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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: After two years in the Summer Isles, Aemond returns from his international stay during his doctorate ready to be with the girl he left Westeros for.
Warnings: Not at this moment, maybe later :P This is the best I can write these days, sorry :( I have realised during my ausence that this is a Aegon x Reader too, so...
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You grabbed your bag and stood up from the table where you were sitting. You lowered the short, violet dress you were wearing that night. It had too little fabric for your taste, but Alys had insisted that you had bought it toward two years for some special reason and she insisted that you wear it for her birthday celebration. You remembered Aemond murmuring that you were very pretty and your cheeks had flushed slightly.
At that moment you felt stupid watching him dance with Alys. She pressed her body against him on the dance floor of that exclusive club, where Aemond had gotten a VIP section for his girlfriend's birthday. For his beloved Alys and all her friends. That included you. However, after watching Alys rub her butt against Aemond's crotch for the twenty-third time that night you felt out of place. It wasn't that you had counted the times she had made that move, or that you had a game in which you used to take a drink every time she did it... how many hangovers hadn't been because of that move... No, really No. You wore very well than your best friend came out with the boy you liked since high school. You were doing terribly well. You were only going home because you couldn't stand those high heels or that short dress anymore. The atmosphere of that club. Crowded with people and with an oppressive temperature…
You said goodbye to all your friends on the pretext that your head hurt and Shiera and her bicolor eyes knew that you were lying, but she didn't give it any more importance. She was the only friend who had let you know that Alys' move had been too low when she started dating Aemond when it was obvious that you liked him. But did you like Aemond? Of course not. Of course not. You had always been friends and there was a sacred rule about not going out with friends. Things broke down and that's why you had never done anything... Right? Another lie that you always told yourself to calm your sad mood.
You left the club and found yourself on the street in the rain and Sound of the cars that were trying to drive under that unexpected temporary. The now muffled music coming out of that exclusive venue. That repetitive and strident sound. You grabbed your arms and thought about your options to get home. All your skin was crawling from the cold and humidity of the water and although you didn't realize it, the humidity there was frizzy that hairstyle that had cost you so much to do that night. The truth was that you knew that a small part of you had only acted like this to impress Aemond, although you would rather die than admit it. You had always found it pathetic that two women competed for the same man. You kept thinking about how to get back home.
You could order a taxi and have it drop you off at the King's Landing bus station. There was a bus that left there at one in the morning. It would take you about 45 minutes to arrive and you could take off that terrible dress and those uncomfortable shoes. You could also call your brother and stay the night at his apartment, but you knew he would end up arguing with his girlfriend like always. So you ruled it out. You could... call your father and ask him to come pick you up. But that would only mean having to explain why you had returned so soon from your supposed best friend's party.
“Hey, how come you're not inside? It's a terrible storm to be outside” you heard Alys' voice behind you and your brain ended up freezing completely. You weren't in the mood to pretend that everything was okay between you, because it hadn't been for three years. Everything was a supposed cordiality and sisterhood that in many cases ended up stressing you out, all because it wouldn't be obvious that you were just jealous. Terribly jealous.
"I'm going home. My head hurts a little” you responded with the best of your fake smiles and you only saw that she was still perfect even despite the humidity of the environment. She was always bloody perfect, with her makeup well applied, her hair perfectly combed, and her dress without a single wrinkle, despite having spent the whole night rubbing against Aemond. Sometimes you thought she even did it on purpose.
“Oh, come on, just wait a couple of hours and Aemond and I will take you home in his car,” she replied, trying to take your hand and go back to the party, but you just let go of her in a bad way, and you realized that such a violent and tiring gesture had managed to destroy the fragile facade of feigned happiness for her that you had managed to build over those hard three years. You weren't going to go home again while Aemond drove and Alys touched up in the passenger seat.
“I don't want to be a bother. Today is your birthday and I imagine you will go do your things after this” you sighed, your cheeks slightly blushing. You could still hear Alys' criticism of the fact that you still hadn't slept with anyone. Alys always patronized you and laughed amusingly as you both continued under the entrance to the club. You are much closer to the rain than she was.
“You mean I'm going to go fuck him after my birthday party?” She smiled at you, amused and arrogant, crossing his arms, knowing that that way of speaking always made you feel uncomfortable. Alys had never been known for being subtle or discreet. It was what you thought men liked about her. “Of course I will, but we can keep bringing you closer to home” she smiled again. She laughed in your face and found the sad face you had made when she had confirmed that she would sleep with Aemond that night even more amusing. You were so innocent that she always thought you had to imagine them playing house when you weren't with them.
“My head really hurts,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks blush. In that moment, you wished you were Alys and received all the attention Aemond gave her day after day. “And I just want to go home…”
“(Y/N), I'm not stupid, okay? I know you like Aemond, but, you have played your cards better” she laughed and you went pale. You saw her smirk as she hit the nail on the head. You had always considered yourself a good actress, but you weren't. You never had been. “This party is full of guys and you just need to get laid. My boyfriend would end up being a mere memory in your head if you did that” she could see how it had been a real stab that she referred to Aemond as her boyfriend and she just laughed, again. “Please, you and Aemond have always been in very different leagues, and you are still a child unable to get over your high school crush,” she laughed and you couldn't take it anymore. It almost seemed like Alys had always found pleasure in humiliating you. “Don't be pathetic. Go back to the party and go to the bathroom with the first one who invites you to a drink” She offered her hand for you to come back in and something inside your head seemed to click at that moment.
“Did you know I liked Aemond in high school?” you asked her and her smile faltered for the first time that night.
“Hey…” Alys started to shake her head. She had always known it. And your heart broke even more. What the hell had Alys been playing since then? “(Y/N), I…”
“It's a yes or a no. It's not that complicated,” you replied, feeling your whole body trembling as if you couldn't stand on your legs. And she bit her lips. She didn't want to answer you. She didn't want to do it because she had always known and never cared. She had only had one very clear goal with Aemond. "Brilliant. You knew it and you still screwed it.”
“You couldn't decide. It was stupid to see you” she blurted that out in your face as if it were a compelling enough reason and you didn't even stay to listen to the rest of the explanation. You just ran out of there, in the rain, your bag swinging on your bare shoulder and hugging yourself. “(Y/N), come back” she yelled at you. But, you were too sad to look back again and you just ran through the rain, almost not knowing where to go.
Alys saw your figure disappear and only turned to return to the club. At the door she met Aemond, who had come out to look for you. He asked her if everything was okay and she just kissed him and took him to the bathroom. That was the perfect way their relationship worked. She was sure he hadn't heard any of your conversation.
You kept walking until you ended up cold and soaked in a part of the city you didn't know. But, you felt too betrayed to be able to feel afraid. You weren't in a good neighborhood and fate was just capricious when you heard something moving in an alley.
At that moment, you realized where you were and you felt afraid. You saw the gazes of some of the passersby fix on you and one even whistled at you as you passed by him. “What is a girl as pretty and alone as you doing in a place like this?” He whispered to you as he grabbed your arm. That man only smelled of alcohol and you felt stupid for having rejected Alys' offer. How did you end up there?
A shadow appeared between the garbage cans in that alley and you never felt so happy to have seen Aegon in your life. He was in a sorry state, with an eyebrow and a split lower lip. He staggered and sighed as he tried to focus his eyes on the spectacle in front of his eyes. You thought he almost looked like he had just been beaten up and he just tried to smile at the sight of you.
That man who had grabbed you stood still, just like you. To that stranger, even in a state as pitiful as that, Aegon Targaryen was someone to be reckoned with. It was a name that could only bring trouble, and, yes, it was perfectly the kind of neighborhood where you'd imagine Aegon on a Saturday night.
“Hey, (Y/N), is this asshole bothering you?” he responded, clutching his ribs, sighing heavily and ending with a smile just as he finished exhaling. That guy looked you up and down, weighing whether the risk of facing Aegon was worth it, even if he was in that state so unbecoming of his family's name, as Aemond always said.
The same guy who had assaulted you let you go and left without saying anything else. Aegon leaned against the brick wall at the corner of the alley and smiled at you again. He made a pitiful sound again and you approached as if you had become active again, after the terror that had taken hold of you. "Are you OK?" you asked him, eyes full of concern and Aegon thought about how he liked your eyes when they looked at him like that. You were a good enough person to care about him. He thought you were even too good a person to be his brother's best friend. You always gave everything you had.
“I've had better nights. Also worse” he answered you while he continued clutching his ribs and took out the keys to his car that was parked at the door of that seedy dive. You didn't even want to ask him what activities were carried out there. You approached with concern and he tried to smile again. Aegon had always treated you cordially, even sympathetically, despite the relationship you had with Aemond. “Well, can I get you somewhere?” Because it's hard for me to leave you in a neighborhood like this alone,” he said with difficulty, banging the keys on the hood of the last Ferrari his parents had bought him. You knew how bad that had felt for Aemond. However, they paid for his very expensive and exclusive doctorate while his brother seemed to indulge that sinful life that only brought him problems.
“I think you should go to the hospital and have that bruise looked at,” you told him as you opened the passenger door. You knew Aemond was going to kill him when he found out whatever had happened to him, and you felt obligated to escort him, as if you had taken the same responsibility on your own of your best friend. You got into the car and Aegon smiled again at the same time he too opened his door.
“I'll go to the hospital right after I drop you off at your house or wherever you want,” he said, starting the car, without putting on his seat belt. At that moment he realized that you were soaked and that you had cried. He had made enough women cry to know the expression that was painted on your face. “Uhm, are you okay? Because you look terrible” he asked you with genuine concern and the greatest tact he had. Aegon had never been known for having good tact.
“Are you really asking me how I am doing when you have a possible broken rib?” you asked him, framing your eyebrows in a worried gesture and he just laughed.
"Believe me. I've had my ribs broken and they hurt more,” he answered honestly and you looked at your phone at that moment. Aemond had sent you a message. Alys none. And you didn't want to see what your best friend had written to you. You didn't think you were capable. You would end up crying. “I thought today was Alys's birthday,” Aegon murmured as he tapped the steering wheel as he began to drive through the city. You didn't even want to wonder if he was up to it, but you just sighed.
“Yes, it is,” you said, putting the phone back in your bag and Aegon just bit his inner cheek. Okay, it was better not to ask you about that topic. He knew enough about women to know that: one, that you had cried, and two, that you must have argued with Alys. The reasons for the discussion could be quite broad. To Aegon, Alys had always seemed as much of a cretin as his cretin of a brother. But Aemond was his little brother and he had no choice but to put up with him. He couldn't stand Alys and it showed. But, he was always the life of the party. He considered his brother's girlfriend so stupid that he thought that not even she must know. You had a sad face, but that was the face you had since Alys and Aemond had started dating. His brother had made a terrible mistake by not choosing you. A mistake Aegon was not willing to make. Maybe, he could sleep with you and see if things worked out…no, no. You were too good a girl for that.
“So… Shall I take you back to the party?” He asked and called himself stupid. You had to come from there, wrapped in tears and looking terrible. A sigh escaped your lips and you just rested your head against the car seat. Your eyes squeezed shut and a tear escaped them.
“No, leave it,” you quickly wiped away that tear with the back of your hand and Aegon felt violent. He had seen you cry before, but it had always been when you were younger, in Aemond's room and, of course, his brother had always been there for you. The eldest Targaryen only knew you in a much less intimate context. He found you quite nice considering the people Aemond usually chose as friends and Aegon had to confess that he had looked at your ass on more than one occasion at one of the parties they had at his house when his parents were away. He did like you somewhat, but he had imagined you as his sister-in-law until Alys appeared in Aemond's life. “Could you drop me off at the bus station?”
