I've followed it since it started; it's one of my all-time favorites. It's so beautifully written, capturing the emotions Aemond feels so deeply, it's breathtaking. I hope Kiddo and Aemond have a happy ending
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•Warnings: pinv, incest, noncon/dubcon, mention of murder•
Dear brother,
I know it may seem foolish to write this letter, and I can almost hear you calling me so when you have finished it. Yet I find myself with thoughts that grant me no rest, and feelings that weigh so heavily upon me that I must, in some way, set them down in words.
I write to you, Daeron, because I believe you are the only one I may trust with them.
You have never been blind to the nature of my bond with Aemond. You saw what lay between us, and yet you did not judge—neither him nor me. For that, I shall always be grateful. Know that my love for you is as constant as your kindness has been toward me.
What Aemond and I share is not easily named. We have long lived as though bound, though no vows were ever spoken. We have loved as though wed, though no sept has witnessed it. Do not think I was misled into such a path. I knew well what I risked, and what it might yet cost me, should the truth be known.
“Fuck– That’s it, love–” He groaned lowly, leaning his head back, squeezing my arse. I immediately leaned down, taking advantage of his exposed neck to kiss it, bite it. It wasn't a big problem, he covered it with his high collar coat. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, keeping my breasts and stomach pressed tightly against him, as he started pushing he hips up, fucking me from beneath me. I immediately kissed him, trying to make him swallow all the loud noises and sounds I would have loved to let the Seven Kingdoms hear.
“I’m gonna make you mine, one day–” He breathed loudly. “Marry you in the sept, and then I’ll let everyone enter at the bedding so that everyone will see and know that you’re mine.”
For years, ours was a quiet secret—stolen hours beneath the cover of night, parted at dawn before any eye could see. It was dangerous, yes, but it was ours, and in those moments, I believed I understood him better than any soul alive.
Now I see I was mistaken.
I first sensed the change in him when Vaemond Velaryon came to court, intent on exposing Rhaenyra and her sons. Aemond was… different. Calm, yet expectant. There was something in him that waited eagerly for what might unfold. I told myself it was nothing more than his long-held desire for justice—for vengeance, even—and thought little more of it.
But I remember the look in his eye when Vaemond was slain. You will have heard how it happened. Vaemond spoke treason, and Daemon answered with steel. It should have angered Aemond, for Vaemond’s words might have served his cause. And yet… he smiled.
I did not understand it then. I do not understand it now.
“Aemond–” I tried to calm him.
“No! No, this… this it’s only his fault, and yet, he gets to live in peace, hidden at Dragonstone with his whore-mother while I am here–” He groaned as he pressed his palm on his temple, then in a gesture of frustration, he tossed the eyepatch away.
“Please, brother, calm down…” I walked closer to him, taking his face in my hands, but he did not meet my eyes.
“He took my eye, and he ran away. Now I’m the one who suffers this damned headache.” He rolled his eye, but he groaned immediately after.
“Dear, please, lay down.” I walked closer, trying to push him to walk back, and after a whining groan, he ,in fact, did it. I accompanied him on his bed, and looked at him as he laid comfortably on the bed.
“I should be training.” He growled, pissed.
“You should be resting, my love.” I retorted, grabbing a cloth wetted with cold water, placing it on his forehead. He let out a sigh of relief.
“I will kill them one day.” He looked up at the ceiling. “I will find a way, but they will pay somehow.”
“Rest, Aemond.” I kissed his forehead, but he grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling my face down so my lips would be close to his.
“I love you. I’ll make you my queen.” He then kissed me roughly, but full of passion and affection
That night, after supper—the last we shared before Father’s passing—Aemond spoke openly what others only dared whisper. He named the Strong boys for what he believed them to be. When Jace struck him, Aemond did not recoil in anger or pain. He smiled again.
It frightened me.
I followed him to his chambers and did not leave until morning, when word came that the King was dead and Aegon was to succeed him. From that moment, all has moved too swiftly toward war.
There is more you have not been told.
When Aemond returned after Lucerys Velaryon’s death, he was not as he had been before. He came to me in the night, seeking comfort—but there was something in him I had never known. A darkness, sharp and unyielding. I will not burden you with the details. It is enough to say that I no longer recognized the man I thought I knew so well.
I suddenly felt cold, right after a sound of ripping. I woke up immediately, sitting up on the bed, only to be roughly pushed back. Someone had ripped open my nightgown in half, leaving me bare. I whined, panic and tears filling my eyes, and I felt a hand on my mouth.
“Shut up.” I suddenly heard him. My eyes shot to where his one eye should have been, my body relaxing immediately.
“Aemond– What–”
“I said shut up.” He growled. I gasped as he grabbed my hips and turned me around on my bed, pushing my face down on the bed.
“Aemond, wait– I’m not ready to– Ah!” I bit down the sheets to muffle as best as I could the sounds of pain as he slipped in one hard thrust inside me, and started thrusting immediately, not letting me have the time to adjust to his presence. I tried to reach him behind me, trying to make him understand that it was painful, but he grabbed my arms and held them on my back.
