of the question. Yet hooking up caused feelings to blossom. When you push him to consider more, you are left with nothing until the silence makes both of you cave. word count: 4.1k a/n: this was supposed to just be smut but i crave plot warnings: SMUT [p in v], slight angst, lil praise kink, pet names

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

There had never been a firm relationship to your relationship with Aemond Targaryen. The people closest to you in your lives knew that you had been quite close to your best friend ever since Helaena invited you home for a weekend from university during your freshman year. Aemond had been a high school senior at the time and you were Helaena’s roommate who had nothing to do over the holiday weekend.

A year had passed and now both of you were students at King’s Guard University, where his older two siblings attended too. Aemond had been quickly initiated into the same fraternity as Aegon through some light persuasion from his mother, but still remained primarily focused on his studies. During his first semester, Aemond would often come over to you and Helaena’s apartment for dinner or join in for the weekly movie night. Then it dissolved into you and Aemond studying together, either in his dorm or your room. Now you were… here.

Here was a strange place to be. Nearly every other weekend, Aemond was planted between your thighs or occupying your evenings in some other way. And though you had moved on to become an interesting mix between best friends and friends with benefits, you never shared that with anyone.

When Baela questioned whose boxers were idly tossed in your room, you passed it off as a one-night stand. Aemond received the same insufferable questioning but from his eldest brother, Aegon. He’d ask who Aemond was fucking that made his baby brother bearable to be around, which was often met with a harsh glare. Yet neither of you spilled the secret of your confidential nights tangled up in bed together. It surprised you how easily Aemond and you could pass off his ‘couch sleepovers’ to Helaena.

This past weekend, Helaena had been out of town with her anthropology class to a convention and excavation happening. This left the apartment to you alone, which meant you and Aemond taking full advantage of the opportunity. When Helaena was home, Aemond usually muffled your moans with a hand covering your mouth. But only this morning as he pressed you up against the shower wall, his name poured past your lips like a sacred prayer.

Now, you stood in the kitchen scrambling some eggs while dressed only in his flannel that barely covered your most intimate area. Moments later, Aemond moved into the kitchen with just a towel hanging lowly on his hips. His hair was still damp and hung in its natural waves, much like Helaena’s hair. You always thought to tell him to leave his hair natural, enjoying how the messy waves framed his face, but you would hate to overstep.

When dumping the eggs out onto two plates, Aemond gently wrapped his arms around your lower waist. His head rested on your shoulder, watching your gentle movements, “Breakfast for me? Guess I earned it.”

You swatted at his arm, catching the double meaning in his words, “I made you breakfast because I’m nice, loser.”

He chuckled, taking one of the plates from your hand. In the peace of the kitchen, you leaned against the counters across from each other, enjoying your food. It was a comfortable silence until your mind started to drift. The slight increase of your heartbeat coerced you into saying something.

“This is nice,” You said plainly, hoping he might catch on.

“Yeah. Your scrambled eggs are far better than my mother’s. Never tell her I said that though,” Both of you chuckled at this comment before allowing it to settle once more.

“Yeah, but no, I mean,” You took a deep breath, “This is nice…”

The air suddenly turned stale as Aemond pieced your meaning together, “Oh…”

Without another word or acknowledgment of your statement, Aemond placed his plate in the sink and turned to go back to your room. Your brow furrowed at this, seeing how he shrugged off your words, “Oh? What do you mean Oh?”

Quickly, you set down your plate. Crossing to your room, Aemond had shut and locked the door, “Open the door, Targaryen.”

“I’m changing,” He duly replied.

You sighed, but didn’t pressure him further, just talking to him through the door, “Aemond, you can’t just leave me hanging on Oh?”

Sighing, you leaned against the wall adjacent to your door, waiting for him. The couple of minutes that he spent getting dressed felt as if they lasted eons. Finally, the door opened to reveal Aemond dressed in his usual outfit of a loose-fitting white t-shirt and black jeans. He had tugged the rest of his silver hair back into a low bun.

“Aemond, please, let’s talk about this,” You looked at him, fear beating at your chest,

He took one glance at you before reaching for his phone and keys, “I’m sorry.”