“Yes, of course,” Aegon drove in silence. So, yes, you had argued with Aemond's girlfriend. He didn't see you capable of crying about it, or about the situation. Your tears must have had another explanation. Aegon looked at the clock. It was quite late and you probably wanted to take the last bus that would take you to that small city so close to King's Landing. But, you weren't going to have time and that boy thought about whether it was advisable to leave you with such a short dress, such disastrous looks and such uncomfortable shoes in such a lonely season so late. He couldn't think of anything better than the stupid thing he said next. “Um… you could come to my apartment. Uhmmm, I would need someone to cure my lip and eyebrow…” he scratched the back of his neck while his other hand was still on the steering wheel. He thought it was better to keep you in his house with such a stupid ruse than to endure the scolding Aemond would give him if anything happened to you. Besides, a small part of Aegon, very small, actually worried that something might happen to you. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye and only saw you completely blushing. He would have killed to know what you were thinking, but your only mind was that it was the same apartment you had stayed the night in many other times, before Alys started dating Aemond. The couch had always seemed comfortable to you, although Aemond had always left you his bed and he had gone to sleep on the couch. How many nights had you slept there thinking that Aemond would show up in the middle of the night? But, he had never done it and you had never approached the sofa either. You were both too shy or stupid to do it. “Okay, it was stupid and…” Aegon started rambling and you just looked at his wounds. Maybe you could help him.
"OK. Alright. Let's go to the apartment” you replied as you relaxed in the passenger seat and brushed your arms again, freezing to death. Maybe it was better than spending the night waiting for the next bus. You would leave in the morning. You were sure that Aemond and Alys had booked a hotel room for that night. You wouldn't see them. Nothing would happen. You preferred to spend the night under the same roof as Aegon than alone and soaked at the station.
The next thing you remembered was Aegon shirtless. Sitting on the toilet bowl, drinking a bottle of Vodka. The same concoction you were using to rub on the wound on your eyebrow. It was quite deep and did not seem to slow down in its efforts to bleed scandalously. You weren't good at that. You've never had to heal a wound like that on anyone. You and Aemond had always been calm and smart enough to stay out of trouble, even when you were in high school.
Aegon let out another pitiful whimper as the cotton touched the wound again. You only came closer, but Aegon couldn't help but think that you smelled too good. He had your breasts at eye level and found them fascinating. He just took another sip from the bottle while he kept looking at them. You continued in silence, too focused to pay him any attention. Aemond had been an asshole for not telling you when it was obvious that he had had a crush on you all through high school. The eldest Targaryen moved again as the cotton touched the wound again and you just grabbed his chin.
“Please, if you don't stay still I'm not going to move forward with this” you whispered to him while you kept looking at the wound. He liked your worried eyes, your eyes fixed on him, even if it was to heal a simple wound. “I don't know why they did this to you, but it doesn't look good,” you murmured as you dipped a new cotton ball into the bottle that had finally been freed from his hands and he just chuckled.
“Well, at least they didn't kill me. If they had killed me, I wouldn't be able to pay them back the money I owe them” Aegon joked and you just narrowed your eyes while shaking your head. Not a single smile had appeared on your lips and that was almost a way to make Aegon vulnerable, or maybe it was just a strategy to get you into his bed that night. Aegon wasn't sure what was wrong with you. With you. On that one and first time that you were alone and showed genuine concern for him.
“Don't move,” you whispered, still focused on the wound. It seemed like the bleeding had stopped and keeping an eye on that was better than thinking about how ridiculous you had been at Alys's party. Aegon didn't move and just sighed, relaxing his muscles.
“I know I'm a fucking mess. "I'm sorry," Aegon replied. He bit his cheek and just looked at the ground. He would always be the biggest failure of all his brothers. The stupid. The headless one... the lost one... While you healed him in silence, he reflected on it. Would any of his friends cure him like you were doing? The answer was clear and he couldn't feel more of a failure than ever. Shirtless. Sitting in the bathroom. With a girl who was out of his league. “I guess you think I'm a failure…” he whispered and closed his eye, grimacing painfully before you put that stitches on him, and yet you stopped. He looked at you and saw only pity in your eyes.
It hadn't been an easy night for either of you.
“Why would I think that?” you told him, wrinkling your face, almost in a sneer at the image he must have of you, if he thought that you thought he was a failure.
“Well…” he shrugged his shoulders “I wasn't able to finish my degree, I haven't been able to keep a job for more than three months straight, and I just got beaten up for owing money in a cockfight…” he sighed and finished. smiling, almost in a pathetic way that made your heart ache, as if you had never seen him before as the human being he was, as more than just your best friend's older brother. “I'm never going to have a PhD or a girl who is always in love with me… I will never be as perfect as Aemond…” He looked straight into your eyes and you just looked at him with eyes full of tears. He had struck a chord.
He was right that you would always have a crush on Aemond. You quickly wiped away your tears and approached him again. You placed the stitch and he only pretended to moan in pain to make you laugh. “What a bad nurse you are” he whispered and made you laugh.
“You don't want to be as blind as Aemond,” you said in a whisper and he just laughed.
“Damn, he's one-eyed, what a way to say that…” he laughed, getting up from the toilet and you narrowed your eyes, separating yourself from him, ready to wash your hands in the sink. He looked at you smiling at your reflection in the bathroom mirror and you looked back at him with a half smile.
“You know that's not what I mean,” you told him and he just laughed again.
“I know, but the joke was there. I just saw the opportunity” he shrugged again and you came closer just to sniff him. He saw your face scrunching up and laughed loudly. “I should take a shower, would you like to come with me?” He asked in a joking, but suggestive tone and you just punched him in the chest, laughing for the first time that night.
“Can you take a shower, please?” you asked him and he just looked you up and down. That pretty, damaged dress. All your hair wet. You were a mess.
“Right now,” he said, leaving the bathroom, running towards his room. You didn't know whether to follow him and you ended up doing so, almost like a mother following a small child. Now you knew how Aemond felt every time he told you each of his older brother's crazy things. However, you arrived at his room to only see him with a tender smile and grabbing one of his old t-shirts. “You're soaked… and… you're going to end up catching a cold…” He offered you the shirt and that tender gesture broke your heart. Before, Aemond had always had those tender gestures with you, now... three years later... and with Alys... none of that existed.
You blushed and pushed him into the shower, laughing. How long had it been since you laughed like that?
“We're not going to watch a documentary about Ancient Valyria,” he screamed at you, while flipping through the many pay channels he had. You laughed and knelt on the couch, trying to get the controller away from him. You missed having that complicity with someone, and you wondered how you could have reached that intimate point with Aegon, wearing one of his shirts, sitting with him in the living room of his apartment... it almost seemed like you were back with Aemond and then, he came back to stretch your arm, separating the TV remote from your possible grip. You tried to grab him again, falling on top of him and Aegon just put his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face to his and... he simply kissed you, closing his eyes, while your eyes remained wide open. His lips landed on yours and he moved them energetically, feeling a kind of strange connection with you. You didn't close your eyes even once. You didn't believe what was happening, much less did you know how to react to that kiss that didn't upset you, but it didn't excite you either. How many times have you imagined Aemond kissing you on that couch while you were watching one of the documentaries he liked so much? Aegon finished and opened his eyes to only be met with your wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You looked down and he just laughed, feeling like a loser again… “Has it been that bad?” He asked, running his hand through his hair, almost as if he'd screwed up…because, that's how he always felt. That damn feeling of always screwing up.
However, you kissed him again. It was a childish and vindictive feeling, stupid and immature. You only remembered Alys's words. Maybe the problem was the same thing that Alys had told you at the entrance to that exclusive club, maybe... you just needed to get laid by the first person who had invited you to a drink, and Aegon had done much more than that.
He accepted all your kisses, feeling like a winner. He had surpassed Aemond for the first time in his life. He had the girl of his dreams and he planned to rub it in his face how good a match he was for you... Besides, you didn't see him as a loser, and that made his heart beat harder. Your kisses were proof of this.
You ended up sleeping with Aegon, without much more than a few kisses, in the same bed in his apartment, without him letting go of you all night. Hugging you and you felt a special connection with him... As if all the attention and care he needed fell on you... and, unbeknownst to you, Aegon began to think that you were his girlfriend that very night... you ended up cuddled up, with him hugging you. body, and you slept... Aegon was just a patch to alleviate your loneliness, but wasn't that what love was about?
“But… What are you doing here?” Alys closed the refrigerator door roughly and you woke up from the sleepy trance you were in. You had only gone for a glass of water to continue sleeping.
Your best friend crossed her arms. The nightgown that left little to the imagination contrasted with the old t-shirt Aegon had left you to sleep in. You were both in your underwear, although in a very different way. She looked you up and down, as if you were a real scumbag and you only spoke with the shyness that characterized you, with the fear that you had always really had of Alys, it wasn't about respect. It was about fear. She had always been better than you and had constantly reminded you of that. “I was coming for water,” you whispered. You looked at her as if she were an alien, as if you didn't want to have anything to do with her since the argument the night before, because you didn't want to see her again. Never more.
“Well, I imagine that's what you were coming for…” he told you, looking at you again, as if he were scanning you. “That shirt is Aegon's…” he whispered, grabbing one of the sleeves as if it would give him a rash and you blushed, breaking free of his grip.
“Why don't you go fuck Aemond? It's the only thing you know how to do” you whispered to her, angry, like you had never been before and she smiled contemptuously, as if everything was beginning to unfold in her head. You were angry and hurt, much more hurt than angry.
“Don't fuck with me, (Y/N). Are you fucking Aegon?” She smiled, with that smile so beautiful and evil at the same time. “Are you so pathetic that since you can't sleep with Aemond you end up fucking his loser brother? Oh really?" she smiled again.
“Leave me alone, bitch,” you said. The voice was icy and she paled. She would never have believed you capable of calling him that. “If you had been my friend, you wouldn't have fucked him,” you told her. A tear running down your face. “Because you knew I was in love with him… because you fucking knew it…” you whispered under your breath. You felt another tear running down your face. And it wasn't just because Aemond had chosen her, it was because she had always known... she had been your best friend... until that night...
“You will always be a pathetic, losing creature. “Did you want Aemond to end up with a loser like you?” She asked you and at that moment, you froze.
Aemond appeared there, without his sweater, without his eyepatch, and looked at you both as if that had been the revelation of his life... always so blind... he had heard everything and opened his mouth to say something, but you just walked out of the room. You headed towards Aegon's room and closed the door behind you. You had already made a decision.
Alys watched as her boyfriend nervously ran his hand through his hair. “Aemond…” she whispered, approaching him, trying to get him to take her into his arms again, but Aemond only pushed her away, closing his sole tightly. How could he have been so blind? Alys… Alys had always told him that you weren't interested and he… had believed her, because it was the easy way… to believe her… “Let's go to bed” she whispered, hugging him from behind, kissing his back while he tried to process everything, in complete silence. “She's always going to be a pathetic, losing creature…” she began whispering and Aemond couldn't take it anymore. It had been like this for too long.
“Go away,” he said in a firm voice and Alys stopped kissing his back. She pulled away and Aemond just turned away, not meeting her eyes. He repeated the same command “Go away.”
“But…” Alys started to speak, but Aemond just grabbed her arm and looked her straight in the eyes. His eyes seemed to have forgotten all the desire and adoration he had had for her during those three years.
“Go away,” he whispered again. At that moment he hated her, but above all he hated himself for having always been so blind. Alys left, and it took him two years away from you to clarify what he felt... He had always been selfish...
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Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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Word Count: 5K
Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader, for all the amazing rewiews, comments and refletions, for all the patience and the love that always shows for my writing. Thank you so much for all the time that you spend with this. Thank you so much for everything. :D
Someone made a joke again in High Valyrian, and everyone at that table laughed. Everyone except you.
The truth is that what was so characteristic of the Targaryen’s, to speal in their mother tongue, was something that you had not even dreamed of. Your mother had tried to take you to school when you were just a little girl to please your father's family, but she had stopped when she got mad at your father again over some stupid custody term. You had only heard High Valyrian occasionally from your uncle's lips during the summers. But, you had yet to learn. It was just another of the many things that separated you from that part of your family. Yet at that moment, at that table, where you were having dinner with some of your uncle's college friends, all silver and blond heads and sunset eyes, you couldn't feel more out of place.
