✦ AEMOND AND HIS LADY WIFE. ⋆ small confrontations. cw. manipulation, submissive!aemond??
The moonlight filtered through the open curtains, its silvery glow mingling with the flickering light of the hearth. The dancing flames cast shifting shadows across Aemond’s sharp face as he knelt before you, resting between your legs like a supplicant at a sacred altar, seeking divine absolution from the goddess he had claimed as his wife — his greatest triumph, second only to Vhagar.
And yet, in some quiet corner of his mind, he believed you were even more difficult to tame, and far fiercer than the ancient dragoness. If such a thing were possible...
A book lay open in your lap, its pages capturing your full attention. Though Aemond’s intense violet eye remained fixed on your face with unwavering insistence, you continued reading, never once sparing him so much as a glance over the spine.
His lips pressed together in frustration. He placed a hand on your ankle, but the touch seemed to mean nothing to you; your mind remained lost in the cursed pages.
“Can you not even grant me the small satisfaction of acknowledging my presence?” he asked, his usually silken voice now edged with a rasp of irritation. “Or will you continue to dismiss me as though I were a spoiled child?”
A heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the soft crackle of burning wood. You had hoped he would grow bored and leave, but Aemond was not one to surrender. When he desired something, he seized it. And right now, he wanted your undivided attention.
“‘Spoiled child’?” you echoed in a neutral tone, raising an eyebrow without lifting your eyes from the book. You turned a page. “Spoiled children run through corridors and steal eggs from farms. You mount your beast and reduce entire villages to ash simply because the day displeased you.”
His lips thinned. His single violet eye widened, regarding you with that familiar glint of madness to which you had long since grown accustomed. Clearly, your words had displeased him — though you had spoken only the truth.
His long fingers slid beneath the hem of your skirts. Despite the rage trembling through him, his touch remained feather-light, almost fragile, as his fingertips traced up the curve of your calves.
“Do you truly believe I did it out of a mere tantrum?” he hissed, narrowing his eye and tilting his head like a serpent poised to strike. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your legs, firm yet careful not to bruise. “Those villagers bred like rats. They spawned traitors. I did only what needed to be done. In time, you will understand.” His tone grew patronizing. “For you, I can be a patient man.”
“You’re not very good at apologizing,” you said, finally closing the book, though your interest in your husband remained distant.
“Because I do not regret it.”
The swiftness of his reply made you raise your brows on instinct, though it hardly surprised you. He never hesitated. His hand continued its slow, reverent caresses along your skin, as though he were unaware of the motion.
“I did it for you,” he continued when you offered no reply. His lips brushed against your knee, a soft pressure that bled warmth through the delicate fabric and into your skin beneath.
You finally gave him a measured, intrigued look — the first spark of hope he had seen in the entire exchange. A small but twisted smile darkened his features for a fleeting moment. Good. You were listening at last.
His lips continued pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the curve of your knee and up the inside of your thigh.
“Did you think I would allow you to rule at my side while pestilence and betrayal swarm beyond our walls?” he murmured against the cloth, his breath warming the fabric with every word. “I will place you on the throne.” Another kiss. “I will make you queen.”
quick note. I apologize for the lack of content lately !! I'll try to focus on some quick self-indulgent drabbles before working on more requests. Sometimes my mind just decides to turn off randomly. <3