I heard him laugh as he kept pushing and pushing, groaning for his pleasure.
“Rejoy, my sweet sister, The bastard is dead.” He chuckled. He leaned down, pressing my arms on their place on my back with his chest as he placed his hands beside my face.
“Luke paid his debt, now I wish to feast in your cunt.” He growled in my ear. I turned my head to the side, opening my mouth to beg him to wait a moment, but he quickly slipped his index and middle finger in it, shushing me.
“Don’t you want to make me happy, my beloved? I thought you loved me.” He slipped his fingers out of my mouth, straightening back up, gripping my hips to push my arse back to meet his strong thrusts. I simply let out a little whine, but after that I kept my mouth shut, and my body in the same place he left it.
All I ever desired was to make him happy.
And yet… he is not always so.
There are moments—quiet, fleeting—when he softens, as though the storm within him breaks. He has wept in my presence, Daeron. Laid his head upon my lap as though he were still the boy we once knew. In those moments, he asks forgiveness, though he does not say for what. I do not know whether he seeks absolution from me, from the gods, or from himself.
It is those moments that bind me still.
And yet, I am torn.
He has chosen a Baratheon bride. You will hear of it soon enough, if you have not already. I wish I could claim indifference, but I cannot. The thought of her wounds me more deeply than I care to admit. She has done me no wrong, and still I find I cannot bear the thought of her taking the place he once swore would be mine.
He tells me she is nothing. That I remain his true love. That his promises to me yet stand.
But promises feel fragile in times such as these.
“She— She… I don’t know what you want from me, Aemond, I’m devastated…” I sniffled as I turned around and paced in my chamber, Aemond was still standing by the door, closed.
“Please, my love, she is no one.” He insisted once again.
“She will be your wife! Her offspring will legitimately be yours, and they will be recognised as your firsts children, and if ever there will be a chance to inherit something from you, it’ll go to them, no matter if we end up marrying in the end or not. You can’t pretend that I won’t be hurt, or mad by all of this.” I tried to maintain a calm voice, but it was really difficult.
“You’re still my love.” He walked to me, placing his hand on my cheek, and caressing me with his thumb.
“Do you understand that I feel betrayed? I might be your love, but you’ll be having a wife soon.” I shook my head. “And you will bed her. She will have your child.”
Aemond gritted his teeth, looking to the side for a moment, just like he did when he couldn’t fix a problem. Then, all of the sudden he gripped me by the back of my thighs and lifted me up.
“Then I’ll have to be sure you’ll be carrying my real first born.”
He growled and threw me on the bed.
He speaks now not only of vengeance, but of war with a fervor that unsettles me. It is no longer duty alone that drives him. There is something more—something that feeds upon the conflict itself. I fear what it may make of him. I fear what it may make of all of us.
And I fear that the days we once knew—the quiet laughter, the stolen glances, the foolish joy of it all—are gone beyond recall.
So I write to you, dear brother, with a selfish plea: remain as you are. Turn your eyes, where you can, from the cruelties that now surround us. Hold fast to the goodness in you.
For when we meet again—and I pray that we shall—I would have at least one thing in this world remain unchanged.
She had always felt uneasy going to the shop, to a bar, or to eat outside alone.
She felt like she could guess the opinion of the other people would have of her, thinking she might be alone because she was a bad person or someone to not have around, she felt like they would probably pity her.
Yet, somehow, she couldn’t care less about what others thought of her at that moment.
Not when she was laying on a deckchair with a drink in her hand, and a perfect sunset mirrored on the sea in front of her.
She had no worries.
Aemond surely wouldn’t come looking for her, she knew that much.
He didn’t care about her, and she made peace with how much of a fool she had been to think the opposite.
It was easy to make peace with past mistakes when the view was so good, and life was so easy.
She wrapped her lips back around the straw, and drank more of her drink.
She paused as she heard a deep, masculine voice.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A guy sat beside her deckchair, on the sand, looking at her with a smile.
She turned to look at him, and she let her eyes, hidden from her sunglasses, wander over him shamelessly.
The guy was hot.
Blonde, tanned, well fit, and long legs.
His smile was beautiful.
“Yeah.” She smiled back. “It is. Very beautiful.” She sat up on the deckchair as she looked at him.
“I’m James.” He said. “I’ve been looking at you.” He flashed her again with a smile.
“Yeah?” She bit her lip, blushing. She pulled her sunglasses over her head, pushing back her hair. James nodded, humming.
“Kept asking myself, if I would come here, and ask her out, would she refuse me? Or maybe…” He raised a hand and ran his finger on her arm, tracing with his eyes the path of his finger. “Would she let me take her to the best date of her life?” He looked back up at her, smiling.
She bit her lip harder, chuckling.
“The best date of my life, uh?” She teased. “Maybe.” She raised her shoulders. “What do you offer?” She turned to lean over the armrest at his side, resting her chin on her palm.
