{26} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor
Pairing: Ateez X Reader
Words: 7,671
Warnings: The later half still needs to be edited, sorry! Bit of angst to start. Mental Illness: Anxiety, Depression, PTSD. Suggestive content. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Surprise! A bit of an early update for you all since I do want to split this final part into two chapters. I’m sure you can all probably guess what’s going to happen next after reading this one, but I figured I'll end the first book off on a lighter note before starting the next book in the series! I really hope you still enjoy this part, I think it’s fun! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Part Eighteen - Part Nineteen - Part Twenty - Part Twenty-One - Part Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three - Twenty-Four - Twenty-Five - Mini Masterlist
There’s a voice. No, multiple voices calling out to you through the fog. You can hear them, just above the noise in your head. The more you focus, the more you realize that there are two distinct calls of your name. They sound almost frantic, pleading with you to wake up.
Wake up!
Just wake up!
A shuddering gasp escapes your lips as you sit upright in bed. Your chest heaves, feeling fresh tears lingering on the skin of your cheeks as you bring your hands up to rub at your eyes.
Softly, you can feel two hands caressing your back. One strokes over your upper spine while the other rests much lower, thumb stroking tenderly against your skin.
“Shhh, Darling, it’s okay,” Jongho’s soothing voice reaches your ears. Nothing but worry is reflected on his features as he shares a glance with the other male to your right.
“We’re right here, Dearest,” Yeosang whispers, noticing how with each breath you take you seem to be calming down, even if only the slightest. “She can’t hurt you anymore.”
The sound of your bedroom door flinging open causes you to jolt lightly in their arms, all three of your gazes being drawn to the now open doorway to see both Mingi and Yunho hastily entering the room. Seonghwa follows close behind, San a mere step behind him as worry pulls at all of their features.
Before any of them can ask what happened, you’re speaking. “Bad dream.”
For the past four days, you’ve been tormented by night terrors. Visions of what happened to you swim through your mind, and usually, any one of them are able to shift your thoughts onto something more peaceful in order to let you rest. Only this time, they couldn’t.
No matter how hard Yeosang and Jongho tried, they couldn’t reach your mind. All they could do was watch as your dream tormented you with your past memories of Miyeon torturing you in that damn chair. Except, whenever the eight of them were supposed to show up in your dream, they never did.
Shifting slightly on the bed, Jongho pulls you into his lap. Gently, he cradles you in his arms as Yunho comes to sit on the edge. Carefully, the elder of the two places a hand onto the side of your face, nothing but concern tugging at his brow.
The arms you have wrapped around Jongho squeeze him tighter, eyes falling shut as fresh tears cling to your lashes.
“Every time-“ you begin, voice small and barely above a whisper as you swallow the dryness clinging to your throat. “Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is her.”
“Baby,” San immediately sits on the end of your bed with Mingi right beside him as Seonghwa moves closer to you.
“It’s like she’s living inside my head, and I don’t know how to get her out,” your whole body begins to tremble lightly as a tear slowly begins to make its way down the side of your cheek. “And I know I’m safe now. I know you’re all here with me, and will do everything in your power to protect me, but trying to reason with myself just isn’t working. The harder I try to rationalize with these thoughts, the worse it gets, and I just-“ you turn your head away from Yunho, burying your face into the side of Jongho’s neck as you hold him tighter. “I don’t know what to do.”
No longer can you hold back the desperate sobs that wrack your entire body. You feel completely and utterly devastated inside, every single event of the past week catching up to you. Your mind is a wreck, and you physically don’t feel any better, either. Yes, they’ve been there with you every step of the way, but even with their constant reassurance and support, you still feel lost.
How one woman could so easily come in and tear down every single wall you had built around yourself for protection only adds to the emptiness you now feel. Despite their protection, the worst part for you is that you now feel as if you cannot protect yourself, which is far worse than anything else.
You hate feeling powerless. You hate letting people have control over you.
Jongho’s arms are wrapped tightly around your figure, keeping you pressed against his chest as you continue to sob into his neck. Softly, he coos sweet, comforting words into your ears, both Yeosang and Yunho brushing over your back lightly with their hands.
The six of them share a look. A look full of worry, but also, silent understanding.
“Petal,” Yunho’s soft tone draws your attention to him once your sobs have quieted down for a brief moment. “Do you-“ he clears his throat as he meets your tear filled gaze, “do you want one of us to take the pain away?”
It’s slight, but your whole body tenses within Jongho’s hold.
Seonghwa sits on the edge of the bed, right beside Yunho. His gaze reflects nothing but concern as he looks at you softly.
“We can numb the memories so they’re not as difficult for you to remember,” he says gently. “If you’d rather forget them, we can do that, too.”
“We just don’t want you to suffer because of her anymore,” San adds, keeping his voice low as he watches you being held in his brother’s arms.
“I won’t lie, I have thought about it before.” You avert your gaze almost shamefully, voice barely above a whisper. “To have one of you sever the emotions I feel whenever I even so much as think about what happened to me.”
“But you haven’t.” Yeosang observes, hand continuing to stroke lightly over your back.
You turn your head to meet his gaze. “I can’t.”
You can see the question forming on his lips, and you’re sure the other five are all thinking the exact same things. So, before they can ask, you’re speaking once more.
“As much as I want to, I cannot ignore my own trauma,” you say. “If I ever-“ you let out a long exhale through your nose, “if I even want to begin to process it, I have to acknowledge it. Having one of you make me forget, or simply becoming numb to the emotions feels like I’m taking an easy way out. It’s not fair to myself, or you. I don’t expect you all to take away all of my bad memories as soon as they happen. I can’t, and I won’t.”
“Alright, Starlight,” Mingi nods subtly. “As long as that is what you want. We just thought we’d offer.”
Your eyes flutter closed as a sense of calm begins to wash over you seeing as you’ve managed to calm down for the moment. Slowly, you curl yourself closer into Jongho, letting out a small hum in acknowledgement. “I appreciate that, Min. I appreciate all of you.”
The hold Jongho has around your body tightens ever so slightly.
“What can we do, then, Darling?” He whispers lowly into your ear, chin resting lightly on your shoulder. “What can we do to help make it better?”
You’re quiet for a moment as you ponder over his question.
“I-“ you sigh, eyes falling to the pillows on the bed behind him. “I don’t know."