Without another word, Aemond had left you alone and heartbroken in the middle of your apartment. --

For the next week, it would be safe to say that your relationship with Aemond had become strained. Neither of you exchanged texts or calls as usual, never grabbed lunch together, or even sat together in your shared classes. It was torture, but you wouldn’t further wound your pride by groveling for him to come back. Both of you were adults and if Aemond still wanted to just be your friend, then you could wait for such a time.

But it became difficult when the weekend rolled around once more. In order to not raise suspicion, Aemond came over to dinner with Helaena on Friday night. Except you quickly ditched dinner with your roomie and her brother to instead go out with Baela and Rhaena for separate plans. The same occurred the next day when Aemond came over to continue watching a series that the three of you enjoyed together. You waved them off, claiming that you had errands to run that could not be postponed.

It seemed that it would be easy to avoid Aemond, though it did sadden you that you in turn spent less time with Helaena. But you couldn’t stand the uncertainty that Aemond had left you with last Sunday morning…

But now you were tied to plans that did not align with your intention to rarely cross paths with the second Targaryen son ever again. Not only had Baela and Rhaena roped you into a party, but Helaena did too, all claiming that a night of fun would get your so-called ‘funk’ out of your system. Though a party typically would excite you, it caused stress to course through your body instead, knowing that you’d be spending the evening partying at Aegon and Aemond’s frat.

But your friends were none the wiser of the reason for your hesitancy. But with some compliments on how hot you looked and a few shots to pregame, you all made your way to the frat house, arm in arm.

Drunk college students filled every room and lined every wall of the house. Those who weren’t dancing on elevated surfaces or standing around were sitting on the couches either complaining or making out with whoever occupied the seat next to them.

You remained tucked in between your group of friends, cups filled with mixed drinks in your hands. The four of you giggled as you spoke of the party-goers surrounding you, placing dibs on where each of you would end your night.

Yet your laughter quickly died when you spotted him. Aemond’s violet eye was trained on you and you could feel it as he scanned over every inch of your body. It was the look of desire and as it flashed in his eye, it would send shivers down your spine, out across your body. You hated how reactive you were to him, even while upset.

Cutting your attention back to your friends, you tried to forget about Aemond for the night. You realized that such a task is easier said than done, but you wanted to truly enjoy having a girl’s night. So with the agreement of your friends, you all filed into the backyard for another round of shots and eventually were roped into playing a drinking game.

It was a game you had played quite a bit during your freshman year that permitted you to get drunk quickly depending on the amount of people playing. Currently, nine people were surrounding the table stacked with cups of varying liquors. You were shoulder to shoulder between Baela and a random brother you hadn’t introduced yourself to yet. That was until Aemond came and squeezed himself in between you and the dude that he simply shot a stern look at.

You wanted to change positions just to further irritate Aemond in your little silent treatment, but before you could, the game began. Immediately, Rhaena went up against Cregan attempting to bounce a ball into one of the red plastic cups. Being a natural shot, Cregan easily beat Rhaena, stacking his cup on top of her own. She quickly grabbed another cup, drinking its contents before firing back against her next competition.

The game continued to move around the table in continuation, cheering being heard surrounding the group. Finally, down to the last two cups, a shot, and the loser’s cup, you were up against Helaena. With a shot of luck, Helaena managed to stack her cup into yours before you could even toss the little ball.

It was down to you against Aemond. After you finished the shot from a fresh cup, you immediately began firing. The air was intense as both of you focused on making the goal into the cup. Your ball would just barely make it in before bouncing off the rim. Frustrated, you took your measures to secure one last chance. Roughly, you bumped against Aemond’s arm, causing him to misfire. He shot you a fierce look, yet you shrugged it off.

Taking your best chance, you positioned yourself to what you prayed to be the winning shot. But before you knew what happened, Aemond returned your cheating favor, bumping his hips into yours. The ball rolled away and instead, Aemond made the landing shot.

You scoffed with a laugh as Aemond passed your original cup back to Helaena while you took the last remaining shot. Now, only the loser’s cup, filled with a peculiar mix of alcohol, sat in the middle of the table. It was not something you wanted to have to force down your throat, much less deal with the hangover that would definitely follow.