“Dinner at a restaurant, sea view.” He leaned forward. “A good company.” He moved closer. “And a private tour to one of the most special places on this island.”
She couldn’t help but smile too, wider than she ever did in the last few months.
She laughed and shook her head, leaning back in her seat.
“She won’t refuse.” She smiled as she looked at him with the side of her eye.
It was as if his face lightened up, his brows raising, eyes widening.
“What a lucky guy.” He muttered with a smirk, never taking his eyes off her.
She never dated much.
She barely dated, actually. Other than a few flings when she was in high school, her love life has always been pretty miserable.
Once she was out of school, she worked as a waitress, trying to make some money for herself.
Pretty useless, since her father claimed them as his own, and used them for his own fun or to pay his debts.
She had some hookups, but dates?
She hasn’t been one in years.
She was actually nervous and excited. She wanted to make a good impression on James.
Back at her hotel, she started preparing mid afternoon, showering, shaving, blow drying her hair, putting cream, even some bodyglitters.
She wanted to be perfect.
She wanted to feel beautiful, so she would believe every compliment James would give her.
If he would compliment her.
Neither her father or Aemond ever complimented her, in any way on that regard.
Would she shiver in pleasure? Would she be able to accept the compliment, or would she shy away, blushing and look somewhere else?
She didn’t know
She took out of the wardrobe a pink dress that shaded lighter on the edges, reminding the petals of a lily, then put on some low, white heels.
Not too much, not too elegant, not too casual.
The colours all accentuated her tan. The make up was light, but effective.
She was ready.
Ready to have a normal date, a normal night, a normal life.
She walked outside of her room, and the hotel, confidently.
She was going on a date with a beautiful man, who looked kind and gentle, and full of energy.
So not Aemond.
She shook her head to physically kick the thought out of her head.
No, fuck Aemond. No Aemond anymore.
She took a deep breath and walked outside, the chilly fresh hair of the evening making her skin prickle.
James walked up to her with a smile, dressed in linen pants and tight elegant shirt.
She noticed he had wide shoulders, and was much taller than her, even if she wore heels.
Almost as tall as Aemond.
He looked good, no, he looked hot.
She smiled at him, taking a deep breath as she approached him.
“Hey.” She walked up to him, her hands clenching around her purse.
“Hey, yourself.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb, moving her bangs out of her face. “You look beautiful. Breathtaking.” He smiled.
“Thank you.” She smiled, blushing as she looked down.
His smile was too much, she couldn’t help but smile back.
He took her hand, guiding her to his car. He opened the door of the passenger seat for her, and helped her inside.
Gentleman.
She had to bite her lip to keep herself from giggling.
No one ever opened the door for her.
She was just… so happy.
She was free, and happy.
“So how did you end up here?” James asked as he settled in the driver seat and started driving. “You’re staying in a hotel, so it’s a holiday?”
“Yeah. A long holiday.” She answered. “I don’t know if I want to travel more or settle here.” She said honestly. “This place… looks like paradise on earth.”
“Yeah, that is true.” He chuckled. “I was born here, and I lived here all my life. This place gives you opportunities for every kind of adventure. Waves to surf, mountains to climb, woods to explore.”
“You’re an adventurous one?” She asked, looking at his profile.
Oh, he was handsome.
“Never stood still since I was a kid.” He laughed.
Oh, he had dimples.
They arrived at the restaurant, and it was beautiful. Every table was far enough to give the freedom to speak and have privacy, a candle sat on top of each of them, casting a low, romantic glow.
The view of the beach and the sea that mirrored the sky full of stars, and the moon, made the restaurant a perfect package for romanticism.
James put a hand on the small of her back, smiling gently at her as he guided her to their table.
He even pulled back the chair for her to sit.
“I really hope you enjoy the food. It’s pretty good here.” He smiled as he sat in front of her, taking the menu.
“I trust your judgment, I'm not picky about food.” She said, crossing her arms on the table and leaning over, not even glancing at the menu, but keeping her eyes on his beautiful face.
“Good girl.” He murmured before catching the attention of a waiter, and ordering wine and food.
She bit her lip and crossed her legs under the table, squeezing her thighs together.
Maybe his form of love was praising?
She liked that.
She wondered if he also used it in the bedroom, if he would guide her with kind and gentle words towards her orgasm and praise her afterward.
It would be an interesting change of scenery from Aemond.
“Tell me more about your adventures.” She smiled as she looked at him, leaning over the table. He placed his elbows on the edge of the table, returning her gaze with a smirk, chuckling.
“What do you want to know, sweetheart?” He placed his elbows on the table. “Something fun?”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
Not even halfway through dinner, she was holding her belly from the pain because of how much she was laughing.
James was a wild one, there was no doubt.
The amount of times he had risked his life during one of his crazy ideas was definitely over the average.
He was fun, he knew how to tell a story, he knew how to pique her interest, and she found herself hungry for more of his memories.