A brief pause.
“Let me think about it, okay?” Your soft voice fills the room once more just as both Wooyoung and Hongjoong appear. The two males had been out scouting for Dimitri and Malik for the evening, only to sadly find nothing of either of them. “I’ll probably have some better ideas in the morning, but for now, I just really want to sleep.”
“Alright, Darling,” slowly, Jongho begins to lay you back down beside him on the bed.
Immediately, Yeosang is wrapping himself around your back, pulling your body into his arms so that you’re pressed right up against his chest. Much to Jongho’s annoyance.
“I don’t-“ you close your eyes, curling into the two males on either side of you. “I don’t want to have another nightmare.”
“Would you like one of us to-“
“Yes,” you cut Hongjoong off before he can even finish his question, “please.”
The eight males all share a look, silently debating on who will be the one to give you pleasant dreams for the rest of the night, watching over your mind the whole time.
“Sannie,” your voice calling his name draws all of their attention.
“Yes, Baby?” Immediately, his eyes are locked on your figure, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice for anything and everything you might need.
“Don’t make me chase you out with a bat this time.”
You feel Jongho chuckle slightly against you, his chest shaking as he recalls the way you made him summon you a bat to ‘bash San’s kneecaps in’ with the one time he tried to invade your dreams. Looks like his brother is getting a chance to finally redeem himself.
“I promise you won’t have to this time, Baby,” he chuckles lowly, already focussing on protecting your mind and filling it with the sweetest images for you to fall asleep to this evening.
“Good,” you hum, eyelids already drooping as a wave of tiredness washes over you. “I trust you.”
Almost as soon as those words leave your lips, you’re out like a light. Your chest rises and falls evenly, breaths coming steadily with each inhale you make.
For once, your mind is silent, filled with nothing but soft images of your favourite animals surrounding you and making you feel safe. Softly, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, and for the first time in days, you finally manage to sleep through the night.
Morning comes, and you actually feel a little better than you have been lately, considering your mood over the past few days. Luckily, thanks to San, Jongho, and Yeosang, you slept much better last night, feeling more rested as you slowly wake up.
Going about your morning routine is second nature to you, not even focusing in on what exactly you’re doing. Still, you manage to take a quick shower to freshen up, getting ready for the day shortly afterwards. At least this allows you time to think.
Today is the first day in a week where you’ve decided to put your void back up, even if only for a little bit. It did keep Miyeon out for quite a while, and you could really use some privacy for your thoughts for the moment. Besides, it’ll allow you to properly think out ways that will help you without one of the guys chiming in every five minutes asking if you’re okay.
The way you can still feel one of them brushing tenderly against your void as you do this does cause a small smile to tug at your lips. At the very least, you know they care, and that they will always be here for you, in whatever ways that they can.
Stepping out of the bathroom, you notice both San and Jongho sitting on the one couch in your room. You can tell from the way that they smile at you as soon as you appear that they’ve been waiting for you this whole time.
“I brought some fruit for you, Baby,” San’s eyes never leave your figure the entire time you make your way over to them.
“Thank you, Sannie,” once you reach him, you lean in to place a tender kiss onto the side of his temple.
Reaching down, you grab the bowl of fruit from the table and sit across from them on the opposite couch. Immediately, you curl into the corner, tucking your legs into your side as you pull a pillow onto your lap.
You take a bite of fruit.
“How are you feeling this morning, Darling?” Jongho asks softly, nothing but worry shining within his eyes as he looks at you.
The corner of your lips tugs upwards slightly, a sort of sad nod to your head in acknowledgement. “Better.”
“Good,” he manages to meet your gaze as your eyes dart up to his own. “We’re glad.”
“Thank you, for last night,” you say, taking another bite of fruit before you’re shifting to look at San as well.
“Of course, Baby,” he smiles at you tenderly. “You know we’d do anything for you.”
“We want to help in whatever ways that we can.” Jongho adds, assuring you with a gentle nod of his head.
“I appreciate that more than you know,” you reply. “I just don’t want it to feel like I’m making my problems your own.”
“You know we would never think that.” Mingi’s voice coming from behind you manages to make you jump. “Sorry, Starlight.”
“I’m serious about those bells if you’re going to keep doing this to me,” you shoot him a playful look, noticing how he holds a fresh glass of water in his hand, of which he immediately passes to you.
You share a brief smile as he sits in the chair closest to you between the two couches.
“Baby,” San’s voice is drawing your attention back to him for the moment. “You know you could never burden us with your problems, right? Please don’t ever think that you are.”
You look down at your lap, pushing around the fruit in your bowl.
“We are here for you in whatever ways we can be,” Jongho reminds you. “And if it’s space you need, then we’ll do that, too.”
“Though, some of us may complain a bit more than others,” Wooyoung’s voice coming from the open doorway draws your attention.
“Yeah, and you’ll be the biggest one,” Yeosang follows right behind him, the both of them instantly making their way over to the sitting area where you are.
“I never said that I wouldn’t,” Wooyoung grins, quite literally hopping over the couch to sit beside you before Yeosang can have the chance.
The elder of the two shoots a glare at the younger, stopping only briefly to place a tender kiss onto the side of your temple before moving over to the opposite couch and sitting between San and Jongho.
“We just want you to know that you do not have to go through this alone, Dearest.” Yeosang makes sure to meet your gaze, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees so you can know just how sincere he is in his words. “You never have to go through anything alone ever again.”
“Even if you didn’t want to worry us with your problems, I don’t think we’d be able to stop ourselves,” Seonghwa appears, now sitting in the chair opposite Mingi’s at the other end of the table. “Your happiness and wellbeing are our number one priorities.”
“I’m sure you can recall Seonghwa saying that if you hurt one of us, you hurt all of us. Right, My Love?” Hongjoong’s voice coming from your left draws your attention to him next as you nod faintly. Carefully, he sits himself on the arm of the couch opposite you as he meets your gaze. “That also extends to you.”
“All you ever have to do is tell us what you need, Petal, and we will do everything in our power to provide it for you,” Yunho appears, sitting beside Wooyoung on the same couch as you.
Gently, Wooyoung reaches over and places a comforting hand onto your calf resting right beside him.
“Take as much time as you need, Angel,” he makes sure to keep his voice soft as he smiles tenderly at you. “We’ll be right here with you the whole time.”