Helaena and you were now down to the wire, firing away. Sadly, your roommate did not have the same luck as earlier when going against you. Instead, you landed a winning shot, the unfortunate loser’s cup now being Helaena’s to finish.

Surprisingly, Helaena chugged it like a pro, throwing the cup over her head upon finishing the drink. With a laugh, you all went back inside to dance together and continue the night.

A couple of hours had passed and the alcohol had taken hold of each of your friends at varying levels. Despite taking a few shots yourself, the alcohol did not as heavily impact you due to your faithful attempt to remain sober enough to not end up in somebody’s bed.

“Do worry,” Jacerys, a close friend and Baela’s boyfriend smiled, “I’ll get Baela and Helaena back home safe.”

“No, Jace. Helaena is my roommate, you don’t have to take care of her,” You tried to ease him.

“It’s okay, I promise,” He laughed pointing at your friends, “Plus, they apparently pinky promised each other that they would have a sleepover tonight.”

With a giggle and final nod of agreement, you allowed Jace to lead the girls back to Baela’s apartment. Rhaena left a few hours earlier with her ‘friend’, Lucerys, which now left you. As they disappeared down the street, you turned in the direction of your apartment to begin walking home.

However, you were quickly halted by your name being called out. Turning around once more, you caught the man who called for you and rolled your eyes, “What, Aemond? I’m going home.”

“Yeah, I can see that, but,” He paused for a moment, “But I can’t just let you walk all the way back to your place alone. It isn’t safe.”

You shook your head with a cruel laugh under your breath, “It’s two blocks. I’ll be fine. And I’m not getting an Uber either for such a stupidly short distance.”

Once more, you turned on your heel to begin walking. But Aemond took two steps forward, grasping your hand lightly, “Please. Let me just make sure you get back safe.”

Casting your gaze down to the pavement, you thought over it for a moment. He was right… even if you didn’t want to admit that. With a nod of your head, you finally permitted him to walk you back to your flat. At least, just for his peace of mind.

You tried saying good night to Aemond when you approached the doors to the complex. That only caused him to become more chatty. So you bid goodbye again in the lobby. And in the elevator. Then down the hall. But he persisted and walked with you all the way to the door of your flat.

“We’ll get you inside, and while you change, I’ll grab you a snack and some water.”

“That isn’t really necessary, Aemond. Helaena and Baela had twice as many drinks as I did, so I’ll be fine,” You tried to coax yourself out of the predicament.

“Let me take care of you, darling. I haven’t seen you all week,” He pressed lightly.

“There might be a reason for that,” You sighed while inserting and twisting the key to your apartment.

“C’mon, I just want to make sure you’re feeling alright and-”

“Stop, Aemond!” You turned and looked up into his eye with a sharp look.

He seemed to straighten his posture as you took an entirely different tone with him, “If you’re being so frigid because of last Sunday, then at least let me come in and make it up to you.”

“No, Aemond, I don’t want you to come inside and take care of me because you’ll just say something stupidly sweet and I’ll want to tug you back into my bed, and I… I can’t do it,” You whined, frustrated at this current situation you found yourself in, “I don’t want to be your best friend that you have the added benefit of hooking up with. I wanted to be with you, and if you aren’t ready for that, fine. But I will not be the girl who continues to be another plaything as your brother has…”

When Aemond fell silent again, you took it as your cue to continue into your apartment. Quickly, you opened the door, just to shut it as quickly. But Aemond was faster, sliding his boot past the door frame and pressing a hand against the door itself.

His reaction caused you to spring back away from the door, heart stammering in your chest. You knew that Aemond, whether or not you were upset with each other, would not harm you. However, something shifted in his demeanor and a fire was ablaze in his eye.

“I’m not my brother,” He spoke in a stern tone, low in his chest, “You don’t mean that.”

Even in his harsh tone, you knew that his words were not out of anger. They came from a place of hurt. Clearly, you had struck a nerve inside him. But you did not answer him, leaving your previous statement to be far more ambiguous. This only spurred Aemond further.