“So, yeah, I don’t truly recommend hiking in flip flops.” He laughed as he took the last sip of his glass of wine.
“But tell me something about you.” He said as he fixed his eyes on her. “Why are you here all alone?”
She took a deep breath and leaned back on her seat, looking down at the glass in her hands.
“Because I needed… to get free.” She said, not looking up. Even though she had a feeling it was exactly someone like James that would understand that statement at best.
“My life was very different from yours.” She forced a smile. “I got a job as soon as I got out of school because I needed the money.”
She couldn’t look at him, scared he would look down at her.
Obviously she had no intentions of dropping the real bomb.
“Yeah, also, I’m married, but I was forced to against my will. My husband is a real asshole, but I still managed to fell for some stupid words he said to me while we were fucking. Oh, but he immediately humiliated me and put me back in my place, so I wrecked his room and ran here.”
Yeah, she couldn’t say that.
“So I put away some money and decided to leave.” She resumed.
“Brave girl.” The praise hit her harder than she imagined, so she dared to look up at him.
The way he was looking at her stole her breath.
He looked proud of her.
She let out a shaky breath, fighting the tears that threatened to come up.
No one ever looked at her that way.
No one.
James took her hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of it before bringing it to his mouth and placing a long kiss on it.
She looked away, biting her lip.
“It takes a lot of courage to just take off alone, leave everything behind, and just be free.” He said softly. “You are… a strong and brave woman.”
She smiled genuinely at him, blinking away the tears.
“Thank you. Truly.”
James lifted the humor back up with some other of his stories, and she was deeply grateful for it.
It gave her time to calm herself, and be fully present again.
After the dessert, he paid for the dinner, refusing to even let her get up from her seat until he was done.
He helped her up by holding her hand once he came back, and guided her towards the beach, walking near the shore.
He gave her his arms to hold onto as she took off her shoes to walk more comfortably, especially when he guided her towards the side of the beach made of rocks.
“This way.” He said as he helped her carefully over an old fallen tree. “Careful.” He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her up and off the tree to not make her jump off.
“Thank you.” She smiled, blushing as he pulled her close to his chest. He smiled down at her, holding her close for a bit longer than needed.
“Come on.” He murmured, leaning close to her ear. “I want to show you something.”
Her body filled with curiosity and anticipation.
They walked not much longer, and arrived at a small portion of the beach that was private, covered by big boulders.
Heels in one hand, the other in his, he walked her closer to the shore, until her feet wettened.
“What did you want to show me?” She asked, looking at him. He smiled back at him, squeezing his hand.
“Patience, sweetheart.” He said softly. “Just look.” He nodded towards the sea.
Confused, she turned, and what she saw, felt magical, if not possible.
The shore was glowing.
“What… How…?” She was speechless, she couldn’t move her gaze from the shore.
She could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Every single movement of the water, every small wave that came to shore glowed.
“Nature.” James said. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
She looked to the side, following the length of the shore, and she noticed that the rest of the beach was glowing too.
“It’s breathtaking.” She said when she found her voice again.
She felt James’s hand on her shoulder, gently maneuvering her to turn her back towards him so he could look at his face.
She looked up at him, and saw the way his gaze moved over her face, adoringly.
How could this man, a stranger, warm her heart so much with just some caresses and looks?
She felt her breath hitch, and she knew this was the moment he would kiss her.
She wanted him to kiss her.
She closed her eyes, leaning her face more in his hands. She felt the warmth of his forehead against hers, his fingers moving over her cheeks in gentle caresses, making her move her face forward, searching for more of that contact, that warmth, that gentleness.
The way he caressed her, held her, looked at her, was making her heart melt.
She had never been treated like this, so softly, so carefully.
He touched her as if she might break if he held too tight.
She felt a tear run free from her eyes, but she didn’t move to wipe it away.
She wanted to stay like this forever, in that moment that felt too magical, too surreal to be true.
James kissed her tear, then placed two long kisses on her cheeks, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back, his hands dropping from her face
She almost stumbled at the loss of contact.
He… didn’t kiss her?
She opened her eyes to look at him, and there he was, standing in front of her, looking again at the beach, in silence.
Did she upset him in some ways?
She bit the inside of her cheek and mirrored his position, turning to look at the glowing water as she tried to swallow her disappointment.
She was sure the date went well, that he was at least a bit into her.
They were in the middle of the most romantic moment created by nature, and he didn’t kiss her.
Oh well, he did kiss her, but not like she was yearning for.
Had she done something wrong? Maybe it was her dress, or something she said?
Did her breath smell? But he ordered food for both of them, and they ate the same thing.
Was he simpy… not into her? Then why bother to take her out and bring her to look at the glowing beach in such a secluded spot?
During the ride back to the hotel, she barely spoke but James didn’t seem to notice much, filling the silence with more of his stories.
This time, she had to force herself to laugh, because she wasn’t truly listening to him.
Her mind was dripping with insecurities and doubts about herself and the way she acted the entire date, trying to find some mistake that would have led James to not kiss her.