All you can manage is a nod of your head as you feel your heart swell with fondness and love inside of your chest. Looking around at all of them, you can see the sincerity shining within their eyes. Though, that much is obvious, for you could hear it the whole time in their words. A fact which could not make you happier, or feel their support for you more than in this very moment here in time.
“We’ll get through this,” Wooyoung squeezes your calf gently. “Together.”
You smile softly, gently placing your own hand over his. “Together.”
Eight soft caresses to your mind answer you, allowing yourself to sink further into the comfort this moment brings you with them. The best part is, you believe them. You believe that you can and will get through this, one step at a time.
A brief silence settles around the nine of you as you finish off the rest of the fruit in your bowl. It’s not awkward by any means. In fact, it’s quite comfortable, and allows you time to think of how you want to word your next few ideas to all of them that you’ve been pondering over the last hour or so.
“I’m glad you’re all here with me,” a soft smile pulls on your features as you spare a glance around at all of them.
The eight content rumbles you can hear lightly echo throughout the room only serve to warm your heart even further than it already is.
Reaching forward, you place the empty bowl onto the table, leaning back into your spot soon after.
“I’ve also done some thinking since last night, and I do have a few things to ask of all of you,” you begin, a nervous exhale escaping you as soon as the words leave your lips.
Again, Wooyoung’s hand squeezes your calf reassuringly.
“Anything, My Dear,” Yeosang breathes, leaning forward the slightest bit, just as all of his brothers do.
“I-“ the words die in your throat as you attempt to speak them out loud now. You take a deep breath in, clasping your hands together on top of the pillow still held in your lap. “As I’m sure you’ve all deduced by now, there is nothing I hate more than feeling powerless.”
You glance up from your hands to see them all watching you intently, slight nods to their heads as they wait for you to continue.
“If this is going to work out between all of us, and-“ your voice catches, and you exhale another breath through your nose, “and I am to become your Queen, then I do not want it to be a case where I am solely reliant on all of you to protect me. I want to be able to defend myself, and others, if such a situation calls for it.”
You can hear the way a few of their breaths hitch in their throats around you, but you still do not dare look up from your hands.
“I know it’s asking a lot, and I know I’m still only human, but I need to take at least some form of control back in my life.” You continue. “This is the best solution I could come up with for now. I do not want your own subjects disrespecting you by disrespecting me, or thinking that I am too weak to handle my own.”
“They would die if they so much as implied that you were,” San growls, hearing his brothers rumble out their agreement around him.
“This just adds to my point,” you briefly glance up to meet San’s gaze. “If you all act for me, then it will look like I cannot handle my own. I do not want your subjects to think I own you. We need to appear as a collective. As equals.”
“Always,” Yunho breathes.
“Without question.” Hongjoong confirms, a slight growl to his words.
“Exactly,” you slowly begin to meet their gazes, lifting your head as you begin to gain more confidence the more your speak. “Except, that might be a little difficult for some people to accept if I’m still only a weak little human who cannot defend herself.”
They all share a brief look with one another.
“We really wish you wouldn’t refer to yourself like that, Starlight,” Mingi is the one to voice all of their thoughts, causing you to turn your head to meet his gaze.
“It’s true, though,” you reply bluntly. “I’m not able to do much on my own right now, but if I knew how to defend myself, I might be able to fight back. I mean, it might not make much of a difference against your kind as I am now, but at least I could say that I tried.”
A pause.
“There are ways-“ Seonghwa clears his throat, drawing your attention to him for the moment. “There are ways for you to become like us. If you wanted.”
“You mean…?” You trail off, eyes wide.
“Yes.” Yunho confirms with a nod, clearing his throat in the next second. “We could turn you into an entity like us. A powerful one, too.”
You hesitate, looking around at all of them briefly. “How?”
“It would require you to give us a piece of your soul in exchange for a piece of ours.” Hongjoong explains, a slight tremor to his voice.
At the way you can see them all visibly shaking, realization crosses your features.
“You’ve discussed this before.” Not a question, but a statement of fact.
“Yes,” Mingi breathes, his eyes fluttering shut as he attempts to prevent them from flashing black.
“We will not lie to you, Darling,” Jongho’s voice rumbles out, slightly lower than it was mere minutes before. “It is one of our greatest desires.”
“There is no act more intimate than the merging of souls with the one you love.” Yeosang meets your gaze, and the darkness you can see swirling within his eyes has your breath hitching in your throat.
“It is the ultimate demonstration of vulnerability and trust between souls.” San’s reply is near breathless, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he looks towards you. “You would receive a piece of our life-energy, and in turn, we would receive a piece of yours.”
“But we would never force it upon you,” Wooyoung is quick to add. “Always, we want it to be your choice. Even if-“ he stops himself, diverting his gaze to the table in front of himself as his entire demeanour drops. “Even if you choose to never merge souls with any of us, and you want to remain a human until your very last breath, we would never force such a thing upon you.”
Again, you reach out and place your own hand on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
“I figured there was some sort of demonic magic thingy you’d all have to at least make me immortal at some point,” you say, and you notice how they all turn to look at you with hope shining within their eyes. “I didn’t realize you’d be able to turn me into one of you.”
“Equals, remember?” Jongho grins, a tension releasing from his shoulders as you smile back.
“Believe it or not, I’ve come to terms with something like this happening a while ago,” you hum, relaxing further into the couch. “I am curious on how it would work, though. Would it have to happen all at once, or would the splitting and merging of my soul eight times simultaneously potentially kill me?”
“It could be done individually over a period of time, or all at once.” Hongjoong confirms. “It’s completely up to you and what you’re most comfortable with.”
“I’m not saying it’s going to happen any time soon,” you hold up a hand slightly in a pause motion. “I just want to understand what I’m committing to before the time comes.”
“We understand,” Yunho responds lowly. “It is a sacred ritual, and once it is done, it cannot be undone.”
You nod. “Now, when you say intimate, how intimate are we talking?”
All eight males share a look.
“What?” You quirk a brow.
“Well,” Mingi clears his throat, “it would connect us in ways we haven’t been before.”
“You’re not telling me it’s some kind of sex ritual, are you?” You deadpan.
At the way their eyebrows all raise slightly, sharing another look between all of them, you blink.
