A part two for the scar on your palm please 🥺 i must know how aemond announces it, the drama the detail all of if i must know!
But really if you do make a part 2 I appreciate your time and effort! It means a lot! Your writing is fantastic!
Lol I got super carried away with this one XD I hope you like it though!!! I'm so happy you wanted a part two!!!! <3
TW: Death, abusive language, reader's father is physically abusive, but it's short
The Scar on Your Palm pt. 2
You stood beside Aemond as he stared but his and your father down.
“Father, Lord y/n, I know there is a betrothal set for Lady y/n, but it cannot be honored.”
Both men looked at him, his father speaking first. “And why is that?”
Aemond held up yours and his scarred palms. “At the age of ten and six, we were married in Valyrian tradition. To force her to marry another would be bigamy.”
Your father’s face was a canvas painted with a multitude of emotions, and his eyes darted to the king.
Aemond dropped your hand, and switched to holding your hand behind your backs, squeezing it to reassure you.
He showed no sign of fear, but you? You were terrified. How were you to know that ceremony was binding? It was all in High Valyrian a language at that time you struggled to grasp. It was not that you did not want to be married to Aemond, but you feared what your father would do.
“You mean to tell me you have married the Lady y/n without anyone’s permission and have merely let us all run around like fools for years searching to find you both matches?” King Viserys said, his eyes hard, his tone less so—sounding almost entertained.
“Yes father. Y/N and I are bound by Valarian tradition, and we have consummated our marriage many times over.” Aemond said, his head held high, voice steady.
Your own head hung in shame, why oh, why did he have to say many times over? It was prudent enough to say their marriage had been consummated and be done with it.
“Y/N is this true?” Your father asked.
You stepped forward, releasing Aemond’s hand and addressing your father. “Yes, it is, and I am so sorry father, I did not know that—”
“You did not know that sullying your virtue with a prince would still make it impossible for you to marry? That binding yourself in some outdated ritual was not an excuse to throw yourself at the nearest man?” His voice was angry and raising in volume.
“Now, Lord y/l/n, there is no need to shout.” King Viserys said calmly.
“Is there no way to undo what they have done? None of this news needs to leave this room, y/n may still be able to salvage her betrothal.” Your father said, turning to the king.
“Y/N is my lady wife, she has been so for years now, there is no undoing of what we have done.” Aemond spoke up, anger just below the surface.
“My son speaks true, Valyrian wedding ceremonies are legally binding.” He turned to Aemond. “Who performed the ceremony?”
“My aunt and your cousin, father, Princess Rhaenys.” Aemond said.
Viserys massaged his temples. “Here I was hoping you had asked Aegon and then perhaps an argument could be made, but Rhaenys would not perform the ceremony with false intentions.”
Your father was livid, and he grabbed your arm, yanking you close. “You have ruined yourself and this family, you stupid girl.” He hissed.
Tears pooled in your eyes. “Father I am so sorry, I was not aware that it was binding, but I love Aemond, and marriage to a prince would be better for the family, think of the benefits.” You pleaded.
Viserys had called Aemond up to the throne and was speaking to him in low tones.
“Benefits? What benefits are there to a broken promise and a whore for a daughter?” Your father sneered, his grip on your arm tightening.
“I know I have disappointed you, but father, you are hurting me.” You tried to pull your arm away, your eyes flickering to Aemond.
Your father grabbed your chin and jerked your head back towards him. “Do not look at him, that son of a Hightower whore, he cannot save you. You must face the consequences of your actions.”
You swallowed hard, fear twisting around your lungs and seizing. “Father, please, not in front of the king, think of what others will say.”
“You have already ensured they will speak.” His hand reared back, and your head snapped to the side with the force of the blow. The sound of his hand slapping against the skin of your cheek echoed throughout the hall, and you kept your eyes down as you braced yourself for the second blow. He hit your other cheek, the strength behind it sending you staggering to the floor.
“Father...I am so sorry.” You choked out, cheeks stinging, vision blurry with tears. You could vaguely hear someone yelling, but there was a ringing in your head that drowned it out.
When no other blow fell you pushed yourself up to see King Viserys struggling to restrain Aemond who was lunging for your father.
“You vile, wicked man, how dare you lay a hand on my wife?” He spat, breaking out of his father’s hold and lunging at your father, his hands wrapping around his neck.
King Viserys called for guards and rushed over to you, helping you to your feet. “Are you alright, Lady y/n?” He asked kindly.
“I did not mean to cause such trouble; I am truly sorry.” You cried, voice trembling, as you brought your hands together, thumb rubbing at your scarred palm.
“No, no, the blame is not yours.” King Viserys reassured you.
The guards finally pulled Aemond from your father and threw him towards you.
Aemond tugged you into his embrace. “Ñuha dōna, are you alright, are you in pain?” His words were rushed, and you could feel him trembling against you.
“My skin stings, but the ringing in my head is quiet now.” You said, burying your face in the crook of his neck, tears dripping onto his tunic.
He rubbed your back soothingly. “Oh my love, my wife, I never should have let go of your hand, forgive me?”
“I forgive you, you had no way of knowing he would harm me, husband.” You said, pressing yourself closer to him as your father began screaming.
“How dare you? I was disciplining my child. It is my right?”
Aemond turned, pushing you behind his back, his arm keeping you close. “Your right? She is my wife. If anyone is to discipline her, it would be me. You lost that right the day we bound our souls together.”
Your father shook his head. “You do not understand, and it seems I was not strict enough with y/n, but daughters need strict discipline, or they will turn out to be whores. You will understand this if you are cursed with your own daughter.”
Aemond’s shoulders tensed, and he stalked forward, leaving you in the company of his father. “My wife is not a whore.” He snarled, grabbing your father by the lapels of his coat. “And you are a fool to think I would ever lay a hand on a child. In fact, you should pray y/n does not bless me with a daughter. For if she does, our girl will be raised the way we see fit, and when she is old enough, I will take her to spit on your grave.”
Your heart fluttered at the way Aemond defended you and your future children, and it skipped several beats when he looked back at you, his hand inching towards his dagger. In a rush of rage and courage, you nodded.
Aemond’s hand moved faster than you could blink, and soon your father was crumbling to the ground, Aemond’s dagger piercing straight through his throat. “Perhaps even our sons will spit on your grave as well.”
You should not have found that attractive, you knew this, but a wild part of you craved your husband, and you rushed to his side.
Your father reached for you, but you ignored him, fretting over Aemond instead. “My love, did they hurt you?”
He cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “No, sweet wife, I am unharmed.”
You sighed in relief and let Aemond lead you out of the hall, his arm linked with yours.
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