Was she being too greedy, shameless, perhaps?
Maybe people here dated differently, and not kissing on a first date was normal?
“Hey.” His hand on her knee snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to look at him with the best smile she could make. “We’re here.”
She looked outside the window and saw the glowing leds of the hotel.
“Oh.” She said. “I didn’t even realise we were already here.” She moved to open the door but he grabbed her arm, smiling and shaking his head.
She breathed in sharply and held her breath.
Maybe he would do it now?
But then he stepped out of the car and walked around it, opening her door from outside.
A second wave of disappointment crashed on her, and this time she wasnt sure she masked it properly.
“Thank you.” She said as she stepped out of the car, holding the hand he offered. She turned to look at him and he took a step closer, taking both her hands in his.
“I don’t want to be too harsh but…” He smiled up at her. “Maybe… tomorrow we could have dinner at my place? I’m a great cook.” He looked at her, his eyes filled with hope.
What? So he was interested?
She had never been so confused in her life.
“Yes, sure.” She answered before she could realise it. James chuckled, his smile widening.
“Perfect.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close into a hug. “Tomorrow it is, then. I’ll come pick you up at the same hour.” He kissed his cheek again. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”
She closed the door of her room behind her, and after kicking her heels somewhere in the room, she slid down the floor, her back against the door.
What the hell was wrong with her?
She slid her hands in her hair, groaning.
The guy was kind, sweet, gentle, and absolutely handsome, but she had to get all worked up just because he didn’t kiss her.
She didn’t know why she cared so much, she didn’t know when she started liking him so much to be so disappointed over something so silly.
She barely knew the guy, they only went on one date.
She couldn’t care this much, she shouldn’t let another man have that much influence over her, not after what happened to her.
She should protect herself, she should know how to shield herself from expectations that would only lead to disappointments.
Like her marriage, or Aemond, or the possibility that her father would change.
But then she remembered how James had touched her face, how his lips caressed her cheeks, how she had hoped he would caress her somewhere else too.
She rubbed her temples and forced herself to stand up and get ready to bed.
Tomorrow, she wouldn't get worked up over something so silly.
She would have been a grown woman and appreciated the date even if he didn’t touch her.
The morning after, she woke up feeling anything but refreshened.
She managed to get up from the bed late in the morning, and after a shower, she ordered room service for lunch.
She already knew she would have spent the day in her hotel room, trying to kill the time until tonight.
She was going to keep the promise she made herself, and be satisfied with whatever would happen, or well, wouldn’t happen.
She started getting ready early, hoping to kill the time, and to take her time with every preparation.
She tried on different options of outfits, but in the end, considering they would have stayed home, she put on a white silk dress, and some flats.
She waved her hair, and kept the makeup light.
She put cream all over her body, picked some sexy underwear and sprayed perfume to all the important places.
Now she felt truly refreshened.
She felt petty, beautiful.
Distracting herself with some tv program from time to time, evening came, and it was time to head out.
James was waiting for her out of the car, leaning against the hood, but when he saw her, he immediately straightened up and walked to her.
“You get more beautiful every time I see you.” He said, charmingly. She blushed and smiled.
“Thank you.” She bit her lip. “You… look good yourself.” She mumbled, feeling awkward at complimenting him.
His smile widened and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek before walking her to the car.
As he did last night, he helped her inside, and closed the door for her.
Walking over to the passenger seat and taking his place, he shot her an excited look.
“The food's warm.” He said. “Curious?”
“Very.” She nodded. “What did you cook?” She asked, making James chuckle and shake his head, eyes fixed on the road.
“It’s a surprise, sweetheart, you’ll see once we get there.”I live not too far, but it’s a house a bit isolated, but warm and welcoming.” He looked at her and winked. “I built it myself."
She didn’t feel anxious or worried.
James held that aura, calming and warm that made her feel safe.
“Cool.” She answered. “I’ll judge the style once we get there.” She teased.
“Yeah, you do that, sweetheart, but don’t go too hard on me.” He teased back.
She smiled, truly smiled and looked outside the window, enjoying the nature as they drove further into it.
The car came to a stop in front of a small house, but big enough for two people.
This time she didn't try to open the door, and simply waited for James to do it for her.
She gladly accepted his hand when he offered it, and stepped out of the car.
“Come.” He smirked as he guided her to the front door.
“So far so good.” She chuckled as she looked at the exterior of the house.
James looked back at her with a smirk, opening the door and stepping back to let her in first.
She reciprocated the smile and stepped in, looking around.
The entry lights were yellowish and not too strong.
On the right she noticed an open door, and she could see from outside the moving shadows cast by the flicking flame of candles.
Inside it was all made pretty much of wood, the walls, ceiling, the floor.
The door closed behind her, she took a step towards the door on the right, glancing back at James.
But James was nowhere to be seen.
“James?” She called out.
She furrowed her brows and stepped fully in the room, freezing.
“What is it baby?” He asked, standing up from the settled table.