You had arrived at Sunspear that same afternoon, and after simply leaving your suitcase in what was to be your supposed room and taking a shower, Aemond had asked you to go down to dinner with some of his friends that he only saw at that conference. You had put on a short, tight dress, heels that made you look much taller, and you had painted your lips with Aemond's lipstick. Almost like a trophy that your uncle had claimed and obtained, you walked out of the room. Aemond smiled an approving, arrogant, proud smile and placed his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the hotel's dining room.
Clement Celtigar commented in High Valyrian, and your uncle and Alyn Velaryon laughed, the latter slamming the table hard and causing his wife, sitting right next to him, to narrow her eyes. You sipped shyly from your glass. The Targaryen necklace dangling from your neck, and yet everyone sitting at that table had more Valyrian blood running through their veins than you ever would. You weren't a Targaryen, even though Aemond insisted on calling you his ‘little dragon’.
Celtigar's wife, a stunning woman with long hair, full lips, and rosy cheeks, asked you something in High Valyrian. She had a sincere smile, but in her eyes, you saw something akin to sly, suggestive amusement. Alyn Velarion's wife smiled as well. Both were waiting for your answer. They were both, like their husbands, of a similar age to your uncle. You couldn't be more out of place at that dinner. Your uncle leaned back in his chair, putting his arm around the back of yours, almost expecting you to answer what they had asked you. You bit your lip and looked nervously at your uncle to quickly lower your gaze back to the plate that had your food.
"Sorry, I don't speak High Valyrian," you whispered, Aemond remained impassive. You could see the disappointment in him, almost as if he had expected you to speak it because of the simple fact of your last name. You saw how Celtigar's wife looked at Alyn's with a smirk, and Clement raised the glass to his lips, amused.
"Well, don't worry, our children have a hard time learning too. They are about your age," BeatrithCeltigar commented as she looked at her husband, almost amused and with a smile that hid almost an underlying contempt.
"You could have at least told us that you didn't speak it. We would have spoken in the common tongue." Loren Velaryon smiled at you with a wide, sincere smile while her husband looked at Celtigar, who smiled back in almost the same way. "Bea was asking you where you met."
You looked at your uncle, who was about to speak when you responded almost automatically. "In a bar," was all you said. You had noticed that no one at that table knew you were Aemond's niece. He had simply introduced you by name, and then the others had started talking about what you thought was business and anecdotes from his college years. Aemond left his other hand on the table. Arm outstretched as he timidly tapped his glass. You knew he only did it when he was nervous, but his face was unfazed. A Valyrian statue. That's what he was. You thought that everyone there knew of your existence, that everyone thought you were his niece, and you couldn't be more wrong. Aemond had introduced you as his partner, even though you hadn't understood. He wanted to give you your place, although, at that moment, he realized his mistake. Perhaps all of them had seen the images of the charity gala, but it was too late. It had been a stupid mistake.
"I can't imagine Aemond having a drink in a bar." Clement laughed, and Alyn did exactly the same. Both friends started laughing while Aemond continued undaunted. You had never met a single friend of your uncle's, but it was clear that all of them were not what you had expected.
"At least tell us that you found out she was already 18", laughed Alyn while his wife hit him on the arm for the profanity of his comment.
"Of course I did, asshole", Aemond roared, quite annoyed at the laughter of his friends. You blushed at that spectacle and tried to take another sip from your drink under the watchful eye of Celtigar's wife. "The Celtigar live in Yi Ti and the Velaryon in the summer islands", your uncle whispered in your ear, almost as if that was an explanation of why none of them had seen on television what had been repeated for weeks until your uncle bought absolutely everything. Money bought silence, and from what you understood at the time, those people were rich enough to live in an ivory tower where the rest of the news that concerned other mortals did not reach. You didn't like those people. They just looked down on you because they could. Their money and their status allowed it.
"She's very pretty, mind you," Loren commented, almost as if you weren't there. "And you'll probably learn High Valyrian soon. The best way to learn it is between the sheets. Aemond always said that to his girlfriends in college." Everyone laughed, and you saw your uncle smirk, but the truth is that he had never spoken to you in High Valyrian in bed, that he would have done it with other women. It just got on your nerves. Jealous. Really jealous. That was the word.
"Yara learned it super well", Bea commented while her husband nodded in silence. "And you were only there a couple of months, but she was an intelligent woman." Yara must have been one of your uncle's ex-girlfriends. She was smart, not like you. That comment let you know what that table was thinking about you at that moment. Clement agreed.
"I always thought you would marry her. All that bullshit about PhD and ancient Valyria. It was your stuff," Celtigar commented as he cut into his steak. "At least it was what I bet with Alyn", he said, pointing at him with the knife, while the man Velaryon felt uncomfortable before that conversation. Almost as uncomfortable as you felt. Aemond looked at you for a moment. You just looked sad, and he said something in High Valyrian that made Clement almost stop chewing. Both Celtigar’s were the ones now looking uncomfortable.
"The nice thing is that I've never seen Aemond so happy", Loren commented while her husband smiled sincerely. Aemond held your chin and kissed you in front of all of them. It was almost like a statement of what he felt. Your first kiss in public. He didn't plan to hide anymore. He was tired. You made him happy. That was all he needed. You were having dinner in that VIP room. The six of them alone, but it was certainly a statement that he wasn't going to hide anymore.
"Where are you from, (Y/N)?" Alyn asked almost innocently, and you went almost pale after that brief contact of your lips with your uncle's. You thought of something quick to say before Aemond spoke up and answered for you.
"From Starfall", you tried to smile "(Y/N) Dayne." You smiled, and Alyn was pleased with your answer. You continued eating in silence while they all returned to their conversation about money and luxuries. They toasted you and Aemond, and though you did not see it, your uncle's gaze darkened.
As he toasted, he looked at his glass, full of meaningless bubbles. You would never see yourself as a Targaryen. He would never make you feel like this. As much as he tried, you’re identifying yourself as a Dayne was proof of that. Not a Dayne. Not a Targaryen. You would always feel out of place. Always.
The room that Alys had booked for you in that hotel was right next to Aemond’s suite. It was intended for the small children of those who were staying at that hotel. The journey there had been silent until you got to the door of your room. Aemond had opened it with his hand leaning on it, and you had slipped into the shadows, closing it behind you. You heard your uncle's hesitant footsteps as he entered through the huge door of his suite. It was bullshit. What you just did. You took off your heels and dropped into Aemond's suite through the connecting door. Your uncle hadn't bolted the bolt that joined them, and that only served to prevent small children from sneaking into the intimate moments of the older ones. That situation was stupid, and you just sat on Aemond's bed in silence.
With his back to you, he undressed without much desire. That dinner had been tense. His best friends from college had always been a bunch of assholes, but after the comments they'd made to him about you while saying goodbye,they weren't people he liked very much.
He knew what they thought. They saw the difference in age, they saw your innocence, and they almost despised it. Luckily, no one had seen the bond that united you, and that greatly relieved him. He had been an asshole that night. He had tried to play house with you and had almost ruined everything. However, he still seemed annoyed with you. He unbuttoned his shirt as he looked at you, and you smiled at him beautifully, although he could see some sadness in your eyes. It was there, more accentuated than usual.
"You should, you should have said you were a Targaryen," he spoke without looking at you, still undressing, and your smile faltered, almost as if you hadn't heard him correctly. But, you had. "We've had this conversation before..." he said as he approached the bed and sat beside you. You nearly stirred like an attacked cat, though you tried to hide it. You've always been good at faking it.
"When we had it, we didn't sleep together, Aemond," you said without looking at him, remembering that night two years ago when he had encouraged you to wear your father's heraldry. It seemed almost like a lifetime had passed since that moment. "I don't want anyone to suspect. Fine if your friends live in their bubble, but the rest of the world doesn't, and…and…also, I'm not a Targaryen. I don't have the hair. I don't speak High Valyrian or…" there it was. The truth behind all those years. You were confessing it to the same man who seemed to be crazy about you for that simple fact.
Aemond looked ahead. He remembered all the times he had messed with the Strong boys for that very reason. but you were different. You were. You weren't a bastard. You were born to a Starfall woman, yes, but so had he been to a Hightower. You two were true Valyrian blood. He was more into that archetype of beauty, but your eyes... your eyes marked you as one of his. Yes. "You are a Targaryen in your own right, even if you don't speak High Valyrian or have the hair." He held your face in his hands. "And even if you weren't, I would still love you just the same." He swallowed hard while his one eye was fixed on you, who looked at him with bright eyes. "You are my everything."
"But your college girlfriends…and Alys…" you whispered. You had never been worried about jealousy until that moment when they all seemed like a better choice than you. At that moment, a tear ran down your face, and Aemond wiped it with one of his thumbs while continuing to hold your face, forcing eye contact,never to be lost.
"They are not you, (Y/N), and they never will be. You are above everything. You are everything to me, don't you see?" He whispered to you, almost desperate for you to understand that you were everything. "I would be willing to do anything for you. Absolutely everything"
"But we are always going to live in the shadow..." you whispered, coming back to the real world after those weeks of pure fantasy. This was the first time you talked about something truly momentous to your relationship, where you didn't just end up tangled between the sheets of a very expensive hotel room.
"No. Not always. I wanted tonight to be proof of that," he confessed to you. "There will be places we don't have to hide because no one will know who we are." Aemond almost said it as if it were a fantasy, but he was convinced it was a fantasy his money could buy. He had worked hard for it, for this moment, where he was really happy.
For the first time in a long time, he was happy, and no one was going to take that away from him. Although he had no idea how wrong he was, "I want you to trust me. I want you to tell me what worries you, what makes you sad, what makes you happy... I just want us to be together because you are what I need, what I've always needed," he whispered to you, closing his eye and leaning his forehead against yours. His closeness made all your hair stand on end, and you simply kissed him because, finally, that Aemond you had always known had returned to you.
"It's not what I asked for. It doesn't look like what I asked for at all." Alys looked up from her phone screen at the sound of a familiar voice. As she had showered, she had gone with the rest of her coworkers to have a drink at the hotel bar, but as always, she had stayed up late, almost waiting for someone to spend the night with. The prospect of sleeping with Meg wasn't something that excited her, and she needed company right now. She knew there would be others like her. Therefore, she had remained in that bar until well into midnight. Although she had realized something, she no longer aroused the same interest as before, and she had ended up playing with her mobile phone bored. However, at that moment, upon hearing that familiar voice, all her alarms went off. Perhaps she would sleep with someone that night.
"But it's art, Mr. Dayne", a boy who must have been your age, was talking to Gerold Dayne. Both were sitting at one of the tables near the bar. The boy, who had long white hair, almost looked like a copy of the Aemond, Alys had known of that young boy. The oil tycoon's son was talking to him while showing him some pictures on a laptop. Gerold must have been there for the simple fact that this congress moved millions, and, without a doubt, his father must have sent him there as an ambassador for the oil company. Gerold Dayne was not in business of his own accord. He had always been rather uninterested in all that, but despite his lack of interest in business, he was a man Alys had found likeable…and quite attractive.
"I am not arguing that it is art. I'm just telling you; it doesn't look like what I asked for. I am an entrepreneur. Not an artist," Gerold snapped at that boy, and that made Alys smile. Something must have changed in that wayward man from Starfall. "Try again. If you want that position in my advertising section, you are going to have to do better."
"Okay," the boy just sighed and looked up from the laptop at the same time that he closed it. Then, the boy's one-eyed gaze met Alys'. And she looked at him amazed. He was so similar to Aemond, even missing an eye, although this boy hid it not under an eyepatch but under a lock of hair. Albino with a red mark that covered a small part of his face. Alys couldn't take her eyes off him. That boy must be some Targaryen bastard. She was sure, but her thoughts were interrupted when Gerold saw her too and waved. The Dornishman shook the young man's hand and walked over to Alys.
Gerold's cute, teasing smile had always made Alys smile back, and he simply leaned against the bar. She stretched and sucked on the straw of her glass. "Alys Rivers alone. It must be my lucky night." Gerold smiled charmingly, and Alys laughed in a flirtatious way.
"I guess I'm not what I was any more." She laughed, without losing that sensual grin that had always turned so many men upside down, and Gerold sat next to her at the bar. He opened his purse and paid for the drink Alys was having. "Thank you", she replied, almost purring, and caressed her hand. Gerold just smiled, almost tired, as if all his seductive and scoundrel facets had disappeared at that moment.