“So, you’re telling me,” you sigh, bringing a hand up to rub at the side of your face, “that in order for this ritual to take place, I either have to fuck all of you individually at separate times, or we all have, what? A giant orgy?”
Both Mingi’s and San’s faces begin to go bright red, the tips of Yeosang’s ears fairing no better. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Seonghwa shift in his spot, crossing his legs over one another. Even Jongho cannot hide the way a blush begins to creep up his neck, Hongjoong shifting subtly on the arm of the couch.
Yunho clears his throat.
“If that’s what you wanted, Gorgeous, we’d be more than happy to oblige,” Wooyoung leans in to whisper lowly in your ear.
A shiver caresses your spine as you feel his breath tickling your neck with every low exhale, the hint of a growl lingering in each one.
Slowly, you bring a hand up, using the tip of your index finger to push his cheek away.
“Slow down there, Demon Boy. We’re not there, yet.” Your voice comes out a bit shaky, and they can tell you’re just as affected by the thought as they are for the moment. “I was just asking for curiosity’s sake.”
“So, what I’m hearing is that it’s not a definitive ‘no’,” Wooyoung grins, a twinkle shining within his dark gaze.
You spare a glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. “We’ll see.”
Eight pleased growls reach your ears.
“It’s too soon to be talking about this,” you wave a hand in front of yourself. “Anyways, is that all there is to the ritual then? Just the exchanging of pieces of our souls? No bloodletting, or anything like that?”
A snarl nearly tears itself from Hongjoong’s throat, crossing his one leg over his knee as his whole body begins to heat with the implications of your words.
“Not unless you wanted there to be.” Seonghwa breathes, hands desperately clutching at the arms of his chair for dear life.
“Would you-“ Jongho clears his throat. “Would you be okay with something like that? Just in general?”
“What? Bloodletting?” You quirk a brow, noticing how he nods, a bit eagerly, in response. You smirk. “I might be.”
Eight low growls reach your ears, yet none are as loud as the snarls that tear from Hongjoong’s, Jongho’s, Mingi’s, and Seonghwa’s throats.
“This is not the proper time to be discussing these things,” you wave your hands in front of yourself once more. “We’re getting way too off track here.”
“We’re just asking for curiosity’s sake,” Mingi hums, a hint of a growl to his words as his brow quirks slightly in amusement.
“We can discuss these topics later. At a point where I’m not teetering on the edge of mental distress every half hour,” you say.
“Of course, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles reassuringly at you from across the table. “Please, continue with what you were saying before.”
“Thank you,” you smile back, shifting your legs so that your feet now rest on the floor, much to Wooyoung’s disappointment. “As I was saying, I want you all to train me.” You cross your one leg over the other, extending your arms over the back of the couch as you lean further into the cushion behind you. “Teach me how to fight, and to properly defend myself. I am tired of being the damsel. I am done feeling like I’m powerless. I am ready to become Your Queen.”
Each male can feel the way their breath hitches in their throat at your words. The way you’re sitting, body open and commanding their attention, screams regality in every way, perfectly mirroring your words even if you don’t realize it. A fact which makes their hearts flutter within their chests.
At the way the silence stretches on between you all, you start to worry.
“Even if you don’t all agree, if at least one of you-“
“We’ll do it.” San breathes, successfully cutting you off before you can start to ramble nervously.
“We had already thought about it, anyways,” Jongho admits, a bit eagerly.
“We’re just glad we’re all on the same page,” Mingi grins, eyes crinkling at the sides as you meet his gaze.
“We’d be more than happy to teach you everything that we know, Dearest,” Yeosang draws your attention to him next, a smile on his face.
“As long as this is something you want, we are more than happy too oblige,” Yunho adds, leaning forward slightly in his seat.
“Listen, if we’re going to be spending the rest of our lives together,” you begin, noticing how eight pleased growls sound lowly around the room at your words, “then I also want to be as badass and intimidating as My Kings. None of this ‘sit pretty and let us handle it’ shit.”
“You wouldn’t sit still, anyways,” Seonghwa jokes, a teasing grin tugging at his features.
“Exactly,” you grin back, meeting his gaze. “Besides, I never expect any of you to fight my battles for me.”
“We know, Darling,” Jongho smiles assuringly at you.
“Doesn’t mean we won’t try,” San adds, knowingly.
“Oh, believe me,” you chuckle. “I know.”
Leaning into your side, Wooyoung sighs dreamily, “I can’t wait to teach you all about poisons.”
“Just picturing her holding our weapons of choice is enough for me,” Seonghwa breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he leans further back into his chair.
“You’re telling me,” Hongjoong finally speaks, nothing but a pleasant hum to his lips.
Wrapping your one arm around Wooyoung’s shoulders, your eyebrows raise in amusement. “Need I remind you all that you’ll be training me, not getting a free pass for sexy times.”
“I think you underestimate the power you have, just implying that you want to learn how to wield any one of our weapons of choice, Dearest.” Yeosang’s low tone surprises you the most, considering that you wouldn’t have expected those words to come from him.
“Yeah, any more mental fantasizing, and our youngest here may start drooling,” Mingi teases, receiving a pillow thrown at his face from said man in the next second.
“Like you’re not envisioning the same damn thing.” Jongho grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
You giggle, and the sound is like music to all of their ears.
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, yeah?” You grin. “There’s still a few things that need to happen first.” A brief pause. “Well, they don’t need to, I’d just like them to.”
“Anything.” Yunho breathes, gaze locking with yours from across the couch.
“This actually leads me to my next request, but I’d like to visit my parents. Preferably tomorrow.” You state, sparing a glance around at all of them. “I need to talk to my mom. She’s always been there for me when I’ve needed her, and it’s been months since I’ve been home. I want to take full advantage of seeing my family whenever I can, for however longer I can. They won’t be around forever.”
“You don’t need to explain yourself to us, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles softly. “We understand.”
“Now that there’s one less threat to worry about, that shouldn’t be a problem,” Wooyoung curls in closer to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist as he hums contently.
“Our wards should still be in tact around your parents house, anyways.” Yunho adds.
“Did you want one of us to go with you?” Hongjoong clears his throat. “As an added protection in case something were to happen?”
You blink. “You’d actually let me go by myself?”
At the way they nod, even if somewhat hesitantly, you huff, clearly impressed.