That maybe things were changing, that maybe she could have been, after all, satisfied with this marriage.
Aemond wasn’t a talkative one, that much she had learned. He wasn’t one for sweet talk, or romantic gestures.
But she had heard it.
I’d come.
She had felt the shift in their relationship after that.
She had been sold to Aemond, forced to marry him to settle her father’s debts.
But she knew there was something more to that now, she wasn’t just the wife he didn’t want, and he wasn’t the husband she hated.
So she was ready to make an effort, again.
It was with that mindset that she walked through the opening doors of the elevator.
Aemond’s company looked much more formal and elegant than what she had imagined in her mind.
To be honest, she pictured closely to a shadowy, dark place, that in her opinion resembled Aemond’s persona.
As she walked past a few employees, her posture straight and elegant, she realised she had no idea of where she was going, but a secretary quickly stopped her before she could wander further.
“Good evening, how can I help you?” The young woman, dressed formally, smiled warmly, and she quickly reciprocated.
“I’m here to see Aemond Targaryen.” She said confidently.
The secretary tried not to react, but she noticed her eyebrows raising a bit in surprise and suspicion.
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked then, looking her up and down.
She dressed prettily.
No, she dressed sexy.
From her buttoned up silk blouse, not so buttoned, to her pencil skirt, to her heels and the garter belts.
She was a fucking taboo, but she couldn’t care less.
She felt sexy, she felt powerful, she felt desired.
Aemond was usually the one who came to her for sex, but today she found herself wanting to go to him.
She put on her best smile.
“No.” She said, straightening her posture and raising her head in a boost of confidence. “I’m his wife. I don’t need an appointment to see him.” She said confidently.
The secretary stepped back, as if physically returning to her place, her smile tightening.
“This way.” She nodded and walked her through the corridors.
She could feel the palm of her hands starting to sweat, her heart pounding harder every step she took.
A deeper part of her that she was deliberately ignoring, longed to smell his perfume, to feel his strong arms wrap around her, holding her close, securely.
Safe, even.
“Here.” The voice of the secretary snapped her out of her thoughts.
They were standing in front of a large glass door, where she glanced quickly at a part of the office before turning back to the secretary.
Giving her a small nod, the secretary then turned and walked away.
Left alone, she took a deep breath and dried her sweaty hands on her shirt.
Why the hell was she nervous?
It was Aemond. Asshole Aemond.
Well, maybe not so asshole Aemond.
She knocked at the door, then without waiting for an answer, she stepped inside.
Aemond was sitting at his desk, and… he wasn’t alone.
A… beautiful woman was standing beside him, leaned over desk, where her hands were placed, as they looked at some papers.
They were close. So close.
She recognised her immediately from the event, the same woman she had been jealous of.
Floris.
When Aemond raised his head to look at her, his expression did not warm, or softened.
He didn’t look as pleased as she thought he would have been by her visit, but she didn’t let that deter her.
After all, it was stoic, silent Aemond.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
No hello, no welcome, no anything.
The tone of his voice wasn’t sharp, but it was cold.
“I needed to talk to you.” She lied, straightening up her posture again.
Keep your chin up. He wants you.
She moved her foot forward, the cut of her skirt showing off her garter belt. She looked at the woman beside him, then back at Aemond. “In private…” She bit her lower plump lip.
She was sure Aemond would have sent Floris away.
She knew he understood that it wasn’t talking that she wanted to do in his office.
I’d come.
“Not now.” He looked back down at the paper, talking again with Floris, who gave her a smirk, looking at her through her eyelashes.
Whatever hope she had, died.
Nothing fucking changed.
Nothing.
She took a step back, half stumbling, but she quickly regained herself and lifted her chin again.
She didn't linger to look at them, she spared herself that humiliation.
She turned to walk away, as fast as she could.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
She was so fucking stupid, what was she thinking?
That after he said something out of his character, it meant he cared about her?
That she could have been happy?
Fucking fool.
She stormed home with shame and fuming anger towards herself that was warming her chest, more than warming, burning.
She was on fire.
She hated it, she hated being so stupid.
She hated how Floris had looked down at her, she hated how she dressed, she hated thinking she would have been sexy.
It was s clichè, how the fuck was that sexy?
She hated her life, her father for selling her off to an asshole of a man, Aemond for being that asshole.
“Fuck!” She yelled as she threw her purse in her room.
She was seething.
She grabbed the blanket off the bed and threw it on the other side of the room.
She was just a warm body for him.
She screamed as she tore the pillow open.
He was just a toy for him, to use when he needed to, but not when she needed to.
She stalked in his room and opened the closet and started snatching all the clothes off, throwing them on the floor, ripping some expensive ones.
Fuck him. Fuck his life, his clothes, his house, his job, his Floris and his goddamn attitude.
She was being immature, but she didn’t care.
What did she have to lose? A good husband? Family?
No.
She had nothing.
She had deluded herself that things would have gone better and in return, she had a door slam to her face, leaving her ashamed and humiliated.
