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Chapter two Chapter three
Aemond Targaryen x Auntie! Reader
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Summary: The younger sister of King Viserys and Prince Daemon finds solace in Rhaenyra and Alicent children, because she cannot have her own. Prince Aemond Targaryen is experiencing a childhood crush, which he plans to carry through the years and ask for his aunt's hand in the future.
Word count: 3K
Warning: Allusion to incestuous relationship
King's Landing.
Aemond felt awkward and embarrassed. The prince kept casting glances at his dear aunt, noticing how beautiful she was with silver hair gathered into a complicated hairstyle and a charming voice. The young woman often comforted Aemond after the ridicule of his older brother and nephews, but he also experienced conflicting emotions. He loved her, he wanted to entrust his emotions, experiences and thoughts to her, and he wanted to be honest with her in everything. However, he did not want to seem like a boy to her, on the contrary, he wanted to become a man for her, on the contrary, so that he could calm her down by whispering tender words in her ear.. He was afraid to remain a "little" prince in her eyes.
Aemond hated her lord husband. The princess was married when he was still very young to be aware of this world. As he knew, it was a marriage of convenience, or he wanted to hope for it. Nevertheless, what he had seen when Lenerys and her lord husband were together suggested otherwise. Languid whispers, light hugs and gentle, chaste kisses hurt a small heart worse than the mockery of Aegon and the bastards of Rhaenyra.
The Targaryen Prince was smart, he thought. His princess didn't have any children by the vile lord, surely, it's not easy? She doesn't love him and doesn't want to give him children? It sounds logical, and most importantly gives him a sense of relief.
"Princess, forgive me for asking, but why don't you have children with Lord Arryn?" – Aemond tried to show true childish curiosity, but for the sake of authenticity, he added, - I would like more brothers and sisters.
The young woman raised her eyebrows in surprise, she did not expect such a question from her nephew, -- This is ... a difficult question, my dear,- and it was hard for Lenerys to talk about this topic. Unlike her smug brothers, she is destined to give birth, to experience hellish pain…But, by the gods, they tried. Lenerys did not love her husband, as he did her, they had lovers, and they were not against it, because everyone got what they wanted, but duty is duty. Many nights together did not give results, the princess was even upset, and her lord husband only calmed her down without putting pressure on her. However, after what happened to her daughter-in-law, her beloved Aemma, the young woman was overwhelmed by fear. She wanted to die like a dragon rider, in the fire from which she was born, but not on a bed with her stomach cut open. So, almost 7 years. «Moon tea» almost became her most "favorite" drink, and she was glad that neither Viserys nor Damon pressed her. Well, the latter was only joking, caustically commenting on this situation, in his style.
- Sometimes, something doesn't work out, that's all. – Aemond did not get specifics, he still had no idea about the reason for the princess' lack of children, and he understood that she was not telling the true reason.
Lenerys gave her nephew an appraising look, the kind from which he was always embarrassed and turned away from her, pretending to look at the grass. It always made her laugh, but the princess did not show it, because she did not want to hurt his pride. As usual, the prince turned away from her, shifted a little in place and continued:
- That is how. I understand, Lady Arryn, a woman's lot is hard, that is what my mother said.
"Seven, don't call me Lady Arryn! - The woman blurted out with a disappointed sigh, - I am sorry for the abruptness, but I'm more comfortable and familiar with the Targaryen treatment, I have the blood of dragons and Old Valyria in me after all.
- Do you... hate being 'Lady Arryn'? - Aemond perked up after such a reaction from his aunt. The child's heart was aflame again.
- Oh, my spring dragon, not really.
- Do you would like to return the name of our Great House, right? - The Targaryen Prince spoke without hesitation and with great confidence, more asserting than asking. Hope burned with renewed vigor and heat in his heart.
- I'm sorry, Prince Aemond, Lady Lenerys,- a maid appeared out of nowhere for Aemond, but Lenerys noticed her on the way and was glad that she interrupted such an awkward conversation, - but the queen is calling the young prince to her chambers, please come through.
The Prince looked more disappointed than ever. He cast a sad glance at the woman, as if apologizing, to which Lenerys gave him a warm smile that made butterflies flutter in his stomach. Aemond withdrew.
King's Landing. Garden.
After the "Pink Dread", Aemond quietly whimpered in the arms of his beloved aunt. He needed comfort, and he knew he could get it from her, even more. While he sobbed, lying on her chest, Lenerys stroked his head, whispering soothing words in high Valyrian. How good is her pronunciation…
- Do not worry, you will have a dragon, my prince, I believe that he will outshine everyone, and will be the biggest of all, - the person continued, - then Aegon and your nephews will not dare to laugh at Aemond Targaryen.
He pulled away from her warmth reluctantly, looked at her with tear-stained eyes and a swollen face, - Do you... do you really think so? – Targaryen woman smiled affectionately, tucking the tangled strands behind his flushed ears and cupping his childishly plump face in her hands, how cute he was.