“And here I was thinking I’d have to fight you guys on it.” You hum, amusedly.
“We never want you to feel like you cannot see your family,” Hongjoong responds. “We know how important they are to you.”
Your heart warms, and you find yourself nodding lightly along to his words.
“Well, I did want to speak with my mom privately at first,” you say. “Then, depending on how things go, I would really like to formerly introduce my parents to the people that I love.”
A collective stillness passes over the room as their eyes shine with nothing but fondness for you.
Wooyoung looks up at you, eyes shining with unshed tears. “You want us to meet your family?”
“Only if you’re all okay with that. I would never want to force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with,” you go on to say, smiling softly down at him. “I also don’t know how well they’re going to take to me being in a relationship with eight men, but I don’t want to keep this from them if I don’t have to. You all make me happy, and I know that’s all my parents have ever wanted for me. I would like for you to meet them.”
“Starlight,” Mingi’s voice trembles slightly with the weight of his emotions, a single tear trailing a path down his cheek.
“We’d be honoured.” Yunho finishes, voicing the thoughts on all of their minds as an overwhelming sense of joy and love swells within their chests.
You smile. A brilliant, shining smile that lights up the entire room as your eyes shine with excitement. “Great! I’ll call my mom later and make sure they’ll be home tomorrow. I want it to be a bit of a surprise.”
“A surprise?” Seonghwa quirks a brow.
“Ironically, Sundays are the days my family spends together. Usually, my sister and her husband come over for dinner, so my mom spends the day cooking. It’s usually a guarantee that they’ll be home, but one can never be too sure.” You shrug, subconsciously beginning to rub your thumb against Wooyoung’s shoulder, much to his content.
“Just let us know,” Seonghwa nods once in confirmation.
“Of course,” you turn your joy filled gaze towards him, and the eldest swears he can feel his heart stuttering inside his chest. “I have a plan, anyways.”
“A plan, you say?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.
“Like I said, it all depends on how things go if and when I talk with my mom tomorrow,” you reply. “I don’t think showing up with eight men right off the bat would be good for either of my parents. Let me test the waters first, and gage their reactions before all of you show up. The last thing I need is to give my parents a heart attack.”
“Alright, Starlight,” Mingi chuckles. “We’re just excited, is all.”
“Either way, we’ll make sure to be on our best behaviour,” Yunho shoots both San and Wooyoung a pointed look.
“Hey!” They both whine at the same time, causing you to chuckle.
“If anyone needs to behave themselves, it’s Handsy over there,” Wooyoung grumbles, burying himself further into your side as he shoots Seonghwa a pointed glare.
“Track record shows you’re in second place in terms of not being able to control your hands, Demon Boy,” you tease, poking his cheek lightly.
Teasingly, Wooyoung attempts to bite at your finger.
“So, really, you can’t blame us,” Seonghwa finishes with a casual shrug, only causing you to laugh once more.
“Oh, believe me, I don’t.” You grin knowingly. “If you knew half of the shit that I’ve fantasied about with all of you, I’m pretty sure my back would have been blown into next week by now.”
Eight snarls greet your ears, their eyes flashing black as their gazes fixate on you.
“Darling, you can’t just say something like that and not tell us more,” Jongho practically moans out as his lips part, heated gaze locked on your figure.
“Well, I guess that’s just something you’ll all have to find out in due time, then,” you giggle, a devious grin pulling onto your lips.
“No fair!” San pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So, you don’t want to know at a later time?” You quirk a brow teasingly at the male across from you.
“We’d just much rather know sooner rather than later, Angel,” Wooyoung’s voice rumbles out, nothing but a low growl as he turns his head to face you.
“And I’m sure you will,” you reply, brushing some of his hair back from his forehead. “I know for sure that I’m not the only one with my own little fantasies.”
At the pointed look you shoot Hongjoong across from you, the male straightens, even if only slightly.
“Anyways,” you chuckle once more, “we’re getting off track again.”
“Can you blame us?” Yunho clears his throat.
You smile at him from over top of Wooyoung’s head. “So, tomorrow, just be prepared to meet my parents.”
“We’ve never been more ready for anything in our entire lives.” Seonghwa admits, voice barely above a whisper.
“I think you’ll all get along with them just fine,” you say, watching as they straighten a bit from your subtle praise. “Though, I’d prefer it if you’d refrain from reading their thoughts.”
“We’ll do our best.” Yunho promises.
“I appreciate that,” you nod, a small upturn to your lips. “I can’t wait to see my dad attempt to intimidate you.”
Their eyebrows raise in amusement.
“Be prepared for these two questions,” you tell them, “one: ‘what are your intentions with our daughter?’. And two: something to do with your occupation.”
“Well, I’m not entirely sure ‘making her the Queen of Our Realm’ would be a sufficient enough of an answer to question one.” Hongjoong jokes, and you find yourself grinning along with him.
“My mom might swoon, but yeah, my dad might not be as impressed,” you laugh. “I’m sure you’ll all think of something. However, if you need conversation topics, my mother is an interior designer, and she loves to cook and bake. My dad, on the other hand, loves music, and is an author.”
“Is that where your love of books comes from?” Yeosang inquires.
“Most likely,” you shrug. “My mom was also the one who taught me to play the piano, so there’s that.”
A slight mewl from your feet draws your attention in the next moment, Kuroo jumping up onto the arm of the couch beside you. Immediately, you bring a hand up to begin scratching at his chest.
“You’ll also get to meet another fluff ball,” you say, noticing how Kuroo looks at you with those big, golden eyes of his. “Don’t worry, Little One, Sammy could never replace you. Though, he is a bigger Monkey than you are.”
A few chuckles sound around the room as Kuroo stands a little straighter on the arm of the couch.
“Unfortunately, you cannot come with us,” you lightly scratch Kuroo’s head, watching as he blinks at you in response. “Listen, if Weserton shows up, you will not be having a good time.”
“Weserton?” Yeosang quirks a brow at you from across the table.
“My sister’s dog.” You clarify, seeing nods of understanding all around.
“Is his name actually Weserton?” San’s brow furrows.
“Oh, no, that’s just what I call him.” You chuckle. “His name is just Wes, but I thought I’d make it fancy and combine it with Bridgerton.”
“What kind of dog is he?” Jongho asks.