She screamed again as she tore a handful of clothes off the hangers.
He could fucking chest on her with that Floris.
She didn’t care.
She moved to the other side of his room and snatched off a panting from the wall, the framing breaking as it hit the floor.
She looked around, and spotted a vase that looked expensive. She stalked to the nightstand and grabbed it, throwing it with all her force to the ground.
She was panting and sweating when she stopped wrecking his bedroom.
She looked around the mess she made, and her eyes fell back to the closet.
At the bottom there was a large suitcase.
She took it to throw it around, but she stopped herself.
She dropped it to the ground and looked at it.
A suitcase to travel. To go away. To run.
She grabbed the handle and ran back to her room.
She opened her own closet, and started to throw clothes into it, underwear, shows, jewellery.
Then, she opened her laptop and browsed for the first flight that had seats available.
When she found it, she stood up and walked back in his room, picking up one of his credit cards.
She stopped mid step, looking at the card, then her laptop.
She realised she didn’t feel angry anymore.
She felt calm, sure.
He could fuck Floris.
She was doing something for herself.
She was running to find her happiness.
She took a deep breath and finished buying the plane ticket.
She was done.
Done with the life she never chose. Done with Aemond.
She would have only missed his cock anyway.
With a newfound calmness, she zipped closed the suitcase and stood up.
She calmly changed her clothes into a sweater and sweatpants, grabbed her passport, credit card, ID, her phone.
She grabbed the suitcase and walked down the stairs.
She stopped only at the door to slip off her wedding ring, and threw it over her shoulder, then, she stepped out.
hiii sweetie hope ur doing well. 💘sooo basically this is a request to a 3 part of the 'what a marriage' and it conteins a lot of angstyy and pregnancy plot, which i mostly dont like andd you dont need to write if you disagree to my ideia😅 soo basically my idea is of reader one day justs freaks out about their relationship and at some points she just starts crying(cause of the hormones) and aemonds decides to be a lit bit more gentle and kind to her, and like she finds outs shes pregnant but decides not to tell aemond, at some point of their relationship, when it gets better, u know, aemond treating her better, she has a miscarriage for an unknown reason and then aemond at some how gets kinda of guilty and tries hiss best to make their relationship the best possible and help her, a little bit of fluff but some angsty as well.
Hey! First of all I wanted to tell you that I love your stories! Also I’m sad that you are not posting as much (your stories are so entertaining)🥹 I wanted to ask if you might be writing part 3 of „what a marriage” I just love it! I was waiting for some kindle of turning point, a bit of drama, after an argument, she’s had enough of being his little plaything and just … goes on „vacation” without his knowledge … and then he completely loses it! #predatoraemond
I think I'll move 'What a Marriage' to the 'Series' section of the master list... I've got some ideas...
That maybe things were changing, that maybe she could have been, after all, satisfied with this marriage.
Aemond wasn’t a talkative one, that much she had learned. He wasn’t one for sweet talk, or romantic gestures.
But she had heard it.
I’d come.
She had felt the shift in their relationship after that.
She had been sold to Aemond, forced to marry him to settle her father’s debts.
But she knew there was something more to that now, she wasn’t just the wife he didn’t want, and he wasn’t the husband she hated.
So she was ready to make an effort, again.
It was with that mindset that she walked through the opening doors of the elevator.
Aemond’s company looked much more formal and elegant than what she had imagined in her mind.
To be honest, she pictured closely to a shadowy, dark place, that in her opinion resembled Aemond’s persona.
As she walked past a few employees, her posture straight and elegant, she realised she had no idea of where she was going, but a secretary quickly stopped her before she could wander further.
“Good evening, how can I help you?” The young woman, dressed formally, smiled warmly, and she quickly reciprocated.
“I’m here to see Aemond Targaryen.” She said confidently.
The secretary tried not to react, but she noticed her eyebrows raising a bit in surprise and suspicion.
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked then, looking her up and down.
She dressed prettily.
No, she dressed sexy.
From her buttoned up silk blouse, not so buttoned, to her pencil skirt, to her heels and the garter belts.
She was a fucking taboo, but she couldn’t care less.
She felt sexy, she felt powerful, she felt desired.
Aemond was usually the one who came to her for sex, but today she found herself wanting to go to him.
She put on her best smile.
“No.” She said, straightening her posture and raising her head in a boost of confidence. “I’m his wife. I don’t need an appointment to see him.” She said confidently.
The secretary stepped back, as if physically returning to her place, her smile tightening.
“This way.” She nodded and walked her through the corridors.
She could feel the palm of her hands starting to sweat, her heart pounding harder every step she took.
A deeper part of her that she was deliberately ignoring, longed to smell his perfume, to feel his strong arms wrap around her, holding her close, securely.
Safe, even.
“Here.” The voice of the secretary snapped her out of her thoughts.
They were standing in front of a large glass door, where she glanced quickly at a part of the office before turning back to the secretary.
Giving her a small nod, the secretary then turned and walked away.