"I know it was you who picked up the phone. I'm the one who should thank you," he answered without looking at her. He only asked to be served and took a drink in silence. Alys looked at him strangely, not knowing what to answer because she really didn't know what he was talking about. "The images of Aemond and (Y/N). I know that it was you who made the arrangements for them to disappear from the television and almost from the web. Even if it was with Aemond's money, I know it was you who arranged it all. Thank you," he repeated again. He looked at her with a sincere smile, and Alys simply put on her serious face.
"I was just following orders", she lied and took another sip from her drink, this time draining it to the end. "But if you want to buy me another one, I'm not going to complain." She finally smiled, and Gerold Dayne gave a half smile as he indicated to the waiter to get another drink for the secretary.
"I know it was to protect her, although I don't understand why" the Dornishman replied. Seeing Alys's bright eyes, he knew he hadn't been wrong. If anythingit attracted him to Alys. It was her almost feline cunning. "I have always liked your ability to handle everything in the shadows. Just before I picked up the phone, you already did it," he laughed.
"Were you going to buy the silence of the media?" Alys laughed as if it seemed impossible. The Daynes had money, but she didn't think it was as much as the Targaryen’s. That was impossible.
"I want her to be happy and my sister not die of disgust when she finds out what makes her happy." Gerold shrugged and took another sip of his drink, looking honestly at Alys. "Everything I do is for them. They are my family. It was hard for me to see it, but that's how it is." Gerold smiled when he saw how Alys's eyes shone. She was a good woman, even though the world had forced her to become the monster they thought she was, but she wasn't. Gerold was sure of it.
"It reminded me of when I was younger. That's all, and how I would have liked someone to help me," Alys swallowed, confessing what she did not want to confess. Because that confession unravelled more than she would have wanted to say, she had tried to change. She was getting it, and it made her feel better, even though it was pretty clear she was going to lose with it, or so she thought.
"You're a good person, Alys, even if you think you're not", he whispered in her ear and Alys, that Alys who thought she was cold and distant, blushed. "The first time I saw you so innocent on Daemond Targaryen's arm, I knew it." ended up smiling, completely disarming the woman who believed herself to be indestructible.
"So now you're getting serious about business, huh?" Alys smiled, trying to regain control of the situation. And Gerold laughed at that change of conversation. He knew women like Alys well; it was very difficult for them to ever let their guard down, but that was something he liked. It didn't bother him at all.
"Yeah, I told myself that if I wanted to leave anything for (Y/N) it was time to get to work. It's not that I like it, but I've discovered that I don't dislike it either," he commented again. Alys chewed on her inner cheek, trying to find a new topic of conversation. Truly, she didn't want to let Gerold go that night. For the first time in a long time, she was really at ease.
"The boy that was with you." Alys started to speak, and Gerold laughed. He had never taken her for someone so curious, but the Dornish only smiled in defeat and moved even closer to her.
"Yeah. He looks too much like Aemond. I even investigated to see if Aemond had had an affair that we didn't know about," he laughed. And Alys went pale, almost not believing what she had just heard. "No, he's a Targaryen bastard, but he's not Aemond's son," he laughed again, almost trying to reassure Alys. The truth is that she didn't care if Aemond had had a child. She cared that something like this could have escaped her information network. "(Y/N) was dating him. His name is Bryen Rivers, and I like him," he replied in a playful and amused tone, simply seeing how Alys's face went from worry to relief in a single instant. "If you like it and it brings back memories of better times, I can introduce you to him," Gerold joked, alluding to that time when Alys had been everything to Aemond.
"No, leave it. I'm tired of dragons," she replied, following her game, and Gerold laughed, fixing his violet eyes on her.
"Great, because I thought you were going to say you still had a thing for guys with silver hair. That would mean I'm out of the game," he replied in a suggestive tone, and Alys laughed. It was obvious that she wouldn't be sleeping in the same room with Meg tonight, but she was a spymaster, and she really needed that information.
"So, does he work for you?" Alys shrugged, wanting to know more about that boy. The more she knew, the better she could protect you, even if it was a task, she had ordered herself.
"He wants to work for me. Soon, he will study in the same school as (Y/N), and I guess he thinks that if he works for me, she will be interested in him again. I liked him for her, but I know she wasn't with him because she was in love." Gerold stretched again. "So, since I like him, I let him try to get into my publicity department. He's quite talented," he commented as if it were yet another corporate action, and that made Alys laugh. Gerold had changed. Very much. And that made her come to him like a moth to a flame.
"Tomorrow, I have a date to have lunch with (Y/N). We are both in the same conference, and I would find it ugly not to see her," he commented without looking at Alys. "I suppose she will be brought by Aemond. Which won't be a pleasant experience." He winked at Alys but then leaned closer to her, almost as if he were whispering in her ear. "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me then. Tomorrow. The two alone."
"I thought we were going to have breakfast together," Alys replied in a suggestive purr that made Gerold laugh.
"I would love to, but for once, I would like to do things right. I think it would be quite an experience for both of us if, for the first time, we didn't sleep with that person that we are so attracted to, and we did things step by step." He smiled sincerely, honestly, as if Alys were not a toy but a person, and that made her heart race. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and she wanted the next day to come. It was the first time that she felt that they were not going to use her. There were two feelings in Gerold's words that Alys had rarely experienced: gratitude and honesty. She remembered that girl who had entered Daemon Targaryen's office for the first time, and her heart raced. She wanted to be that girl again.
She just nodded, and Gerold escorted her to her room like a real gentleman. Just reaching the door, Alys turned to say goodbye after opening her card, but the Dornishman didn't let her speak. He just kissed her silently. A touch of their lips that indicated something more than passion and desire. An underlying affinity began between them that Alys had never experienced.
She had been Daemon's lover, Aemond's confidant, but she had never felt what she felt in that moment. She had no words to explain it. "See you tomorrow, Alys," Gerold whispered to her again, and Alys slipped into her room. Not caring if it woke Meg up, she could only try to stifle a nervous, happy laugh against her bedroom door just after she closed it.
Aemond had fallen asleep. Almost after making love, he had snorted tiredly, and after telling you that he loved you, he had fallen asleep while looking at the ceiling with a satisfied smile. Normally, he would have hugged you, but you could feel that he was tired after the flight. But you didn't care. You just snuggled up against his bare chest. You were just as tired, but you sure couldn't sleep. After so many confessions, so many fears and insecurities, you had finally confessed a part of them to Aemond, but now that things seemed to be better, you were going to walk away from him to start college. He would visit you. He had promised you. But, something inside of you told you that that fantasy that Aemond had in his head of being together was not going to work. Now you wanted to be with him. You wanted to shout it out to the world, but how was the world going to react? Nobody would accept it. You knew that your mother would think you weren't well, that your grandmother Alicent would die of disgust, and your father you didn't know very well, how your father would react, if at all? You slipped onto the bed and grabbed your phone; leaned against the headboard and did something you'd never done before.
You searched for information on Daemon and Rhaenyra. They, like you, had suffered that passionate and secret love like the one you two also experienced. They were you. Exactly the same, or, if not, similar. You saw a couple of gossip magazine covers where they talked about the close relationship between the two. You saw the news starring both of them, together or separately, and you read about the scandal. Your skin stood on end when you saw how the press had branded them as monsters. They were monsters for the fact they loved each other.
You thought about putting the phone down while you kept reading and reading about them. However, you couldn't. Something inside you wanted to know more and more about it, but you froze when you read the news about Rhaenyra's death. That made you shed a tear. They were all talking about Daemon's manipulation of her. Nobody came out in defense of what only two monsters could feel. Another shudder, another strangled sob. Why should it be better for you and Aemond? There was no evidence for it. Heavy tears rolled down your cheeks. None of this was going to end well.
Daemon had had as much money as Aemond, and yet he had failed to protect the one he loved most. How was Aemond going to defend you? The press had been merciless with them, but you also knew that they would be relentless with you. Your heart was breaking at times. It was almost like seeing the consequences of the relationship you had. It was too hard a blow with reality. Maybe too much.
Your sobs woke Aemond, who just looked at you in confusion. Just when he saw what was on the screen of your phone, he hugged you and threw the device away. He just hugged you while rocking you in silence. He only broke it to say that you would not suffer the same fate. He was going to take care of everything. He would. You wanted to believe him, even though you knew that he himself had warned you a long time ago.
And as he held you silently and stroked and kissed your hair, a message came on your phone from Bryen. You would only see him the next morning, but he was informing you that he was at Sunspear and that he needed to see you before the course. That boy was still in love with you, although you had already forgotten him. Your entire world was Aemond.
"You are a Targaryen in your own right, even if you don't speak High Valyrian or have the hair." He held your face in his hands. "And even if you weren't, I would still love you just the same." He swallowed hard while his one eye was fixed on you, who looked at him with bright eyes. "You are my everything."
Gerold and Alys are the couple I didn't know I needed! He's so sweet to her and I hope something comes out of their time together.
They were monsters for the fact they loved each other.
I just want them to be happy and they're happiest with each other 🥺
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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"It was a matter of blood purity," Daemon commented as he leaned back in the lawn chair. He took a sip of an alcoholic drink that Aemond couldn't decipher and continued with his speech. “We did it because we are supposed to be closer to the gods than to mortals. Don't you think we still are?" his uncle asked with a mischievous smile on his lips. A way if you doubt to check to what extent Aemond was a Targaryen. Undoubtedly, that teenager who only had one eye wanted to be the most Targaryen of all. He better if possible. The smartest, the strongest, the most skillful... the most ambitious.
Aemond had not forgotten his uncle's words when he had lost his eye. Daemon had always said he deserved it, but this fourteen-year-old boy wanted to be the best Targaryen he could be, and he could only learn from what had always seemed the closest to what he aspired to be: his uncle Daemon. It was normal to see them together talking about philosophy or history. Aemond was a clever boy, and he himself had found that his uncle was a much better example than his father. Aemond hated to see how his father devoted more time to that model of the old Valirya than to him, he hated how his father was always thinking of his name and how he preferred Rhaenyra over him. His father hadn't said anything when Lucerys had gouged out his eye like an animal…he always lost, and although Daemon preferred Rhaenyra, his uncle didn't make him feel like a loser with his conversations every time he came to visit the family home. . Rather, it made him feel like an opponent, and that was something Aemond could come to enjoy.
Both uncle and nephew were under the shade of one of the trees in the garden, near the pool, in the same place where Alicent had placed everything to have breakfast together every summer. But, at that moment, it had become the ideal place for Daemon and his nephew to discuss the last birthday present he had given him: a book on family history, specifically on the multiple consanguineous and incestuous marriages that had led to them until that moment.
"It's something that hasn't been done in 500 years... for the sake of our genetics," Aemond commented, just that year he had taken the genetics elective at school. He had learned to make those variable trees that he had enjoyed so much during the last academic year, so he knew that his eyes and hair were recessive genes. Having them was almost miraculous considering his mother's genes... but, perhaps his uncle was right, perhaps they were closer to the gods than to men. He liked that thought. It made him feel even better for it. Many gods had given an eye for wisdom, he had studied it in High Valyrian class. He had exchanged it for a precocious maturity that undoubtedly made him the wisest of all his family, at least of his brothers. While they were wasting time in the pool, he continued with his uncle, commenting on that wonderful book. "In class, we have studied..." he tried to continue his scientific and correct discourse with society, but Daemon interrupted him in a whisper.
“Our ancestors are supposed to have conquered the west and flew on dragons. We are not like the others, Aemond.” He took another drink again, making the ice in the glass tinkle. "Even you, being half Hightower, are not like the others" declared his uncle, making him see the importance of what he really was to that boy.
"In the book... they say that we are doomed to find pleasure only in our own blood" Aemond commented in a whisper, just at that moment when he observed the sly smile that Daemon gave him his older sister, that lascivious look while Rhaenyra played with their children in the pool. Daemon turned a cold gaze on his nephew, as if he had hit him where it hurt most without knowing it.