Aemond slithered into the apartment, shutting and locking the front door. He stood tall, his head reaching the top of the door frame easily. He stood there for a long pause, arms folded over his chest as if he were finding words to condemn you. But instead, he was silent which was arguably worse than whatever he could really say.

“Go,” You said half-heartedly.

Then silence again. It only made you frustrated, not with him, but with yourself.

“I don’t believe you actually want me to leave,” He spoke once more.

He then unfolded his arms, taking small steps towards you, “I don’t believe that you want to chill me out of your life. I don’t believe that you enjoy giving me the silent treatment. And I refuse to believe that you don’t want me.”

“What?” You looked surprised. Not by the whole statement, but by his emphasis.

With a sigh, he continued, “You said, ‘I wanted to be with you’, wanted being past tense. I think you still want me.”

Finally, Aemond closed the remaining distance between the pair of you. He raised a gentle hand to caress the side of your cheek, “Am I right about that, sweet girl?”

When you did not answer, Aemond tilted your chin up with a low hum. His eye scanned over your face as if committing it to memory. His warm breath fanned across you, making the gesture that much more intimate.

Finally, Aemond pressed his lips to yours, gently, to test the waters. What he did not expect was the fervor in which you kissed him back. Your hands immediately raked through his silver silk hair, tangling your fingers between the strands. You pressed yourself up against his frame, bodies perfectly molding together.

He reacted by quickly pressing you up against the closest wall, trapping your light moans in his mouth. Yet cruelly, he pulled away while keeping you pinned in place, “So I am right?”

“Fuck you,” You chuckled at his teasing, continuing to grind your hips against his pelvis.

“Trust me, I fully intend to fuck you,” Aemond gingerly nibbled at your bottom lip, “But I do want you to know that I’m done after this.”

Suddenly, the feeling in your stomach dropped. You pressed yourself back to the wall as hard as you could, anything to create distance, “Done?”

“Oh, don’t worry, sweet girl,” Aemond closed in once more, “I’m not done with you. But I am done hiding what we have. I’m done sneaking around Helaena and our friends. I’m done pretending that it doesn’t bother me when other guys flirt with you at a party. I’m done being your hookup. But I am not done loving you. In fact, I only want to be with you properly from now on. How does that sound, darling?”

The breath hitched in your throat as your eyes went wide in pleasant shock. Words were lost on you. All you could do to reply was feverishly nod your head before kissing him once more.

At your eagerness, Aemond began to strip both of you out of the clothes that now only added layers of separation from each other. The shared kisses would only momentarily pause as he pulled your top off or you tugged at his shirt for him to remove.

Finally left in just your underwear, he paused to look at you. His eye did not wander down your body as it typically would. No, Aemond’s eye was trained on your own eyes with nothing but adoration behind them, “I do love you, and have loved you for a while now.”

You giggled at his statement, softly swatting at his lean chest, “C’mon, loser.”

Taking his hands in your own, you began to tug him into your room. He willingly followed with a chuckle of his own, even lightly spanking your bottom once passing through the door frame.

At this, you shoved him back onto your bed, being quick to straddle him. Continuing with your teasing, you ground yourself over his clothed erection, little grunts escaping his barred teeth. Aemond’s hands moved from your hips, up to the clasp of your bra, discarding the garment by tossing it elsewhere in the room. His large calloused hands then moved over your chest to cup the tender flesh of your tits. A small whimper escaped past your lips when his thumb rolled over your sensitive nipple. He continued his own taunts by rolling the bud between two fingers.

Finally, when he had his fill of the tease, Aemond rolled you both over to where you were pinned on the mattress beneath him. A few strands of silver hair had fallen from the loosely tied bun and tickled your face and neck. His hands trailed down your body, gently grazing the skin and leaving goosebumps in the trace of the digits. They lowered down your body until resting at the band of your thong.

With a smirk, Aemond hooked a finger under the band and released it, watching it snap against the skin of your hip. He chuckled at the whine that poured from your surprised face. Then, he hooked his fingers once more and removed them completely, leaving you bare before him. Though you had been naked before him many times before. Aemond took a moment to scan over your body and admire every curve and dip. You were a painting he would admire for eternity.