“He’s a German Shepard.” You grin. “A fact which my sister will tell you all about.”
The way a fond look begins to shine in your eyes has all of them practically swooning once more. Nothing but tender love and affection fills their gazes as they watch you recount little details about your family, sharing them with all eight of them now.
“Anyways, I probably shouldn’t tell you everything about them before you meet,” you shift slightly, making yourself more comfortable on the couch as Kuroo crawls on top of the pillow still sitting in your lap. “Leaves more to be discovered tomorrow.”
“We appreciate you telling us all that you have, still,” Yunho speaks, voicing his brother’s thoughts for the moment. They can tell that even though you’re excited, you are a little nervous about the fact that they’ll be meeting your family for the first time.
“Again, we promise to be on our best behaviour,” Seonghwa reiterates, sharing a look with all of his brothers around the room.
You nod, that soft smile pulling at your lips once again. “I trust you.”
A comfortable silence settles over the nine of you.
“That’s pretty much all I had for the moment,” you say. “Unless you all had something for me.”
They all share a look, and you do not fail to see the way Jongho, Mingi, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa all shift slightly in their spots. Even Wooyoung turns slightly in your arms, a knowing gleam shining within his eyes.
“I can think of a few things,” Mingi chuckles.
You simply quirk a brow in response.
“Now then,” Jongho breathes, drawing your attention to him for the moment, “on to other important matters.”
“Yeah, like how you gave San one of your sweaters to wear first.” Wooyoung pouts, crossing his arms over his chest as he sits up and out of your embrace.
You shrug, “he said he was cold.”
“Starlight, you know both San and I can regulate our body temperatures at will, right?” Mingi leans towards you, keeping his voice low as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“No,” you quick a brow amusedly, turning your gaze towards San who is now glaring at Mingi. “I did not.”
“I’m surprised he even took it off,” Yunho chuckles. “He’s been wearing it every day since.”
“More like living in it.” Seonghwa grumbles, crossing his own arms over his chest.
“The only reason he took it off is because he spilt-“
Hongjoong’s words immediately get cut off as San slaps a hand over his Captain’s mouth. A nervous smile rests on his face as your eyebrows raise in amusement.
A look of disgust pulls onto San’s features, a whine escaping his lips as he tears his hand away from Hongjoong’s mouth. Immediately, the younger male starts wiping the palm of his hand on Hongjoong’s thigh, muttering curses about how the elder male licked him all the while.
You laugh, one of your own hands buried within Kuroo’s fur as you notice San pouting in your direction now.
“You know, if you guys want to wear my clothes, you’re more than welcome to-“
The words are hardly even out of your mouth when Wooyoung is flinging himself over the back of the couch and rushing towards your closet, Jongho and Seonghwa not far behind.
“You two,” you point towards San and Mingi, “are not allowed to touch my favourite sweater. Not after the last time.”
“It was an accident!” Mingi attempts to defend himself, lips tugging downwards in the corners.
“I don’t care,” you shake your head back teasingly, eyes wide. “I don’t want to be doing emergency surgery on the sleeves of my favourite hoodie every time you two decide to play tug of war with the material.”
“What are you two? Feral dogs?” Jongho reappears with one of your oversized crewnecks covering his frame, an amused look shining in his eyes as he sits back in his seat.
“Says the one who practically growled at me when I went to reach for the sweater you’re wearing,” Seonghwa muses, one of your many hoodies fitting comfortably over his body as he settles back into his chair.
“I’m surprised nothing else got torn apart,” Yeosang comments, burying the lower half of his face into the neck of the fuzzy jumper he’s now wearing.
“I don’t know, Joong and Wooyoung were fighting pretty intensely over that one shirt,” Yunho hums, reappearing on the one end of the couch wearing another one of your hoodies.
“I swear to everything-“
“Don’t worry, My Love,” Hongjoong reappearing on the arm of the couch in front of you wearing one of your cardigans manages to cut you off. “We figured it out.”
“More like I won,” Wooyoung’s smug voice greets your ears as you turn to see him walking over wearing one of your oversized t-shirts. A large grin rests on his face as he plops himself back down on the couch beside you, immediately leaning into your side once more. “Your clothes are comfy.”
“At least we can all agree on that,” Jongho hums, a collective sigh of bliss escaping all of them at once.
“I didn’t realize how many hoodies you own,” Mingi comments, burying himself deeper into the one he currently wears after sitting back down in his chair.
“It’s cause I only wear the same five in rotation,” you snort. “They are my favourite article of clothing. I think I must have at least twenty in counting.”
“So, what I’m hearing is that we can borrow them at any time?” San grins, appearing on the couch opposite you wearing another one of your cardigans. Only his is done up, with nothing underneath.
“As long as you tell me you’re the one that has it, borrow whatever you want.” You shrug, nonchalantly. Though, at the way you see Wooyoung’s eyes flash, you’re quick to add, “not my underwear.”
“Damn, and here I was thinking we’d get a free pass,” he grumbles, shaking his head teasingly.
“Don’t push your luck, Demon Boy,” you poke his cheek affectionately, feeling him smile against your side as he pulls himself closer into you.
Softly, you begin to thread your fingers through Kuroo’s fur, smiling as you hear him begin to purr in your lap. The affectionate stares you can feel being sent your way has you relaxing into this moment, right here, right now, with all of them. Already, your mind has started to calm down, and you cannot help but revel in this feeling.
Yeah. You could get used to this.
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The Silver Dragon (3/?)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character
Word Count: 2885
Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.
Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.
Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?
Chapter Summary: Though Arianwyn wants nothing more than to devour the book Aemond gifted her, she finds herself tear her mind from Aegon’s taunting words. But as she recalls a difficult conversation with her cousin and lady’s maid from the night before, she decides that perhaps she does not want to be married – ever.
Warnings: Mentions of rape
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The Book
Arianwyn sat at one of the great oaken tables in the library of the Red Keep, elbows on either side of the great tome before her as she pressed her balled fists into her still-flushed cheeks. She had been waiting for the answers contained in this book for more than half her life, but now that they lay before her, all she could think about was her cousin’s words.
“As soon as your father acknowledges you’re alive…”
What did it matter that Daemon acknowledge her? Had she not been taken in by the King and Queen themselves? Lived in their castle, raised alongside their own children? Was she not the Lady of Runestone, head of a noble house in her own right? Why should her fate be determined by a man she had never met?