Left alone, she took a deep breath and dried her sweaty hands on her shirt.
Why the hell was she nervous?
It was Aemond. Asshole Aemond.
Well, maybe not so asshole Aemond.
She knocked at the door, then without waiting for an answer, she stepped inside.
Aemond was sitting at his desk, and… he wasn’t alone.
A… beautiful woman was standing beside him, leaned over desk, where her hands were placed, as they looked at some papers.
They were close. So close.
She recognised her immediately from the event, the same woman she had been jealous of.
Floris.
When Aemond raised his head to look at her, his expression did not warm, or softened.
He didn’t look as pleased as she thought he would have been by her visit, but she didn’t let that deter her.
After all, it was stoic, silent Aemond.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
No hello, no welcome, no anything.
The tone of his voice wasn’t sharp, but it was cold.
“I needed to talk to you.” She lied, straightening up her posture again.
Keep your chin up. He wants you.
She moved her foot forward, the cut of her skirt showing off her garter belt. She looked at the woman beside him, then back at Aemond. “In private…” She bit her lower plump lip.
She was sure Aemond would have sent Floris away.
She knew he understood that it wasn’t talking that she wanted to do in his office.
I’d come.
“Not now.” He looked back down at the paper, talking again with Floris, who gave her a smirk, looking at her through her eyelashes.
Whatever hope she had, died.
Nothing fucking changed.
Nothing.
She took a step back, half stumbling, but she quickly regained herself and lifted her chin again.
She didn't linger to look at them, she spared herself that humiliation.
She turned to walk away, as fast as she could.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
She was so fucking stupid, what was she thinking?
That after he said something out of his character, it meant he cared about her?
That she could have been happy?
Fucking fool.
She stormed home with shame and fuming anger towards herself that was warming her chest, more than warming, burning.
She was on fire.
She hated it, she hated being so stupid.
She hated how Floris had looked down at her, she hated how she dressed, she hated thinking she would have been sexy.
It was s clichè, how the fuck was that sexy?
She hated her life, her father for selling her off to an asshole of a man, Aemond for being that asshole.
“Fuck!” She yelled as she threw her purse in her room.
She was seething.
She grabbed the blanket off the bed and threw it on the other side of the room.
She was just a warm body for him.
She screamed as she tore the pillow open.
He was just a toy for him, to use when he needed to, but not when she needed to.
She stalked in his room and opened the closet and started snatching all the clothes off, throwing them on the floor, ripping some expensive ones.
Fuck him. Fuck his life, his clothes, his house, his job, his Floris and his goddamn attitude.
She was being immature, but she didn’t care.
What did she have to lose? A good husband? Family?
No.
She had nothing.
She had deluded herself that things would have gone better and in return, she had a door slam to her face, leaving her ashamed and humiliated.
She screamed again as she tore a handful of clothes off the hangers.
He could fucking chest on her with that Floris.
She didn’t care.
She moved to the other side of his room and snatched off a panting from the wall, the framing breaking as it hit the floor.
She looked around, and spotted a vase that looked expensive. She stalked to the nightstand and grabbed it, throwing it with all her force to the ground.
She was panting and sweating when she stopped wrecking his bedroom.
She looked around the mess she made, and her eyes fell back to the closet.
At the bottom there was a large suitcase.
She took it to throw it around, but she stopped herself.
She dropped it to the ground and looked at it.
A suitcase to travel. To go away. To run.
She grabbed the handle and ran back to her room.
She opened her own closet, and started to throw clothes into it, underwear, shows, jewellery.
Then, she opened her laptop and browsed for the first flight that had seats available.
When she found it, she stood up and walked back in his room, picking up one of his credit cards.
She stopped mid step, looking at the card, then her laptop.
She realised she didn’t feel angry anymore.
She felt calm, sure.
He could fuck Floris.
She was doing something for herself.
She was running to find her happiness.
She took a deep breath and finished buying the plane ticket.
She was done.
Done with the life she never chose. Done with Aemond.
She would have only missed his cock anyway.
With a newfound calmness, she zipped closed the suitcase and stood up.
She calmly changed her clothes into a sweater and sweatpants, grabbed her passport, credit card, ID, her phone.
She grabbed the suitcase and walked down the stairs.
She stopped only at the door to slip off her wedding ring, and threw it over her shoulder, then, she stepped out.
But he didn’t like the heavy weight on his chest that had been pressing down on him, that only seemed to grow each day that passed.
It was crushing him, distracting him, making him feel things he did not want to feel.
She looked at him confused and saddened.“No… that’s not true, Aem.” She smiled softly, her gaze gentle. “I know you -”
“No you don’t.” He interrupted her firmly. “You don’t, kiddo.” He sighed.
Of course she didn’t. How could she when all he had been doing was say a lie after a lie, trying to make her see exactly only what he wanted her to see?
He wanted her to depend on him. He wanted her to think they were the perfect fit. He wanted her to beg on her knees for him for every single second they spent together.
He rubbed his forehead.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
