𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Veiled by your sweet nature, who would suspect you to be a girl obsessed with the one-eye prince? That is until you were caught by the prince.
Requested by anon
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; DARK THEME! obsession, mention of stalking, and attempt stealing.
fanfiction | House of the Dragon
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A virtuous maiden you were, a servant among the serving. A title you'd solely hold, nothing more and nothing less. How can a prince know of you?
As you wander through the maze-like corridors, with the torches as the fount of warmth, the chill remains. There would be whispered murmurs among the passersby. The iciness of the passageways was palpable until your gaze locked on the prince who had returned from his training.
Your heart beats loudly. Arden flows through your veins as you gaze upon the prince. Swallowing deeply the lump inside your throat when the prince meets your eyes, a slight smile graces his face. Despite the distance, you could still inhale his scent, enough to drive you to madness.
Aemond did not bestow much attention upon you as he swiftly departed to his chamber. Your hands itch to reach out and detain him from leaving; he was meant to be here with you, perhaps holding you in his embrace. Lingering in his absence was his warmth and fragrance. You gladly absorbed it all, thirstily like a famished creature.
You fled away from the spot.
When the corridors were deserted, devoid of whispers and prying gazes, you sought the prince's chamber. The door creaked open and unveiled the vacant chamber, enveloped in darkness. The prince must have been training or soaring on dragonback.
You stealthily entered the chamber, breathing in his lingering scent. The dim chamber allowed you to move around unnoticed by others. It was a ritual for you to shadow the one-eyed prince and appropriate an item of his.
"I finally caught you red-handed, thief." His voice echoed through the once-silent chamber, causing you to freeze in place. You whipped your head to gaze at him, panic rising within you as you saw the prince at the doorway with an amused expression.
In an attempt to appear innocent, you spoke, "My prince, forgive me, I-" Your falsehood faltered on your tongue as he advanced closer towards you. He could have you punished for theft and more, yet instead, his hand reached to grip your chin gently but firmly, tilting your head to meet his gaze.
Aemond caressed your chin with his thumb, "Would you believe I would not notice that you've been sneaking around? Oh, I know, sweet thief." His smile broadened, "Shall we start with your punishment?"