Daemon Targaryen was across the Narrow Sea, living happily with his young wife and two daughters. According to the latest ravens, a third child would be joining them soon. Did Lady Laena even know about her stepdaughter – Baela and Rhaena of their sister? Did they care? Did they yearn to know her as she did for them?
Likely not, she told herself. Daemon had remarried before Arianwyn had seen her first full moon. He had not written to inquire about her health, nor that of her mother. He had said nothing before fleeing across the sea. Thirteen years had passed, and he had never once written to his firstborn daughter. He did not want her as part of his family.
“Aria?” Aemond’s soft voice broke her from her racing thoughts. He had been wholly silent as they raced through the stone corridors of the Red Keep, passing by her chambers to retrieve the book before coming to the library.
Now, he sat across from her at their usual table, a stack of parchment in front of him. They had been here many times before – at this same table, delighting in each other’s companionship and curiosity. True, their hours here had grown quieter in recent years. They were no longer the rambunctious children they once were. Aemond would readily admit much of the fault in that lay with him.
He was not as happy as he once was.
But he was still happy here, in their place. It was perhaps the only place he could still depend on to find comfort and respite. Here, he was never alone. Even if Arianwyn was elsewhere, he could still find her in the books. The winding rows of shelves held happy memories of their childhood, when they first delved into the paper forest in search of knowledge.
Here, they had uncovered the great tales of their ancestors and felt the great legacy that sat upon their shoulders. Only now, Aemond realized the true, overwhelming weight of that legacy.
He had been ten when he first realized his fate – that of the second son.
In all the stories they read, both of Old Valyria and the First Men, the second son never got a happy ending. Most died young, having been sent to battle in the place of their more valuable elder brother. Some survived, living to see their sibling take the throne. Of these survivors, many became valuable advisors and received the great honor of being mentioned, however briefly, alongside their King’s noble deeds. Others earned more notoriety by attempting to build their own legacy. Whether they tried to usurp the throne or establish their own lands, those men died bloody. From what he could glean from the stories, the best he could hope for was to fade into the annals of history.
Aemond had never told Arianwyn of this revelation. He knew she would not understand.
She still saw the glory and romance of these stories. And why shouldn’t she? As the only daughter and heir of an ancient Westerosi house, and a dragonriding descendant of Old Valyria, there was no doubt that her story would be a legend told for ages to come.
Until fate decided otherwise, Aemond would cherish being a small part of that legend.
Arianwyn dropped her hands from her face, draping them over the book he had given her only that morning. “What?”
Her steely eyes were more distant than Aemond had ever seen them. No girl should look that way on her nameday. “Are we going to read the book?” He asked, tapping his quill on his parchment for emphasis.
She looked down at the faded title pressed into the linen. Then, to Aemond’s delight, a smile finally came across her lips.
“You never told me how you found this,” she said, carefully prying open the ancient tome.
Aemond grinned eagerly. This was a story he had waited a long time to tell.
“I wrote to my Uncle at Oldtown,” he began. “Not Hobert – Devran, the Maester. He is an archivist in the library at the Citadel. Maesters there have been studying the Runes since the Andals first came to Westeros. I told him how important being able to understand them was to you, as the future Lady of Runestone.”
Arianwyn looked away from his bright purple eyes, focusing instead on the inscription on the book’s first page. She did not want him to see her blush.
He continued, “Devran spoke to the other archivists and the Conclave to find out if they had any information there that we did not and if he could get permission to send it here. But they had nothing to send.
“When King Jaehaerys made peace with the Faith, he ordered copies made of everything in the Citadel. Knowledge is powerful, and he did not want the Maesters to be the only ones able to wield it.“But the libraries of the Citadel were not exhaustive. A few libraries of the older houses, especially in the North, had books the Maesters considered unholy. An initiate from north of Winterfell told Devran about the library at the Wall. It is small and ill-cared for, but it has been untouched for hundreds of years. So he wrote to the Maester there – I forget his name – and found out about this.”
He reached across the table and touched the page, indicating the full title. Deciphering the Runes of the First Men: A Theory of Translation. The author’s name had long since faded. “I don’t know how accurate it is. Devran made sure I knew it was only a theory, but it is still more than you ever had before. I had my mother write to the Maester at the Wall to get it sent here. It took two months; I was almost worried it wouldn’t arrive in time.”
Hearing his tale, Arianwyn’s smile had returned in full force. That was why he had spent so long trying to find this perfect gift. There was no sight quite like that smile. It illuminated her whole face, sending a delicate sparkle into her silver eyes.
He loved looking at that smile.
“I don’t know how to thank you, Aemond,” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from the book. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, “just read.”
Happily, she did.
-
Hours later, both children lay underneath their table, their stiff chairs long abandoned. Instead, Aemond lay on his belly, chin resting on his crossed arms as he tried yet again to decipher the page in front of him through increasingly blurred eyes. Arianwyn lay perpendicular to him, using the flat of his back as a pillow while she sorted through the dozens of pages parchment Aemond had filled while she read aloud.
Again, they were silent. But it was not the angry silence from earlier that day nor the melancholy silence that often followed Aemond. No, this was a happy silence. Comfortable and inviting, as the silence fills the air of a fire-warmed family hall on a snowy day.
Unable to read a single word more, Aemond let his head topple onto the book in front of him.
“Aria?”
“Yes?” The shuffle of paper told him she was still committed to their task.
“Why did Aegon make you so angry? Earlier, at the party. What he said was no worse than usual.”
The sound of paper stopped, and the pressure lifted from Aemond’s back as Arianwyn sat up. She did not face him but crossed her legs and folded her arms around her.
“Because I am afraid to be married.”
“What?” Aemond shot up so swiftly that he hit his head against the bottom of the table with a loud ‘thunk.’ “But you haveto get married someday. It’s your duty. Why should you be afraid?”
Arianwyn scoffed, “And it will be your duty to go to war one day! Are you not afraid of that?”
“Of course I am,” Aemond insisted, “but that’s war, not marriage!”
“Marriage can be just as dangerous!” she whispered, too soft for him to hear. For the second time that day, her mind drifted back to the night before.