- Of course, my Aemond, - his heart skipped a beat, - do not tell anyone, but when I was your age, my brothers, Viserys and Daemon, also made fun of me, insulting jokes. – There was no bitterness from the memories on her face, on the contrary, a slight smile. Moreover, she began her story. Lenerys told him about all the pranks that Daemon did mostly, but Viserys wasn't always indifferent either. About how they doused her with water before seeing the future grooms, about how they mocked her because of the small size of her dragon and other stories. Aemond listened to her, memorizing every detail. He was so engrossed in the story that he did not notice how the maid brought tea and lemon cakes. He also did not notice how he began to eat one cake after another.
- My prince, are you feeling better now? - He realized that he had not taken his eyes off his aunt, maybe he hadn't even blinked.
- Oh, yes... yes... thank you Auntie! – the boy quickly recoiled from the woman, as if scalded, - thanks again for talking to me!
The woman watched her nephew disappear into the corridors of the Red Castle.
- I noticed you, you can come out. - her tone was much colder than a minute ago, her face assumed a stoic expression with a hint of irritation.
- It is interesting that you devote so much time to my grandson, - the man came out from behind the column, and the sign of the right hand shimmered in the sun. Lenerys looked at the sign with disdain and shifted her gaze to the face of the aging man.
- I love my nephews, - the woman paused, - all of them. What you have decided to do there does not concern me. - Targaryen wasn't lying. She loved the children of both Viserys and Rhaenyras, despite their dubious origins. But she couldn't stand Otto. Hightower seemed to her too many slippery, too lucky, and she tried as best she could to weaken his fusion on Viserys, but alas.
- Aemond seems to be attached to you largely, - the man came closer, - I hardly see him, and when I see him, he is always with you. – He drilled a hole in her head with his gaze, - But I understand you, it is hard when there are no children of your own. – feigned benevolence, disgusting.
- Thank you, Mr. Right Hand, for your understanding.
- To be honest, there are rumors ... so to say, not pleasant, - Otto continued, - noble gentlemen, commoners ... they all whisper about you and Lord Arryn, about your failure as a woman.
Lenerys could see that he said it with pauses, savoring every word. Oh, he enjoyed it.
Master Hand had never loved her or Daemon. For their sharp tongue, for sarcastic glances and for ridiculing him. He liked to see how marrying a lord made Lenerys more restrained, her being was wrapped in chains, she could not disgrace the House of Arryn. It was also played by the fact that the woman obviously loved his daughter, Alicent, and therefore, after the wedding with the king, she did not enter into direct confrontations with Otto, "For sure, she does not want to upset Alicent." It is funny, really. The tenderness and awe with which the woman treated the Hightower girl, Otto always used it against her.
- Oh, yes, evil tongues, - the young woman sighed, - but what is happening in my personal life should not worry you. – Lenerys took a step towards the man, and continued. – Unlike you, I do not climb to you with questions in the spirit of "When will Mr. Right Hand marry a young lady and how quickly will she give birth to his children?", - another step, - or "His grief is so great that his penis is no longer worth it." – now Targaryen was standing close to him.
Otto looked at her without breaking eye contact. Only deep breaths betrayed the boiling rage in him. He remembered how trashy she was as a child, how much trouble she caused. This mean girl has never been a lady, unlike his daughter. She was destined to be born a boy, repeating everything after Daemon, she absorbed impunity and audacity, no tenderness and grace.
- Remember, I did not start today's skirmish. - The woman reached out to fix his badge, but his hand quickly intercepted her. She only smiled at such a gesture, and when he released her, she quickly left.
Driftmark
- Aegon says my sister is an idiot, - Aemond complained, - she's his future queen, she's good and kind, she can be strange... but isn't a mystery adorning a woman?" That is what you said!
- M, I think you're right. – Lenerys listened to her nephew and maintained a dialogue with him, but her attention was focused on another prince.
Aemond followed her gaze and saw his uncle, Daemon. According to the stories of his princess, she and Daemon had a special bond in their youth, before he went beyond the narrow sea. This fact angered Aemond. Nevertheless, he comforted himself with the fact that they also have a special bond, and as he hoped, it will become much deeper as he grows up.
- You have been staring at him long enough, Auntie, - Aemond said, more out of resentment, a little sarcastically, ah, young child.
- As you might have noticed, Aemond, - her tone was cold, goosebumps ran down the prince's back, - Daemon's wife died, his children are sad, like himself. I am thinking about going over and comforting him. - The woman sipped her wine.
Young Targaryen felt ashamed of his comment. He didn't mean to offend her, not her. He should be attentive to her and behave with dignity, and not grimace from the slightest twinge of jealousy. But Gods, it was difficult for him. Emotions overwhelmed him at night when he was alone with himself. During the day, he could be distracted from the whirlpool of thoughts by training, his mother and grandfather, arrogant Aegon and bastards Jace and Luke, but at night his mind returned only to her. Knowing the traditions of his family, the boy feared that his lady's heart was occupied by her own lawless brother, and that that very connection was something much more intimate than Leineris had said about it.