Aemond then moved forward once more, taking one of your legs against his chest, the ankle hooking over his shoulder. Slowly, he began to pepper kisses from your calf, down your inner thigh, before being faced with your heat. He kissed your thigh once more, before pressing his lips to the sensitive bud at the apex of your cunt. Your reaction caused him to chuckle once more, before he licked a broad strip from your entrance to your clit, “Fuck… you’re so wet for me already.”

His head then bobbed up to meet your lustful gaze. A smirk played at his lips, “Though I’d love to make you come three times over with my tongue, I want to love you. I want our bodies to be one tonight.”

Pressing one last kiss to your mound, Aemond stood, pressing down his boxers as he went. His cock stood firm and leaking with precum, his length was as impressive as always. With one arm wrapped around your leg against his chest, and the other holding his cock, Aemond began to push into your entrance. Once the tip of his head pushed into your warm heat, both of you moaned out in unison at the sensation.

He completed the thrust, fully sheathing himself inside of you. With the position he pulled you into, the head brushed against the spot that made your head spin. As he began to gingerly rock into you, setting a slow pace, the euphoria began to spread through your body.

Aemond dipped down lower as he thrust into you, with your calf dangling over his shoulder. With each cry of his name, he would kiss the skin of your thigh to affirm how well you took all of him, “That’s my sweet girl, moaning out my name so sweetly.”

The pace of his thrusts then began to increase, causing him to drop your leg. Instead, you wrapped them around his torso, bringing Aemond’s lips to meet your own. Passionately, you shared a kiss once more, the lingering taste of your still on his tongue. He rocked into your with a loving force, his compliments never once stopping between each kiss and moan.

The knot in your lower stomach began to become too much. Aemond knew this from the way you clung to his shoulders, eyes scrunching in absolute pleasure, “That’s it, love. You’ve been such a good girl. Go ahead… come for me…”

His gentle words coaxed you to a blissful release, a daze washing over you. Aemond continued to thrust into you, chasing his own release. Moments later, Aemond reached his high as well, peppering your face with kisses as your slick and his seed dribbled out of your cunt.

Softly, he removed himself, allowing you both the space to breathe deeply. Spent from the evening and aftershocks of your orgasm, Aemond took it upon himself to clean you both up. He moved from the bed, getting you a glass of water and a gentle cloth to clean you up with. His movements were gentle against your sensitive area and he spoke soft praises as the euphoria finally released you.

When he returned to your bed, Aemond moved both of you under the covers. He pulled you into his chest, pressing tender kisses to your forehead. Looking up at him, you offered an affectionate smile, “I guess you were right.”

Aemond chuckled at the words but fell silent again. He took a breath before speaking once more, “I love you, sweet girl, and I am more than happy to be yours.”

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pockeymcmockey · 2 years

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𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 | 𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

Summary: After Aemond takes the eye of his niece as revenge, he realizes he's made a mistake he may never get to fix...

Warnings: Angst, violence, blood, major injuries, ages follow the show and not the book, Reader goes by female pronouns, reader is the only child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, conceived during the brothel scene, cute matching moment between Aemond and Reader.

Author's Note: This is the edited version whereas I realized the original did not build as much of a relationship between Aemond and Reader as I would've liked. I hope this is much better to read!

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ | 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱

A belching roar echoed throughout the stone walkway. Aemond's hand clutched the eye Lucerys attacked using his brother's dagger. Jacaerys stared with wide eyes at his uncle, whom was yet to react in any other way except sob for his missing eye. Guards and handmaidens rushed in at the gargling cry that intruded the quiet halls. Princess [Name] stood, frozen in horror at the act her younger brother has committed.

As the children were gathered in the King's chambers, Rhaenyra and Laenor were quick in their steps to reach their own children. Laenor checked on the boys while Rhaenyra sought out any scars upon her eldest's skin, only to find her unscathed. Rhaenyra held her daughter to her chest and turned to face her father and the Queen.

