#ic; aemon

[knightcrowned]

🤷— for aemon bc ayldri will go to him for absolutely everything

The worst person to ask, perhaps

Aemon's face was startlingly red.

"I've never, well, I've not... I took a vow to be chaste when I was barely a man grown." He answered, "But I believe a child is made when a man... embraces a woman, and leaves the proof of his love within her."

That didn't sound quite right. His father had not loved his mother, yet he was born.

"... perhaps a maester would explain it better than I."

[knightcrowned]

@bloodhonored from [X]

AT FIRST, THE PRINCESS HAD BEEN CONVINCED SHE HAD DONE SOMETHING WRONG. She stood there for a moment, her eyes riddled with the sort of pain a puppy would get for being scolded for doing something they shouldn’t have. Ayldri didn’t say anything. Usually, she would’ve argued, said something in rebuttal to the words but the longer she stared and studied his face the more she realized that his frustrations were not directed towards her or their recent schemes but something else entirely. There was an immediate sense of understanding that cleared the strenuous doubt in her mind, no longer was she worried about upsetting him or wondering if she had been the reasoning behind his mood but instead it seemed to be him coming to her about his internal turmoil,  “What is it?” She didn’t bother waiting for an invitation, the torchlight casting shadows against the walls of the very bedchamber she allowed herself into—always in his personal space, like some sort of cat trying to make itself at home after claiming its person.  It was always her seeking Aemon out, wishing for an opinion that mattered more than the pointless overlapping voices of others who didn’t seem to understand her unlike he did; never the sworn sword hoping for the honesty of a princess. “Did something happen as of late?” 

“I...”

Aemon’s anger faltered like a lantern in the rain, spluttering and fading. He had not meant to speak so sharply to her - it was not his nature to raise his voice at ladies, least of all the one whom he served, and his Order taught the virtues of patience and temperance. Embarrassment at his outburst coloured his pale cheeks pink.

“Forgive my words, my lady.” he answered, his eyes darting around the room as though the right words would appear on the tapestry or the doorframe. “I am not myself.”

The last few days his mood had turned low, as it did sometimes, but it seemed work and prayer did not aid him this time. 

“I have not been myself for some time. It is... very hard to be away from home - but please,” he added quickly, “do not think it is not my pleasure and honour to guard you. It is only... I am not used to being so far from those I would ask for guidance.”

[knightcrowned]

@zobrizys from [X]

"Oh. I.... Oh." Aemon Targaryen was a strange man. The Dragonknight's prowess and chivalry were legendary, but very few people mentioned how odd he was to actually talk to. Thus far, Alys had done her best to try to ignore it. "Have you... no, I don't suppose you can tell her." Not as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, and not with her as his brother's queen. She was quiet for a moment. "Forgive me, Ser, but I am at a loss to advise you, if... were you looking for advice? I fear I am quite out of my depth. I know little and less of love, or of knights and queens."

Unaware of how strange he was being, Aemon sighed wistfully, a sound that rattled his armour like bones. He turned his head to look at her, but his misted gaze was far away.

“Sometimes I think about telling her.” he said, though it seemed uncertain if he knew what he was saying. “And him, and the world. Perhaps he would set swords on me at last, as he has long dreamed of. Then finally I might be free of him - or him of me.”

[knightcrowned]

@zobrizys liked for a starter

"Oh."

The sept was usually empty at this time. Released from his duties for the day, Aemon had changed from his armour into simpler, more comfortable clothes, and come for his usual evening prayers. Here, though, in front of the altar of the Warrior, he saw... oh, what was this one's name again?

Ah. Yes, the Northern boy. But he had thought he kept the old gods.

"Jorah, is it not?" he nodded to him, "Please, do not let me keep you from your worship."

[knightcrowned]

❝ Poison would be best, but hard to come by. Slit his throat in his sleep and rid ourselves of the filth they forced her to marry. ❞ (seral to aemon hehe) - @goldandcinders

The sept’s candles cast a glint of madness in his eye. The blade of Dark Sister reflected that same light, as Aemon paced up and down. The feast had not gone well tonight. Every snide comment, every humiliating remark, every serving girl flirted with was fresh in his mind – how his sister had shrank away from Aegon’s touch, how he had boasted that he would take his damned rights. Aemon felt sick, feverish – he had fled to the Sept to relieve himself from feeling, but now he only found the flames fanned higher.

“I could do it. I could kill him. I would break every oath for her, septa, I would. But it is a sin, isn’t it? To kill your brother?”

[knightcrowned]

❛ speak again of bastardy, & i will have your tongue out. ❜ — @goldandcinders (it’s giving daemon but idk to who; you pick)

"Do not think, Waters, that the sword gives you any command over me."

The Lord Commander glared at the boy before him. For all the love and care he had borne his cousin Daena, her son was an insolent boy too much like his supposed father.

"I shall speak as like so long as I am a prince and you are not. Watch your own tongue, bastard."

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@rangers-arecool from [X]

When the candle was lit, it was clear that Kai was not awake. He was half curled into himself, right hand spatteredd with blood where his fingers had dug in so tightly that the skin had broken. Deep routed fear had taken most of the colour in his features and unnoticed shaking had stolen the rest. "I can't lose you too..."

Aemon reached out and shook his shoulder lightly, hoping it would wake him.

"I am here, Kai. " he said, louder and clearer now. Whatever dream troubled him, it must be terrible indeed to make him tremble like this.

[knightcrowned]

"Aemon. Not you too please..."

His voice was filled with rarely heard pain and fear, except Kai was fast asleep on the bed. In the midst of a nightmare.

He was awake, of course, sitting quietly in the dark. The sound of his name drew Aemon from his meditations, and he lit the candle by the bed, holding it aloft.

"Kai? Are you awake?"