“Pleasure is found in the most unexpected places, Aemond. But, we, those of us who descend from Ancient Valyria, don't find it like the others” he declared again, almost like a dark confession that Aemond began to become aware of from that moment on. “Perhaps we are doomed to it, but we are not like the others. We are better" he whispered again.
That entire conversation with Daemon could simply be summed up as a man's obsession with lineage and power, because Daemon Targaryen came down to those two words at the end of the day. With those words, he confessed to his nephew all his obsession with the purity of his family's blood, which had been threatened by his mother's meddling in the same family line. He and his brothers were from Ancient Valyria. They... had the obligation to safeguard what Daemon's eyes lit up when he spoke. That young boy absorbed like a sponge everything that his revered uncle spoke, his example to follow.
They were an elite, and although that young Aemond wanted to believe that those words never affected him, they did. In an unconscious way, they affected a boy who had little to do with the world around him. Daemon had inoculated him with the same malady from which he suffered. Not only had he succeeded in turning Aemond into a vengeful and ambitious boy. With that speech that lasted almost hours, he managed to convince him of his ideals regarding his family. Aemond scorned each and every one of Helaena's boyfriends until Jace came along, who didn't seem good enough either, but his sister stood up. He had to endure and swallow as his brother impregnated a girl from the south…as Daeron presented himself with a girl each less like what they needed. Incest was off the table, especially since that scandal between Daemon and Rhaenyra had come to light, but not assembling with people from High Valyria. Maintain himself as he had to, as Daemon had taught him... He was a Targaryen, and Targaryens should always join other Targaryens... That idea always hovered over his head. He tried to lock her up deep, and everything had worked fine until you came of age. Much to the misfortune of both.
"What a beautiful girl" Daemon looked at that photo that had just come out of the developing liquid in that dark room. He stared at it. He tried to find something in your image that would remind him of his beautiful Rhaenyra, but it was not the case. The red and black contrasts in that room showed him that your features were far from those of a Targaryen, or at least from what was considered a Targaryen for Daemon. "She looks like her mother" he commented while closely following the work of that photographer. That young boy worked methodically, revealing his work for that week, that work that his boss, Little Finger, had ordered him to keep secret from Whispers magazine. "She doesn't even look like a Targaryen..." the old dragon began, but that boy, who had barely exchanged two words with him beyond the greeting, interrupted him.
"She has purple eyes, it's just that you can't see it in the photos" Lucious Tyrell was a young man who aspired to be a photographer for one of the Westeros gossip magazines. His father said that he should find a real job, not that hobby that barely came to pay for the relief materials. He was a young man educated in the old school of photography. He never used digital cameras. Never a computer. He made magic with his developing liquids, with those photographs that showed the grain of the film he used to capture them. He made art, although he knew that his art was paid with frivolity. He did not care. He had never cared. He felt Daemon's eyes on his work as he developed a photo of you getting out of the family car at a Hightower hotel.
“I love black and white photographs. They make me feel like I'm in a spy movie” the old man who had been the owner of all Westeros smiled weakly. Now it was his nephew. Lucious knew that story well, after all he worked in that world. And yes, that passion that Daemon showed for analog work had been what had gotten him that job. The first great job of his life. The highest paid so far. Lucious didn't know why but the Daemon Targaryen had only hired him to photograph you. Solely and exclusively, for that, and keep silent about all that photo that could take of you. At the moment, Lucious didn't understand anything.
He moved on to the next photograph, under Daemon's watchful eye. He didn't understand why that man was so interested in following you. Lucious had simply drawn one conclusion from those three days in which he had followed you: you were a girl who spent most of her day alone. You rarely left the mansion and tended to go to the same store to buy drawing supplies, only to return before your uncle came home. That was the only thing that was always fulfilled in your routine, you returned before Aemond entered with his car through the door of the family home. Lucious didn't think your profile was important, and yet he was facing the biggest job of his life without knowing it. He was not a journalist, but an artist who took good photos with an undeniable eye for curiosity. The liquid in that tray revealed a rather nice photo of you on the photographic paper. You looked sideways at the target without knowing it, only your face and part of your hair blowing in the wind. You were… a real beauty. Lucious wouldn't have minded being photographed under other circumstances, because you certainly didn't possess typical Targaryen beauty, but you were a mix between dragons and a gorgeous Dornish woman. You were so much better than a Targaryen, at least in the eyes of this boy, who had always praised himself for having a talent for finding beauty.
"Do you think she has a boyfriend, boy?" Daemon asked just as he saw the almost sweet and peaceful way in which that young man wrung out the photographic paper to take it to the tray with the fixer. Lucious looked confused at that old man, who had now sat next to him while he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief on which his initials were embroidered. The young Tyrell was able to notice something: Daemon Targaryen was dying or at least he was not in optimal health. His hands trembled and his eyes were almost bloody, with the entire area that should have been white furrowed by numerous blood vessels, each more intricate. Lucious looked at your photo one more time before answering.
"Is it some kind of test?" he said, scrutinizing Daemon with his eyes, who smiled pleased at that answer. Undoubtedly, this was some kind of test on the part of the old dragon. Lucious looked at your photograph one more time before answering, trying to analyze it with what little journalistic nose he had. He wasn't a spy, although it seemed that Daemon Targaryen wanted to play that very thing. "I imagine she has, but he doesn't show up much with her or at least I haven't seen him these days" he said with a shrug. Lucious knew that there was something in you that told him that his assumption was true.
"You're quite the hound, boy" Daemon laughed again. "The truth is that I have to be honest with you, because deep down I like you, even if we haven't talked much" that old man smiled at him. And the tall garden boy stopped working. “I don't need just a photographer. I need a spy, an undercover detective. I've always liked cop novels, you know?" he confessed to him, while he got up again from that small chair and walked with his hands behind his back looking at the photos that were now slipping. They were all magnificent, without a doubt that boy had talent. In the end, Daemon even regretted choosing him. He knew that once his plan was finished, that little boy might not come out very well in the face of his beloved nephew's wrath. “This job you have in hand will never be published. But, I'll get you a good position in the magazine you want and I'll pay you even better” Daemon laughed to himself again at those words. Actually, Aemond was the one who was going to pay for it. He would use the account that the one-eyed dragon left him to pay that boy. It was a sweet irony that Dameon was beginning to enjoy.
“What is this all about?” asked the young photographer. That had begun to scale, what was Daemon Targaryen up to? He knew that it couldn't be good due to the secrecy of everything that surrounded him, but he was beginning to not know what to think of that job. His instinct told him not to go through with it. His checking account screamed at him to continue. He ignored the frist. "What do I have to find out?" he asked, curious and scared in equal measure, messing with dragons was always dangerous. He was scared to be photographing you, but he was even more scared to say no to Daemon Targaryen, just like from Aemond, he'd heard all sorts of things that were best ignored for one's own good.
"This is the daughter of Aegon Targaryen, although given your job it's something you should already know" he commented as he picked up a photo of you that hadn't finished drying yet. You certainly had pretty eyes. Very nice. Aemond had to enjoy having you kneel before him. "And if today's journalists did their job, they would know that she harbors a dark secret, a dark desire," he explained in a whisper, turning back to look at Lucious. The boy looked at one of your photos again, how could you hide something shady? It was impossible, you were just a girl a couple of years younger than him. "I want you to photograph that secret and bring it before me" the old Dragon smiled enigmatically.
The boy stood there, considering his answer. However, he spoke and Daemon smiled. Youth and stupidity were something that always went hand in hand. “How will I know what to photograph? It is clear that you know what it is…” he commented.
"Oh, do not worry. You will know what I want you to photograph” he smiled macabrely. “By the way, we hadn't talked about it, but I don't want the photos to be digitized, I don't want you to keep any copies, or the negatives. All these photos are completely mine” he commented more parts of that deal.
"Yes, of course" replied the boy. That must have been something lurid, but that was also part of what he wanted to dedicate himself to, right? No one said it was an easy thing to be a renowned photographer, though Lucious Tyrell's career had ended the moment he first shook hands with Daemon Targaryen.
“This young lady is going on a trip to Sunspear. Tomorrow her flight leaves in a private jet for the capital of Dorne, and you are going to follow her on the commercial flight that leaves at the same time” Daemon informed him. “I want you to get all these photos developed and set up before tonight. I already have plans with them and I need them” He inform him again and Lucious looked again at your image on the developed paper. He would prepare everything, negatives included, to give to Daemon, but he couldn't get it out of his head why a girl like you was so important to someone who had been out of the public eye for so long.
Lucious didn't know it, but on the journey to Dorne he would find out why you were so important to Daemon Targaryen, and he would be the last to know the dark secret you guarded so closely. The last to know. No one else would know, unfortunately for him. He would take that secret to the grave.
Only your grandmother Alicent had wished you a good trip. The others were simply missing. Daeron had some company business to sort out. Helaena was on vacation with her husband and their little ones. She had taken them to see the sea for the first time at dragonstone. Your father had simply disappeared after speaking to Aemond two nights before. You'd never say anything, but you were sure he was drowning in alcohol for a change. You sighed and looked back at your book, only to finally leave it abandoned on the seat next to you. You weren't in the mood to read. You really weren't in the mood at all. This was your last trip with Aemond, also the only one before you returned to Sunspear in two weeks to start the academic year. The idea excited you, at the same time that it scared you. Aemond had said to come see you, but…you knew how busy he really was always.
You stretched out in your seat and looked at him. Sitting across from you, he was going over some company reports in silence. After those months shadowing him, you had realized that he was really just working. He took you to dinner, to exhibitions, you made love in hotel rooms that cost a month's salary for the entire company... and then he patiently and quietly returned to his work. He took you shopping, fulfilled your wishes, and asked for little more than to caress your hand under the tablecloth at the end of the day. He worked for his family and because it was a way to show that he was better than the others. It must be exhausting to be like this all day.
Seeing you stretch, he smiled cockily and amusedly. You knew that smile well and it kind of indicated that he was in a good mood. Without taking my eyes off his reports, he speak to you in that diligent tone that concealed much more than it wanted to show when you were surrounded by people. "Are you tired, niece? Didn't you sleep well last night?" He licked his lips, remembering the salty taste of your crotch from the night before. It had been quite a delicacy that he had devoured with enough spirit.
"I have rested very well, man" you looked at him from under your eyelashes while you crossed your legs, in a reflection of pleasure at remembering the night before. Aemond took a small swallow from his whiskey glass, never taking his one eye off of you. The sexual tension between the two was always more than palpable. You were surprised that no one suspected anything, especially after the audacity that Aemond had had the night before. "Someone helped me rest better than I expected" you whispered flirtatiously and he licked his lips again.
"It was fine?" he asked you in an arrogant manner, knowing the answer in advance. He had come home stressed from work, from preparing the entire congress on that occasion due to the absence of Alys and... he had asked her at the last minute to go with him. He hadn't taken her on the private jet like other years, but he had bought her last-minute commercial flight tickets, almost as if he saw that Alys really didn't deserve to be pushed aside. Stressed and tired from such a long day, Aemond had had no better idea than to head to your room in the middle of the night, when the whole house was asleep.
He wanted to explain to you his last minute decision about taking Alys to the conference, in case that made you jealous, and he had only ended up with a terrible boner when he saw you sleep with only those pink panties that he himself had bought you a couple of weeks ago. The room smelled like you had touched yourself and your uncle stood in front of the bed. He could see the sticky wet spot between your legs and at that moment, without thinking about the consequences of his actions, he knelt in front of you on the bed. The extra weight on the bed and the creaking of the springs made you wake up.
You opened your eyes in fright, but you only saw the sensual image of Aemond in his half-unbuttoned shirt, his dress pants, and a terrible erection that blatantly pressed against the fabric. Between your legs and with his hair loose, his hands calmly and slowly slid your panties. Savoring your every move, while his fingertips sent chills through your body, Aemond never took his eyes off his target. Wet. Soggy. Clingy. He licked his lips in silence again and ended up taking off your panties without any resistance. This was his reward after a long day at work. That was just what he deserved, and you were going to give it to him like the docile girl that you were.