"What has happened? Why are my children scared out of their minds?" Rhaenyra breathed heavily, scared out of her own mind, worried about her children ending up as corpses one day. This wouldn't be the first time she found herself defending her children, finding that Alicent quite enjoyed trying to push punishment on them, especially her boys.

"Is this how you raise your children, Princess?" Alicent antagonized the Targaryen Princess with mocking words. "Allowing them to strike their own kin because of a beast?" The Queen narrowed her eyes at her former best friend, holding her youngest child close to her chest much like Rhaenyra. Aemond, while in his mother's hold, wouldn't take his stare off of his niece. She was older than him by two years, same age as his older brother, only months apart.

Aemond always had quite the strong feelings for his niece. Since he could remember she was always in the background, braiding his hair, sewing his clothes, fighting his battles. She was a gift from the gods to him. But he didn't want her to fight his battles. In fact, he almost resented her for thinking he was too weak to fight for himself. That resentment bubbled up into hatred, and he could think of nothing but.

Princess Rhaenyra, heir to the Iron Throne, sent her boys back to their respective bedrooms before checking once more that her daughter was unharmed. The younger Princess kept her apologizing gaze on Aemond, brows furrowed and a frown evident on her lips. Her eyes said "I'm sorry" but Aemond could only see pity, blinded by the hatred he grew to have for the girl.

Princess [Name] Targaryen, First of Her Name, returned to her bedchambers to sleep off the frightful events of the night. She found herself having trouble falling into slumber, fluffing up her pillow did not serve to alleviate her insomnia. Out of options—and patience—the princess asked for a bath to be prepared. When the white, pristine tub was displayed in front of her and the handmaids assigned to her aided in her undressing, [Name] sunk into the scolding water that would boil any other man.

The Princess dismissed her handmaidens, wanting isolated time to think upon what has transpired. Silence filled her chambers until a creak of her wooden door alerted her of someone's presence. Aemond stood with his hands behind his back in a defensive stance. His expression was one of true spite, vengeful, even. Before the princess knew what was coming to her, a scar was plastered on her left eye.

Blood slowly seeped out of the jagged wound slashed across her eye. The Princess held a trembling hand over it but the blood kept pouring. She used the undamaged eye in her possession to look up at her uncle, he wore the face of a boy who'd kill for his own greed. He was unfazed by the tears welding up in his niece's eye, or how she whispered his name repeatedly, asking him why he would do such a thing.

"An eye for an eye." Is all he spoke before storming out of her bedchambers to hide in his room. The Princess stood in the tub, droplets of translucency rolling down her figure and back into the mahogany puddle of blood. She used one hand to wrap herself in a robe while the other tried and failed to keep any more blood from spilling out. During her fiasco of dressing as appropriately as she could, Jacaerys and Lucerys both charged into her room.

"Seven Hells!" Lucerys cursed, earning an elbow nudge from his older brother. "What happened to you?" The youngest finally asked. Before the Princess could answer, their mother walked through, wondering why her children were still up. When she saw the damage made to her daughter's eye, the heir lost her resolve and sent a guard for her father.

When the King and Queen enter the Princess' chambers, they both find horrified expressions upon their faces. Rhaenyra sits beside her daughter, holding her protectively as Daemon checks his daughter's eye to see just how much damage his nephew caused. When the Rogue Prince was complete with his task of scanning his daughter, he turned to his brother and the Queen.

"That little cunt of yours blinded my daughter, brother." Daemon rested his weight on his sword, the Dark Sister, before speaking up again, "I'm sure he won't mind being a cripple for the rest of his life. I'll make sure he's still able to use his arms." Daemon chuckled at his own jest. The King raised a hand and shook his crown-bearing head, scolding his younger brother for speaking in such manners, about his own nephew at such.

"I'll personally have a talk with my own son if that's alright with you, dear brother?" Viserys Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andal, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm and Prince of Dragonstone, slouched toward his granddaughter. The two Targaryens, Grandsire and granddaughter, had quite a close relationship. Since she was born Viserys has done nothing but spoil her. She had the best than her own brothers.

