This was not the plan
Aemond x Velaryon!reader
You knew that something was wrong as soon as Luke and you landed at the Baratheon ancestral home. Seeing Vhagar tower over you was not part of the plan your mother and her council had in mind when they sent the two of you to Storms End.
You turned to your trembling little brother who was still starring at the old dragon as if she would attack you any moment.
"Luke, you can leave. Fly back home and get Daemon or grandmother. Coming head to head with Aemond will only aggravated him further."
"No", Luke shook his head. "I'm not leaving you alone, we will face him together."
You left out a sigh and prepared yourself to meet your former childhood friend once again.
The way to the hall was long and swapping glances with Luke while trying to keep a calm compusure was unnerving.
Just before you entered the hall, your brother straightened his back and put on a determined expression. You gave him a nod of approval and followed suit.
"Don't show any fear."
"We won't, Daemon."
The situation had turned out worse than you expected. Aemond had pulled out a dagger and openly threatened to cut your brothers eye out.
The big oaf on the throne didn't do anything to pacify him, instead he seemed to enjoy it.
Aemond hadn't even spared you a second glance after entering the hall and was instead spitting out insults and threats against your mother and brothers. He had ignored you ever since the fateful night on Driftmark. You couldn't blame him, you clearly sided with your siblings and cousins, but you weren't there when his eye was cut out. Instead you were with Vaemonds son Daemion, stealing a boat, a bottle of Arbor and reminiscing about the time when your family hadn't been broken by grief and sadness.
When you entered the hall, everybody was yelling and no one bothered to ask were you had been until Criston fucking Cole made a loud remark on your flushed cheeks. Soon enough you had been forced to confess that you spent the night -unchaperoned- with a young man. Every other night this made have been a scandal, but a crown prince losing an eye through another prince was saving you from serious consequences.
Except for Aemond not answering any letters in the following weeks. And months. Which turned into years.
The day your great uncle Vaemond lost his head was the only time he had addressed you. But not before completely humiliating Daemion on the training ground. Poor lad, didn't only lose his father but also the respect of his master of arms.
Aemond asking you at dinner if you still kept the company of lesser men infuriated you to no end.
"How dare you?!"
"Take my advice, niece. Making the same mistakes as your mother, will not end good for you."
Only then it dawned on you, that losing his eye was not his primary motivation for his grudge against you.
And now to this day, he still didn't let it go. But maybe you could use this to your advantage.
"Aemond, you know that you can't win this war. We have the Vale, most of the Riverlands and Crownlands, the Iron Islands and the North. Even some of the Reach Lords declared for my mother.", you slowly made your way to the other side of the room and turned to Lord Baratheon. "Is this the side you're choosing? Breaking your father's oath for one match?"
The storm lord leaned forward. "Well, if you are to marry my brother, we might have a different conversation, princess."
"Enough!", Aemond was at your side before you'd even realized he moved. Perfect. Aemond was focused on the illiterate lord before you, which gave you the opportunity to signal Luke to leave with a nod of your head towards the door.
He hesitated but did as he was told after you gave him a stern look.
Aemond was still berating Lord Borros but stopped when he heard the door close.
With a wild look in his eye he grabbed your elbows and shook you violently.
"You think that you can save him?! That strong bastard will give me an eye and there is no hiding behind your mothers skirts this time!"
Aemond let go of you and ran out of the door with you chasing after him. It was too early, the weather conditions were not on Luke's side and you needed to win some more time.
"It seems we both will experience the bliss of marriage soon, uncle. Congratulations."
This made Aemond stop in his tracks and face you. The hallway was empty with only a few torches giving out some light.
"If you're marrying the brother of that imbecile, you're even more foolish than I thought."
"Says the man who is marrying the daughter of said imbecile. But don't worry, my betrothed is not a Baratheon. He knows what oaths and honour mean and won't be swayed as easily."
"Hmmm.", Aemond put his dagger back in the shead. "A Stark marrying a woman who has been touched before seems highly unlikely."
You laughingly shook your head. "I haven't even kissed Daemion Velaryon. And a septa has examined me, so nobody believes these vile rumors unless they want to. Unless it gives them a reason mayhaps, to not be thinking of something they really wanted for a long time."
Aemond pushed you against the wall instantly, your back was going to be bruised tomorrow same with your shoulders, but your brothers safety was worth a thousand bruises.
"Don't you dare to play games with me.",he growled into your ear.
You gave him a teasing smile. Funny how you were so anxious before, but now you felt so calm, eventhough Aemond had practically caged you in.
"You won't hurt me, Aemond. Just let me go and I'll sent you a wedding invitation as soon as we know when I'll be officially Lady Stark."
This was apparently the wrong thing to say. Aemond mouth curled into a cruel smile and before you knew what was happening he had you thrown over his shoulder.
"Do you think I don't know what you're planning? Dear Lucaerys is probably almost on Dragonstone and will fetch reinforcements. But if you think that they will be here to save you in time, think again."
Your veins felt like they were filled with ice water. The dread came back with a hundred times it's weight. You had underestimated how low Aemond would go. You pushed him too far.
"Fuck you!"
Aemond laughed loudly.
"No, my dear niece, I'll be the one to fuck you. Either in a few moments on Vhagar or tomorrow after we are married. It's frankly up to you. But don't fret, I don't think that the cold climate would have suited you anyway. We are dragons and nobody deserves you more than me."