You closed your legs playfully and he growled almost animalistically as he opened them again. That grunt brought you back to the reality of your half-asleep state. You were in the family home, anyone could catch you... you looked at Aemond with concern while he continued with his eyes fixed on that humid cave and that he intended to enjoy. You have never been so daring. All your sexual encounters had taken place outside of that place. Never between those four walls. The stakes were too high to do so.
"I'm so hungry" he whispered as he began to kiss your inner thighs and you stopped him with a wait said in a scared whisper and you could see that he had annoyed him. He had had a bad day. He didn't want you to deny him what he wanted so much.
"They could hear us" you whispered and he smirked again, as if you were a little girl who had to explain everything to. He liked to feel superior, you had verified it in those months and that moment was no different. Also, you could tell that Aemond had begun to feel untouchable, having paid such huge amounts of money to almost every media outlet to remove those images of him rescuing you from the crowd at the charity gala. He almost seemed to have learned that money could buy everything…he was getting more daring to be together. Nobody suspected anything, nobody thought anything about you... and he would buy silence if the case had to come.
"Your father is not here. The servants' quarters are a long way away and my mother has taken her sleeping medication…” he purred suggestively, as if this was the moment he had waited his whole life for, because she really thought she could control everything about your relationship. Weren't those days proof of that? "I'm going to take care of everything, my little dragon" He whispered again, with that paternalistic tone, in a mixture of desire and control, that he knew would turn you on.
You lay back on the bed with a smile painted on your lips. Everything with Aemond seemed easy and that was another step in your relationship. You had never made love at home before and that was normalizing what you felt, what was happening between you. You felt another kiss from your uncle on your mount of Venus and then he slowly licked the slit of your pussy. You laughed and smiled. You moaned his name and almost squealed as he continued to eat your pussy like the great delicacy it was to him.
He ate your pussy until you cum, until you were sensitive enough to beg him to stop. He had risen arrogant from the bed and his chin shiny from your slippery juices and you a babbling mess between your own sheets. Aemond grabbed your hair with a grimace that was stoic again. He tugged at your hair as his other hand undid his belt and pants. “I don't want you to touch yourself again while we're under the same roof,” he growled domineeringly, pulling his cock out of his pants and offering it to you. The bright red tip just for you and in front of you. You licked your lips and he again outlined a half smile. This was what he needed, just this. "Have you understood me?" he whispered, dominant, possessive and jealous of not having shared those previous moments with you.
You nodded silently and began to suck him, fixing your purple eyes on him. "Good girl," he whispered under his breath again, though the playful, slow pace you'd begun to set was short-lived. In need of you, he ended up setting the pace by grabbing your hair. That was heaven, heaven itself and that paradise on earth was just about to end for both of you.
You were going to praise him one more time when one of the stewardesses approached you and asked if you wanted something to drink, since you had turned red in a single moment. You tried to verbalize something out of embarrassment and simply asked for a soda while your uncle asked that girl for another whiskey. "Of course, Mr. Targaryen" you saw her waddle right in front of him and for a moment, jealousy coursed through you. It was a girl a couple of years older than you, with a more than short uniform and exquisite manners. Surely she would speak several languages... and... and...
"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment" you whispered rudely and Aemond raised an eyebrow questioningly, but you didn't see it. You just locked yourself in the little bathroom stall by yourself. You needed to think. Were you prepared to leave Aemond once the studies began? Maybe not, you never would be. You felt like a little girl. What was happening to you? Why had a mere waddle of a woman you didn't even know in front of Aemond make you jealous? You remained for a couple of moments sitting on the bathroom floor, thinking about what was happening to you and trying to put all your thoughts back in order. Finally you went out and found that same girl with a worried face. She asked you if you were okay, and the truth is that you hadn't been feeling well for a couple of weeks... the nerves of going to Sunspear alone and away from Aemond had turned your stomach and being on the defensive about things that you hardly cared about before . You politely replied that you were fine and returned to your place in front of your uncle. The girl returned shortly with some motion sickness pills for you and juice and whiskey on the rocks for your uncle. You didn't even look at him, embarrassed and still jealous.
“Hmm. I thought that a juice would do you better if you're dizzy” he commented, putting aside the reports and fixing his eye on you. He would always care about you, gods, he always would.
"I'm not dizzy" you declared in a bad way, as if you were to blame for the way that woman acted and you slipped into the seat. First he had decided to take Alys to the conference, which to a certain extent might seem necessary, then… then he had allowed that stewardess to flirt with him. Aemond had always been jealous of almost every man who had come close to you, but now you were insecure where none of that feeling had existed before. What was going on with you?
“I know you're not dizzy,” your uncle declared, reaching out to caress one of your hands, and at that moment, the confession you needed came. “It's always you, it's always going to be you. You know there will be no one else" he told you devotedly. You saw sincerity in his eyes, and you knew at that moment that there was much more to you than that dark desire that you both hid as best you could. You were made for each other and so it would be until the end of your days. Really, you were in love with each other and nothing was going to change that.
Alys grabbed her suitcase, though Robert from accounting ran over to help her. That had been the first year that Alys had traveled with the rest of the employees who attended the conference. She hadn't traveled on the private jet of the Targaryen family, but at least she had finally traveled to the congress. Meg, from human resources, also waited for Robert to take his suitcase and Rickon managed his luggage himself. The secretary was not going to lie: it had been nice to travel with her companions. They were all pretty good people and the best in their respective departments. The least visible faces, but the hardest workers in the company. Aemond hand-picked them each year and paid for their entire trip to the conference, where they would work, of course, but also enjoy whatever the sundown had to offer. As they waited for Meg's last suitcase, a young photographer picked up his last bag. This looked like a telephoto lens, and it caught Alys's eye. Normally, photographers attending the conference from all parts of Westeros just brought their cameras. Not such an extremely large telephoto lens. The boy threw it behind his back, without a doubt he would work as much or more than them, given the number of great personalities that came together in that place. But, Alys didn't give it any more importance after so many hours of flight and when Meg's suitcase finally appeared on the tape, she didn't think of anything other than getting to the hotel with the rest of her colleges and taking a shower. Although this year he would share a room with Meg, who smiled sincerely at him as they took the suitcase from the carousel together once Robert and Rickon had run to catch a taxi to get to the hotel, or at least to try to.
"I'm sorry you're sleeping with me this year, but you can shower first when we get there." Meg had almost read her thoughts. Actually, they all seemed quite afraid of Alys. She was with the boss or at least the boss's last known lover. Everyone at Targaryen Industries respected her, even if she was no longer pictured arm in arm with Aemond or traveled or slept with him anymore.
"For me it's like we showered together, but let's get to the hotel" she joked tiredly and Meg laughed with her. They dragged their suitcases tired and starting to feel the high temperatures of Sunspear. They finally got a taxi and just when Alys was going to enter the last one, she recognized you in the crowd, getting into the limousine that was waiting for Aemond and in which she always she had gone until that year. But, she did not feel jealous. For the first time in her life, Alys wanted to help another woman. She greeted you without saying a single word and you did the same with a sweet smile. Just then Aemond came in right behind you and Alys watched as the limo pulled away. You were too sweet and too well tamed by Aemond. And this new girl was about to pay the price, even if Alys tried to make that never happen.
All the foreshadowing in this chapter has me like:
I loved getting more backstory on Daemon and Aemond's relationship and why Aemond has his views about Targaryens being above everyone else.
Aemond and reader's night in
So glad Aemond asked Alys to come on the trip after all! She deserves it and it's so nice to see her bonding with her co-workers.
“It's always you, it's always going to be you. You know there will be no one else."
Ahhhh, I'm just getting more anxious about what might happen to them if/when everything comes out. Everyone was so traumatized by Daemon and Rhaenyra I don't know how they'll manage this.
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader, for all the patience and the love that always shows for my writing. Thank you so much for all the time that you spend with this. Thank you so much. i really apreciate it :D
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Alys walked up and down in the bedroom of her small apartment. She felt like her world was collapsing. Suffocating pressure pounded in her chest, and her throat closed.
The anguish and suffocation she felt made her believe she would never breathe again. What was going on with her? She had never felt like this. Not even when Daemon left her for Rhaenyra had she felt this way. Something was crushed against her chest, almost like a ball, that prevented her from swallowing or taking breaths.
This had only happened to her when she got home, that same night that Aemond had denied her his place in the company. She was the one who, after all, had been at the top of Targaryen Industries the longest. She had been the secretary to the CEO of the company. Always in the background,discreet, she had come to believe that it was she, and no one else, who had run the company from the shadows.
After all, it was she who had dethroned Daemon to put Aemond in his place, who had convinced investors of the worth of this young boy who might be missing an eye but had plenty of knowledge. She was Targaryen Industries, her and nothing but her. She was the president in the shadows. She was the one who should be president, even if she wasn't a Targaryen. After the sentimental fiasco with Daemon, she had learned that the only thing worthwhile in life was power and ambition. Which is why she had liked Aemond so much at first, although she had tired of him. She always got tired of everything quickly but not her job. Her job was her life.
Alys remembered screaming. Very loud and strong. Almost until her voice ran out. She would also remember how tears welled up in her eyes and burned as they rolled down her cheeks, although she would never confess this. She collapsed on his bed. Tired. Unhappy. Sad. Disappointed. She remembered all the shags she had had with Aemond in that bed, even letting him do whatever he wanted with her body. Her anger flamed up in the pit of her stomach even more, She had always protected him so that Aemond seemed almost like an immaculate presence, a perfect presence that nothing seemed to touch.
Aemond had never starred on a single cover from the press, thanks to her protection, her advice and her good work. So much sacrifice, so much effort. All that had been for nothing. She was the one who had to go to Sunspear. She was the visible face of Targaryen Industries. It was she who had attended that congress so many times and who had closed so many deals there, mainly through her body, but that didn't take away from her cunning to have achieved it. Aemond wanted to displaced her. All because you were there.
First, it had been Rhaenyra who had displaced her from her place. She had displaced her from her place in Daemon's heart. If ever she had a place in that heart. She smiled bitterly. Then you arrived. You had displaced her from her place in the company. She was not going to go to Sunspear. She had not attended the gala. Aemond had stopped visiting her bed and letting off steam with her. He no longer trusted what had been his right hand until you had entered Aemond's brain like an infection. That was how you felt at the time to Alys, like an infection. The Targaryen’s did not seem to be able to get out of their heads, the very thing that made them different from the rest; their obsession with falling in love with their own blood.
Alys's life was beginning to change because of you, solely and exclusively because of you. The company was everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. She must save the company like she had when Daemon lost his mind over Rhaenyra. Alys had saved Targaryen Industries from taking a nosedive under the command of Daemon Targaryen. And she was more than sure that she was going to save it again before it was too late.
Alys nervously searched for her phone in her bag. She had already ratted out the CEO of Targaryen Industries once. Nothing was stopping her from doing it a second time, although this time, she had no backup candidate. She looked for Daemon's cell phone in the phone book. She shouldn't have changed it. She would hit Aemond where it hurts the most, so she would teach him to be careful. She was the true thinking head of Targaryen Industries.
Right at that moment, something woke Alys from her own madness. On the television, with the sound completely turned off and as the only source of light in that room, Alys, who had always thought simply of herself, felt compassion.
She saw a single image of you. Theimage was of the catastrophic gala where you almost ran while trying to keep up with Aemond, who had taken your hand and almost dragged you out of the building. Inside, Alys knew that Aegon had almost tried to kill Cregan to protect you. How blind was your father!
That was all that the woman thought when she saw you being dragged out of the building by Aemond. Surrounded by photographers and cameras trying to capture any crumb of your family's misery. Because, at the end of the day, that was the image they conveyed outside of the business world. Misery. Ever since the Daemon and Rhaenyra scandal, they were a family that hadn't gotten back on its feet. The few appearances they made in public were proof of this. Gone were the glory days of the Targaryens. Those died with Rhaenyra...