Lady Arryn moved away from the Targaryen Prince, under his gaze and bashful gaze, and went to her brother, who, as she already understood, was watching Rhaenyra, her niece.
- You look good, Sister? - Daemon greeted her first with a slight smile, not even looking at her at first, but eventually honored her.
- Like you, - she took two glasses of wine and handed one to her brother, - How are you now? Like Bayla and Reina?
The man sipped his wine, - I'm... fine, the girls are sad, of course. – At this moment, he was not looking at his sister, his gaze was following something else. Alternatively, someone.
Lenerys smiled politely and squeezed Daemon's hand in a gesture of support, and he finally paid attention to her again. It upset her how far away they had become, but Daemon didn't seem to care about that.
She beckoned Daemon with her finger and started whispering something.
The young prince... and his older brother watched this action. Oh, Aegon, as the main bully knew about his brother's strange attraction to his dear aunt, and this became a new topic for ridicule. But, to be fair, Aegon cared about Aemond to some extent and did not talk about his guesses with his nephews or anyone else.
- Do you keep an eye on our aunt, are you afraid that she will be taken away?
Aemond came out of his trance and glanced briefly at his brother, - I'm not looking at anyone, leave me alone. – the second son was confused by the situation, "Not this. Not him."
- If I were you, I wouldn't take my eyes off her either, she's an enviable lady, - Aegon licked his lips maliciously, looking at his relative, at this gesture Aemond gave his brother an angry look, - Hey, don't look at me like that, did I tell a lie? She's beautiful, she looks young for her age, - a pause, Aegon squints his eyes, - Oh, I've never noticed, but look at what shapes she has! I should have found a whore with something like that. – Aegon was not serious; he was not interested in older women, rather the opposite. Well, Aegon had his way, his brother was furious.
- But I think you should give up your pathetic attempts, brother. – Aegon looked like he was giving very wise advice, - Such a lady would not look at a puny youngster like you, - he touched his hands in search of muscles, grinning continued, - and remember, you are the only one of us, even from the bastards of our sisters who don't have a dragon. – For Aemond, the words of his older brother were offensive, they hurt his childish soul, but Gods, his words were the pure truth. From what he heard, Aemond quickly got out of the "embrace" of his older brother and disappeared from his field of vision with wet eyes.
Evening. Driftmark
The woman was walking quickly along the corridor of the palace, the maester barely keeping up with her. She reached the desired room and quickly opened the doors. What she saw truly horrified Leineris. Her nephew, Aemond, had a swollen face, his fresh but already stitched wound was bleeding, and Mather was trying to help the prince next to him. Her horrified and anxious gaze darted towards Rhaenyra and her children. They were covered in blood, Jacaerys had a broken nose, his face was covered in blood, as was young Lucerius.
- Who the hell did this happen?! - Lady Arryn quickly crossed the space between her and Aemond, but stopped next to her, deciding not to violate the space of mother and son. She looked at Aemond with concern and pity, she was looking for his gaze in order to comfort him as usual and habitually, but unlike her, the prince on the contrary avoided her gaze and turned his head so that she could see his healthy eye, and not what was left of the left.
"The children of Rhaenyra mercilessly attacked Aemond with the intention of taking his life! – Alicent spoke with hatred in her voice.
- It was my children who were attacked! – Rhaenyra countered the accusation, - they defended themselves!
For Lenerys, everything was a blur. Did Jace and Luke want to kill Aemond? Aemond wanted to kill his nephews and girls? Did Aemond steal the Vhagar? What the hell is going on here?
- He called us bastards! - One of the boys shouted, Lenerys came out of her anxious thoughts and looked at Rhaenyra, but she was focused on the queen and her disfigured son.
The altercation got even worse. Lenerys was shaking, she didn't know what to do, which side to take? She looked helplessly at Rhaenyra, then at Alicent, then at Viserys, her older brother, with a plea in her eyes to resolve the conflict as soon as possible. The woman tried not to look at Aemond, not because she was disgusted, but in order not to embarrass him even more. It was obvious that her attention was making the situation even worse and more painful for the prince.
"Bring me the eye of Prince Lucerius, Ser Criston."
"You won't do such things to my son!" – Rhaenyra was like a dragon, the dragon was furious.
The altercation between the once best friends became fiercer when Alicent moved on the princess with a dagger, everyone instantly recoiled from them, and then Lenerys noticed her brother Daemon. "That's where you were, watching the performance?" the king's younger sister smiled nervously, but not with joy, more out of anger and nervousness.
"Don't be sorry about my eye, Mom," Aemond began, "it was a fair deal, I got a dragon in return for the eye."
Everyone was looking at the young prince. Moreover, for the first time in this evening full of pain and loss, now the One-eyed Prince looked at his aunt.