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After dinner, Ser Gerold Royce had insisted Arianwyn retire to her rooms early. He claimed she needed rest to be ready for the party the next day. But when the door closed behind them, he dismissed all her servants but one. Brynna Taler, who had formerly been a lady’s maid to her mother, Rhea, was allowed to remain.
Arianwyn knew immediately that something was wrong. Gerold cared for her deeply, there could be no doubt of that, but he had always been nervous around her. She had simply assumed that, as he had no siblings or children of his own, he did not know what to say to her. Indeed, as he sat in front of her now, elbows on his knees, he seemed visibly to be struggling to find words.
Brynna, at last, stepped forward. “Tomorrow shall be an important day, Lady Arianwyn. Your cousin wishes to speak with you before the party to prepare you.”
Arianwyn looked between her cousin and her maid. “What is there to prepare for? It is a party.”
“It is not just any party,” Gerold said, speaking at last. “It is the party celebrating your thirteenth nameday. The Queen and I have discussed it, and we agree that tomorrow is the right time for you to start... meeting the young men of the realm.”
“But I have already met them,” Arianwyn said, puzzled by her cousin’s words and grim tone. “Most of them, at least. They have been to court before.”
Gerold laughed once, an uncomfortable sound. “Yes, I know. But it is time you start to… get to know them better. To consider them not just as visitors to court, but as potential companions.”
“I don’t understand,” Arianwyn said, beginning to mirror her cousin’s nerves. “I already have friends.” She looked toward Brynna, “And companions.”
The maid smiled. “Oh, my dear child. Allow me to explain.” She walked toward her ward, kneeling on the floor in front of her. “Ser Gerold and I have both feared this day, but we have put it off for too long.”
She cupped the girl’s face in her hands, savoring her innocence. “Tomorrow, the Queen shall introduce you – or reintroduce you – to many of the noble boys your age. For when the sun rises, you shall no longer be a girl but a woman coming into her own.”
Arianwyn shied away from Brynna. “I am not a woman until I am twenty-one, when I take charge of Runestone.”
“That is when you shall come into your title,” Gerold said. “But you will be a woman before then. And though I am loathe to admit it, a woman needs a husband. You need a husband.”
At last understanding, Arianwyn nodded. “So, I must meet him tomorrow.”
“No!” Both adults shouted at once.
Gerold cleared his throat, “tomorrow is only the beginning. We let the nobility know of your eligibility and allow you to meet their sons. No decisions need to be made tomorrow, nor the next day, or even in the next year. But we do need to begin somewhere, so it shall be tomorrow.”
Arianwyn nodded. She had expected a husband to come more naturally. He would save her from tripping on a dance floor or bring her wine at a ball. She had even imagined, on occasion, of saving a dashing young knight with Emrys, and together they would fly off to Runestone. She had never expected to meet him by appointment.
But she was the Lady of Runestone. To marry and bear children was her duty. No, this would not be like the stories she had read for so long.
“I understand. I will do my best to present myself well tomorrow.” She stood from the couch and began to make her way to her private chambers.
“Wait.”
Arianwyn turned back, unsure what else there was to say. But a grim look from both her companions chilled her blood. Tentatively, she stepped back to the couch and sat down. Such a gloom fell over the room that she dared not speak.
“It is time you learned how your mother died.”
Tears sprung to Arianwyn’s eyes at the memory of the gruesome tale. She had always known Daemon did not care for her, but she had never imagined the depths of his cruelty. She was so consumed by her thoughts of grief that she did not notice when Aemond crawled along the carpeted floor to sit beside her.
Noticing her wet eyes, he put an arm around her. “Why are you afraid to marry, Aria?”
She could not tell him. Gerold had told her so. They could not predict what Daemon would do if the tale got out. Besides, there was no law against a man raping his wife, and the King had never truly punished his brother before.
“I am afraid,” Arianwyn started, “because I do not want to leave. King’s Landing is my home, and all my friends are here. I don’t want to go back to Runestone with only a stranger for company.”
She supposed it was not a lie. The Red Keep had been her home since she was two months old. Except for Gerold, all her family and those she cared about were here: the King, Queen Alicent, Helaena, and Aemond.
“Then I shall come with you,” Aemond declared, sitting as tall as he could under the table. “I shall travel to Runestone with you and your husband, and make sure he is kind and treats you with honor.”
Arianwyn smiled. He had no idea how reassuring those words were, even if what he proposed was impossible. “And what will you do if he does not? If he is cruel to me?”
A fire blazed in his violet eyes, the fire of so many Targaryen kings and conquerors that came before him. “If he does anything to harm you or even make you sad, I shall cut off his head and feed it to Emrys!” he declared, entirely serious.
A brief moment of devoted silence passed between them. But in a heartbeat, both children collapsed into laughter, their studies and troubles forgotten.
Queen Alicent Hightower observed them from between two distant shelves. She had witnessed the confrontation earlier at the party but had been too deep in conversation with some Lord from the Reach to intervene. Not that her interventions had any impact on how her children behaved. Not anymore.
“Were there any tempting offers?” her father’s voice rumbled behind her. He had been sneaking up on her like this for years – she did not flinch anymore. He had only been back at court a few days – ostensibly for Arianwyn’s nameday – and already he was grating on her nerves.
Alicent sighed, hand instinctually flying to grasp the amulet around her neck. “A few. None I plan to pursue.”
“Hmm,” her father placed his hand around her shoulders to lead her away from the sharp ears of the children. “I think I best to seal her betrothal while her father remains in Pentos. We don’t want to lose that advantage.”
The Queen brushed off her father’s arm. Rage took root in her heart at the mention of Daemon, the horrific tale Gerold had relayed to her just hours ago still ringing in her ears. “Arianwyn is not a political advantage to be leveraged.” Her voice was as fierce as she would allow in the quiet of the library. “She is my niece, dear to me, and a great friend to my children – two of them at least.”
Otto blinked, raising his chin to look down his nose at her. She hated that look. He only fixed her with it when he considered her behavior foolish and immature.
She steeled herself to continue, “She is a young girl who has lost her mother and been abandoned by her father. I have no doubt that if he ever returns, Daemon will see her as a pawn for his own aims. Until she comes of age, there is little I can do to protect her from him – or any other man who seeks to manipulate her. So, I will do what I can for her while I still can.”
Not waiting for a response, the Queen swept out of the library.
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