Aemond was dragging you, as he was mad while trying to protect you from everything, but the only thing you had to protect yourself from was him. Alys realized at that moment that you weren't to blame. Not even Aemond. You were just a girl who was taking her first steps in the world as a woman, and you had enough problems for being born in the place where you were born. You had never chosen a single one of your problems. Unlike Rhaenyra, you were not a Targaryen, no matter how much Aemond wanted to name you as such with that necklace that now hung around your neck. You were just another girl in a game that didn't belong to you. An innocent girl in a world of people far more powerful than you, just as Alys had been. It was reflected in you. Those eyes that reflected a brutal fear of what was happening.
Alys put her phone down on the table. She wouldn't be the one to give you away. She never would because, at that moment, she came to the great revelation of her life. You were not to blame for what was happening to her. Neither had Rhaenyra, though much of her rage had been directed at her. Men were the real culprits of the eternal enmity between women. She would never rise up against a woman again. She wouldn't be the one to tear you apart. She… she wanted to help you. It was no longer a question of protecting Aemond. It was a question of protecting you, of protecting that girl where that woman saw herself reflected. Alys needed redemption, not revenge.
"We'll make love on that balcony," Aemond whispered in your ear as he passed you the tablet which Alys had sent over the reservation and the photos of the hotel she had selected in Sunspear for both of you.
You gave a shy smile as you picked up the device. In front of the whole family, your uncle sat next to you in the garden and put his arm just behind you. In a protective gesture, he caressed your bare shoulder and played with the nape of your neck and the knot of the bikini you were wearing that morning. It was his favourite. It is black and elegant. He had dreamt of taking it off you. He would take it off your body in the jacuzzi that that room had. You would drink champagne, make love, nuzzle into his chest… He had planned to make that trip memorable. It would be the last one you would share after you went to study, far from him. He hated that feeling, even though he knew it was the best for you. For both of you.
The rest of the family was oblivious to all the attention Aemond was paying you or wanted to be oblivious. Your grandmother was talking to Jace about something minor while holding one of her grandchildren. Your father was holding another of the twins while they were swimming in the pool. Helaena came back from the kitchen with something to drink, and although you didn't see it, she looked at you disapprovingly. Your uncle kept playing with your hair, sitting together in a large hammock apart from the others. He whispered to you complicity while your eyes shone while you looked at him. That scene of a happy family was marred by all the attention that the one-eyed dragon gave you, and the others preferred to remain blind.
Just then, Lya and Daeron finally made an appearance at that family meal. The youngest of your uncles appeared with his sunglasses, while his girlfriend appeared in a discreet beach dress. From the face with which you saw your uncle appear, you knew that he came more for a business lunch than with his family.
He looked at your father, oblivious to everything and clicked his tongue. But his face was even harder to read when he looked at you and Aemond together. Lya ignored him. After the argument they had had a couple of days ago, the young Stark ignored him most of the time. It wasn't something that bothered him. He really liked feeling that his relationship with her was coming to an end, and he couldn't feel more liberated, although he still didn't want to take the plunge. Not after what the young woman had unashamedly suggested was going on between you and Aemond. He had brought her to that meal to calm things down between them, and it seemed to work.
As she arrived, Lya just greeted everyone present happily and sat down next to Alicent. She pretended that all was well between her and Daeron, and the younger of the dragons thought that perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to ask her to marry him. It would be a way to control everything she could say about you, although it would be a very strong leash around Daeron's neck. He swallowed as he took off his glasses. What did another strap matter? The important thing was not to go through the same embarrassment again. The same misfortune never again. Daeron's mind would always be a sea of indecision ever since they had been through this. He just wanted calm and normality.
Normal.
Normal wasn’t the word that came to his mind when he saw you and Aemond. Why the hell couldn't his brother suppress what he felt for you? Nothing good could come of it. Just abominations. Terrible monstrosities. He walked over to his older brother and put his hands in his pants pockets. He looked disapprovingly at your father while he continued to play with Helaena's little boy. "Aegon," greeted him.
"Look, it's Uncle Daeron with the drooping face. The only face he knows how to have lately," your father laughed as he continued playing with the boy, who patted the water, greeting his younger uncle. Your father should have had more children. At least the children brought out the best in him. Seeing that his little brother didn't smile at his little nephew, your father came out of the pool with the boy in his arms. "What the hell is wrong with you now?" Aegon asked as he carried the boy to his mother, who picked him up and gently dried him.
"We need to talk as lawyer and client," his brother whispered, grabbing his shoulder, and Aegon rolled his eyes in annoyance. At that moment, your father's gaze fell on you. Aemond gave you a knowing look, and your father's world seemed to freeze. That look was not something that was given to a niece, and you looked at himat that moment. You parted ways with your uncle almost instantly, and Aemond looked at his brother with that grimace he tried to put on almost every time he was caught red-handed, like when he'd been a teenager. With a completely stoic grimace, you dove into the water, and Aemond approached his brothers. "It would be advisable if Aemond was also in what we have to talk about."
"Yeah, sure," your father sighed as Aemond continued walking towards them. With hands in pockets and head down. Aegon thought it must be his imagination. It couldn't be that you and him… no, of course not. You had always been together. Aemond was like a father to you. Yes, that's what it was. Aegon was just imagining things from what had happened between Rhaenyra and Daemon. You were a smart girl. You always had been, and Aemond was your protector. That was all. That blind man just wanted to console himself at what was about to be a turning point in his life.
The three of them sat in the office that Aemond also kept in the house, looking at each other in the dim light that the place had always had. Aegon slumped back in his seat, bored, as Aemond and Daeron continued to talk about Cregan Stark. Aegon opened his phone and got ready to text one of his friends. That girl was your age, but he couldn't care less. It wasn't something for a serious relationship. That had died the same day your mother had decided to leave him. Aegon would never love the same again, and he didn't care. He had only decided to live in his parallel reality from which, in addition, you were about to disappear. Everything would return to normal. The terrible and disgusting normality, in which nothing was normal, and you were not.
"With everything I paid him, I don't think Cregan would dare sue Aegon," Aemond commented as he leaned back in his seat again. Daeron nodded silently. Of course, your uncle had paid him. He had paid him for his silence. All men have a price, and Cregan Stark had put it on a slip of paper that he had slipped in Aemond's direction. Cregan Sark was no better than the others. That was something Aemond had discovered at that meeting.
"Still, I'm not here for us to talk about Cregan. That is a chapter that I think we could close," Your uncle Daeron commented as he opened the work briefcase that always accompanied him. "Martel wrote to me last night," he commented as he passed a sheet to Aemond and did the same with your father, although he didn't pay attention until... "(Y/N)'s mother threatens retaliation," he commented, and your father He set his phone aside and ran a hand over his face.
"What does she want now?" Aemond commented reluctantly. "Damned bitch," he whispered under his breath, and Aegon looked at him as if he wanted to stab him. Your mother had been everything to him, and he didn't understand how his brother could continue treating her like that. After all, you had come out of her, even though Aemond tried to hide it all behind that facade about the Targaryens.
Daeron, without saying a single word, turned on the television that was there forgotten. He looked for any channel, but they all talked about the same thing. The terrible fight between Cregan and Aegon.
But, what came out were the images of Aemond dragging you by the hand to the car driven by Cole. "You have exposed your daughter to a pitiful presentation," was all Daeron said. Aemond rolled his eye in annoyance as the lawyer commented on all the legal threats your mother had sent the night before for such exposure. No one wanted to upset you, so they didn't tell you, but as Daeron went on and on about what your mother had sent through her lawyer, your father couldn't stop thinking about how close you and Aemond always were. The way he grabbed you. The way he looked at you. Anyone with eyes could see that there was something between you both that was far from a simple family relationship. Aegon began to worry.
"Tomorrow, we could go shopping and have lunch together before the trip." Aegon heard his brother's voice. It was already late at night. You two were sitting by the pool again. Illuminated by the light of the pool and a few garden lights that were still lit only by you. The atmosphere smelled of chlorine, and the calm water could be heard. You had wet hair, and you were wrapped in a towel while Aemond watched you, smoking, facing him, completely slumped in his chair, legs spread. The scene was far from the relationship that an uncle and his niece would have. Your father watched as you sat next to Aemond and smiled at him with bright eyes again.
"The truth is that I would love to spend time alone," you whispered, and he caressed your face gently, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Aemond almost had the audacity to kiss you on the lips when you heard your father clear his throat right behind you.
You jumped and saw Aegon with an almost forced smile on his face. You knew what he was thinking. Same thing half King's Landing, half Westeros was thinking. All that discretion had been marred by those images that now tormented you. However, Aemond had told you not to worry. He was going to take care of everything. Absolutely everything.
Aemond spun around to face his brother. Screwed by that intrusion, the CEO of Targaryen Industries raised one of his eyebrows questioningly, asking his brother to talk or leave you alone. He had never liked interruptions and had reached a point where he, too, believed himself untouchable.
"Could we talk, Aemond?" was all your father asked. You lay down right next to your uncle, and Aegon ended up adding "Alone." He saw the concern in your eyes. That damn worry that was etched on his face. You passed by him, but not before kissing him goodnight and he felt betrayed. Not for you. Only for Aemond. He had to have a serious talk with him... If he and you really were...
"What do you want now, Aegon?" his brother asked, offering him a cigarette. Aegon took it and sat down beside her. He wasn't used to smoking anymore, but he seemed to need it for what he was about to ask. He needed to know the truth and face it.
"Why are you taking her to the congress?" he asked bluntly as if that were a direct way of broaching the subject. No. It really wasn't. But, your father did not dare to suggest even what he himself saw. His mind would never accept it, but it was clear that he preferred to be lied to. He needed to be lied to because he would never be able to accept it.
“It's good for her. She will get an idea of how we do business. I imagine that she will work in the family business one day,” Aemond commented with an impassive face, like someone talking about the weather.
"You know that she won't work in the company, right? Not if I can help it," was all your father answered, almost in a desperate voice, interrupting his brother, who looked away as if he didn't want to accept that this was what was really going to happen. You would never work at Targaryen Industries. “She's not your assistant. You have never needed an assistant in any congress.” Aegon ran a hand through his hair, almost ashamed of what he was going to say to his brother. “These conferences were just another way to fuck Alys with company money. Take her with you. I haven't seen you two together for a long time."
"Alys has better things to do than I do, and this is an opportunity for (Y/N) to see how relationships work at the company where she's going to work," he said again, tensing up. That had been a low blow on his brother's part. He had never taken Alys away just to fuck her there. He had taken her there for much more. Even if he had, his older brother was no one to hold it against him. Aemond had worked too hard for his family now for no one, much less lazy Aegon, to hold anything against him. "I want her to know the family business. Is it so terrible? I remind you that you were the one who begged me to get her working for me," he snapped at him in a bad way.
Aegon swallowed hard. Yes, it had been himself and he alone who had condemned you to the repetition of his older sister's story. However, he did not dare to verbalize it. He didn't dare because he didn't want to believe it. It was impossible. You were his daughter. How could Aemond want you?
"I… I don't want anything bad to happen to her, Aemond." he swallowed hard. He wanted to say, he wanted to speak, he wanted to scream what he was seeing. What his mind screamed was true, but his heart told him it couldn't be true.
How was Aemond going to fuck you? You were his little dragon. He had always bragged about it, how he was your favourite uncle, how you had always chosen him over everyone else in that house… over her father. Even when you were little, you had always preferred spending time with him over Aegon, or at least he felt that way.
It could be harsh, but Aegon convinced himself that he was seeing illusions where there was nothing, that he was imagining that you and his brother were together because it gave him a reason to separate you from Aemond… because he was jealous. He was jealous of the father-daughter relationship you had with Aemond. Yeah. He told himself that this was what was happening to him, and that was why he was seeing ghosts where there were none. He had never been a devoted man to your cause, and though he wished he were now, Aemond was years ahead of him. Stupid Aemond. Always better than his big brother. Always.
Aegon remained silent while Aemond continued to smoke. The cigarette was consumed without taking a single puff, he thought as it fell apart in his hands. Aegon would always be a bad father. What he imagined between you and Aemond was proof of that. And that wrong man could not feel any worse than that in his entire life.