Rhaenyra asked her father to step outside the chambers with her to discuss the issue at hand. The heir offered to leave for Dragonstone, feeling as the Red Keep is no longer safe for her children anymore. Viserys reluctantly agreed, wanting nothing but safety for his daughter and grandchildren. The Princess Rhaenyra calmly walked back inside the bedchambers of her oldest child, born full Targaryen with platinum hair and violet eyes that could pierce any mans heart with just a look.

The Targaryen heir and her children headed for Dragonstone that night. Just before leaving, [Name] caught the eyes of Aemond whom heard his parents quarrelling about his stunt this evening. Her gown blew behind her from the evening breeze and her hair that glistened like snow under the moonlight made her much better to admire from afar. Aemond looked away and to his hands, clenching them to where his growing finger nails left crescent stab wounds in his palms.

That night, the King and his wife, Alicent Hightower, berated Aemond for committing such a heinous act. The King more visibly upset about it than the Queen, whose only hope was that her son's recklessness wouldn't get him in too much trouble one of these days. Aemond spent the rest of his hours of the night wallowing in regret, knowing he mistook his hatred for Lucerys as his hatred for [Name], acting out on her instead of his attacker.

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𝕾𝖎𝖝 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗...

The Princess [Name], given the title "The Princess of Vanity and Vengeance" for her breathtaking Targaryen beauty and the relentless fist she pounds into her enemies. On this day, the princess bares an eyepatch over her eye, hiding the consequence of her moment of weakness. Of course, no one would blame her, she was just a young girl, but the older princess, the one who pierced armour and led armies, would not allow herself to be seen as such any longer.

The eyepatch she wears reminds her of her biggest failure. Failing to protect her family and herself. Would things be different if she had told on her brother? Would she still have her eye? Questions she asks herself everyday hoping she'd somehow, someway, come up with the answer. But for now, she will head to the Red Keep with her parents and brothers. Being the only daughter, and the oldest at that, came with many challenges as men were more hesitant to listen to her than if it were her brother Jacaerys or even Lucerys.

Riding in on dragon-back, [Name] lands her dragon, Llanerion in the center of the courtyard, announcing her presence through actions. The white-bellied, blue scaled dragon shook the grime off his scales and allowed guards to lead him to the Dragonpit. As the Targaryen family entered the Keep, Rhaenyra and Daemon split up, heading toward the King's chambers. The children were made aware of the King's illness but do not know the extent of it which is best left unsaid.

Jacaerys called for his brother and sister to join him on the training grounds, wanting to get some practice in if he is to be King someday. [Name] was offered the role of heir by her mother but has denied that privilege, only wanting to live alongside the King or Queen as a warrior fighting for her people. Her mother had never been more proud of her.

The Princess [Name] noticed a crowd of men circling two others but paid them no mind, offering her helping services to her brother who gladly accepted, knowing his sister was one of the best sword fighters in Westeros. The two eldest children of Rhaenyra stood at attention, their swords crossed in an 'X' position, readying for a match. As their swords began to clink and slice against one another, the attention of the men surrounding Aemond and Ser Criston were redirected to the heir's kin.

[Name] ducked under the blade of her brother and kicked at his calf, knocking him off balance and bringing her sword around to dig into his neck just a bit. "If you are to be King someday, you must know how to outsmart your opponent, Jace." The princess offered her advice to the boy on the receiving end of her blade. Jacaerys huffed and took the hand of his sister who helped him up.

Applause startled the princess when she turned around, only to find the matching eye of her uncle staring at her with an expression unreadable. She glared swords at him and sheathed her own into its holster, climbing the cobble stairs from the training grounds to the halls of the Red Keep. Lucerys and Jacaerys noticed the longing gaze their uncle gave their sister and they followed her actions, narrowing their eyes at the man who ruined their sister's life.

Aemond returned to his chambers after training, removing his eyepatch, noticing how the loss of the eyepatch did little to repair his vision. He smirked at his remembrance of his niece with an eyepatch as well, giving her the benefit of looking almost unnoticeable to the prince. But Aemond knows her eyes, he knows her lips and he wishes he knew her touch but he allowed anger and revenge to cloud his mind. He ruined what he could've had with her and now he may never get another chance.

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