“That is to say, you only called me to tell me conjectures. Fantastic.” Daemon had taken off in his private jet that morning, headed for King's Landing. He had not used the one paid for by Aemond. That would have been giving him too many clues. He knew that almost everyone who served in his household gave Aemond information about his steps. He lived in a glass cage, comfortable yes, but a cage at the end of the day. In this way, Daemon had chosen those he knew to be truly loyal for this journey.
Sitting on that terrace in Flea Bottom,he asked for the bill, annoyed when he verified that whoever was in front of him had only called him with a guess. He couldn't stand wasting his time, and this girl had.
"It's not just guesswork. Every King's Landing suspects it," Lya replied. She was the one who had called to tip off Daemon. Daeron, as the family attorney, had his phone number in the phone book. She had only needed a clue from the one who was still her boyfriend to get the number to unlock his phone. The rest was history.
Lya felt betrayed, and few things are more dangerous than the revenge of a scorned woman. Daeron had dared to touch her, and she wasn't going to leave it at that. All because of Aemond… and it was your fault. Lya thought that no one would ever know. No one, and besides, she would get rid of the always annoying Aemond, who had always looked down on her like some Northern filth to be thrown away after getting laid.
Annoyed, Daemon began to struggle up from his chair. One of his bodyguards ran to help him. He, sheltered under a black hat to protect himself from the sun, reluctantly refused help. Holding on with difficulty to his cane with a dragon's head carved on a silver handle, the one who had been the most feared dragon in all of Westeros, began to go to his car. The one he had rented for that trip in hope, he thought, that he might finally gouge out his hated nephew's remaining eye, but he hadn't. That northern girl had only called him to make guesses, not give him facts. He adored facts, not the imaginings of a girl who seemed more than battered by the green dragons. Green. Daemon hated that damn colour.
"Wait!" Lya yelled at him again. This girl was unbearable. That's what Daemon thought as he turned to look at her. He saw her grab her bag hastily and stand in front of him. It must not be a very smart girl, Daemon thought. Being his little brother's girlfriend, Aemond had to keep an eye on her, or he considered her puny enough not to keep an eye on her. If that was the case, it was one of the first mistakes Aemond had made. And Daemon knew he wasn't the only one, but he needed proof. "There's a conference at Sunspear or something, and Aemond will take her away."
Daemon raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "I've also taken Aemond to that congress when I was his age, and I haven't fucked him" One of his bodyguards laughed at his occurrence, but Daemon kept looking at the girl who didn't even know how to articulate her words before the Prince of Bottom Flea. "Girl, you want to play a very dangerous game…"
“I think he's leaving without Alys. The two of them go alone. I thought I heard it at lunch yesterday,” he blurted out, without thinking. Aemond had always taken Alys with him. He hadn't known how to do a single trip without her and her pussy until you showed up.
The smirk faded from Daemon's face. He knew that behind that, there must be a compelling reason. Alys had been Aemond's right-hand man ever since they had met and started this strange relationship of affection. She was his execution arm, and it was clear that if he had gotten rid of her, it was for a compelling reason, even if it was for a single and sad business trip. Daemon sat back down at the table where they'd had a few drinks, and Lya did the same. Now, he had something to start with. Lya kept talking, and Daemon sensed that she was a girl who thought she was too smart, but she wasn't. What a waste of a girl! She did not ask for anything in exchange for such information. She thought she was too smart and thought she would get away unscathed from what she was telling the one-eyed dragon's greatest enemy. She didn't know Aemond, but Daemon thought that wasn't his problem.
Daemon would spend the next week in Landing. In complete anonymity, he would wreak an even more painful revenge on Aemond, avenge his throne, his reputation, and his beloved Rhaenyra.
Aemond had been benevolent to those who had taken from him so much, who had laughed so hard at him in his youth. Now, as CEO of Targaryen Industries, no one dared to contradict him. Nobody. He had allowed Jace to marry his sister. He had kept Luke close to him, as the company's accountant, in a grand gesture of magnanimity that the stupid kid who had laughed at him had been thankful for over and over again. Joffrey was the family's personal dealer with their many nocturnal businesses, and he knew that the one-eyed dragon had a good hold on them. Especially after the embarrassment their so-called adoptive mother had put them through. Although Aemond knew they were the biological ones. He had simply been an executor of the karma she needed, and that was fine, or at least he thought that was enough for the moment.
"After this visit, remember that we have to pick up (Y/N) from the airport," he commented to Cole, who was driving and stopped right in front of the door of that quiet place. Aemond had chosen a good centre. To show he even seemed worried about that part of his family.
"Of course," was all Cole replied as Aemond got out of the car. He straightened his scarf and his long black coat. You would spend those Christmases with them. You were six years old then, and Aemond had fought with claws and fangs for his little dragon to be with him on such important dates. But, before going to look for you, he must seem like a good and dedicated brother. He took that little Christmas cake and crossed the metal gates of that psychiatric centre in absolute silence.
The visits were always attended in a leafy garden that shared space with the forest that surrounded that placid place. Rhaenyra and he walked in silence through that cold place due to winter. What had been garden green in the spring was now grey and dull green, almost as dull as her older sister's eyes. After what had happened, Rhaenyra's protective family had decided to send Daemon far away and protect the little wonder from her uncle's bullying. A dedicated family. A dedicated brother... true, calculated revenge. They both sat down, and Aemond broke a small piece of cake that Rhaenyra accepted docilely, thanks to the medicines she was now taking.
"My children are going to take me out for Christmas Eve," she commented in a whisper just before that emaciated woman took a small bite of the cake. "I suppose you'll spend it alone..." she said, full of hate. She knew what was going on; she had never been crazy, but it had been another part of Aemond's manipulation. From that moment on, all the Targaryens would dance to his rhythm. To him, it was a fair deal after being so beaten up and bullied mercilessly.
"Hmm, Aegon's little girl is coming with the family to spend these holidays," was all he answered his sister before dropping that bombshell that would destroy Rhaenyra. "And... they asked me if it was okay for you to go with your children tonight." He pursed her lips in a tired, angry grimace. "I think you know what I said."
Rhaenyra swallowed the cake she was eating with difficulty. And she knew there was no escape. Aemond was going to make her pay for all her sins, for all they had made him suffer. They did not speak again, and Aemond was once again a hero. The concerned brother. The devoted brother.
Just as they were collecting his sister, Aemond saw her pick up the same knife with which he had cut the cake, but he said nothing. Rhaenyra was not allowed to possess sharp or cutting things due to a diagnosis by the doctors at that centre. But his brother didn't say anything. He only watched undaunted as she took it and left. Whatever she did with that knife was none of his business. Maybe it was calculated... or not. You would never know. And whatever she did, it would just be another way of showing herself to be what she was to Aemond: an indecent bloody monster.
That night, while you were opening the many gifts Aemond had bought you and he was reading you a bedtime story, Rhaenyra bled to death alone in that psychiatric room. She could never escape Aemond Targaryen's dominance and control, and she chose to end it the only way she knew how. No one ever knew how that knife got to her, but everyone agreed that Daemon had driven her mad. No one could think that Aemond's vengeance was slowly destroying that part of his family because no one knew.
I can't believe he did that to Rhaenyra! Daemon definitely has a reason for revenge.
So glad Alys decided not to go through with destroying Aemond because she knew reader didn't deserve the consequences. She's def the girlboss you want on your side!
Aemond's getting sloppy and Aegon has finally caught on but then tries to gaslight himself
I don't think Lya will come out of this unscathed 👀
Dark desire is ultimately the story that I like the most of all the ones I write and it is for one reason only. There is no good or bad, it is a gray scale that I really enjoy.
Alys is the best in this story, or well, one of the best. I always write it as an example of late sorority, but sorority at the end of the day.
Aegon doesn't want to see, and there's nothing worse than that…
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome! And sorry for the delay theses weeks, I will try to be faster in next chapters.
Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader, for all the patience and the love that always shows for my writing. Thank you so much for all the time that you spend with this. Thank you so much. i really aprreciate it :D
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“I know you don't want to see me, but could you at least take my call? We need to talk about what happened.' You deleted the message again almost automatically. Cregan had texted you almost every day that week and had called you at least five times. It wasn't like the harassment of a jealous or insistent boyfriend but more like the calls for attention from a man worried about you. You turned off the phone screen while having breakfast with your grandmother and Aemond on that Saturday morning.
You sighed in defeat, and Aemond looked over the top of the newspaper, wanting to know what was wrong with you. Alicent went on to talk about the benefit gala she did every year to raise money for the Faith of the Seven. It would be that night, and it would also coincide with being the first year that you would attend.
It was a gala dinner where the most influential personalities from all over Westeros gathered because Aemond brought them there simply to make his mother happy once a year. It would be your first time attending because you were already of legal age. Before, the agreement your parents had signed prevented any public exposure you might have. They both wanted to protect you from belonging to two of the most influential families in the seven kingdoms, but now it was different.
Aemond insisted that you would have to start participating in the few public events in which he also participated. While your father was making a weekly cover of the gossip magazines, the rest of the Targaryen brothers kept a discreet distance in the background. Understated, but not non-existent, and that was Aemond's idea for you; let the world know that you were a dragon, with the importance and responsibility that it entailed, but that you would not lose yourself in the world of luxury and pleasures in which Aegon seemed to be immersed.
The phone rang one last time, and you picked it up, annoyed. You ran your finger across the screen, ignoring the last notification of what you knew would be the only call Cregan would attempt that day, or so you thought and took a small sip of your coffee. Aemond raised an eyebrow. He knew you were hiding something from him, but making a scene in front of his mother wouldn't help you hide something you thought was too obvious, but no one seemed to notice.
"This year, I have put more desserts on the menu", your grandmother smiled at you, bringing you back to reality. "A very good selection. I know how much you like desserts," she explained sweetly and sympathetically. Your grandmother had always been quite lax with you, removing the prefects of faith, but after your birthday and what had happened, she seemed even sweeter, as if she didn't want to offend you in anything and to please you in everything. From what Aemond had told you, it was quite similar to the attitude she had taken towards him when he lost his eye.
"Thank you, Grandma." You smiled shyly at her, and Aemond smirked. The truth was that you had become even more aware of the strong bond that united Alicent and Aemond, and it seemed that the new status of your nameless relationship with him made things change between you and your grandmother. She wasn't just your grandmother anymore, at least from Aemond's perspective. On the other hand, her gesture touched you, but desserts had ceased to fascinate you since you had turned seven years old. "Who's going to the gala?" you asked curiously, not wanting to show your concern about meeting Cregan there. You couldn't face it, at least not at the time. It wasn't a question of love but because Cregan had been good to you and that, in the end, you had disappeared from his life without a trace. You were ashamed of your behaviour, but you were even more ashamed of the fact that you had changed him so quickly for the one you truly loved.
"Anyone who can afford it," Aemond replied, closing the newspaper. "The 300 kindest people in all of Westeros, but this is according to your grandmother," he chuckled, playing a joke on his mother that she reluctantly scolded, slapping her son on the arm. Alicent didn't know what was wrong with her son, but lately, he seemed happier, more cheerful, more human. Aemond had always been rigid in his convictions and behaviour. However, in recent weeks he had a behaviour similar to being in love. Your grandmother had no idea what this meant, but she was just happy for her son. She believed that he was seeing someone and that sooner or later one of her children, whom she thought would always remain sad, would give her grandchildren. Alicent had no idea how little of this happiness was left for her son, but at that breakfast, she thought that everything would be fine in the life of the most battered of her children.
"They are very important people, of that we can be sure," your grandmother smiled radiantly. She was about to start talking about her project again when your phone vibrated on the table again. Cregan was being really insistent that morning, perhaps because you suspected that he would also be attending this famous event, and he wanted to spare you the embarrassment and discomfort of meeting each other after you had ignored him, if only for your sake and Aemond's. You were beginning to see how jealous he could get over almost anything. He thought he hid it well under hisserious facade, but you were beginning to know the way he clenched his jaw, which seemed to break the teeth and bones that made it up.
"Why don't you take it?" Aemond tried to sound casual but failed in his attempt. You knew that he only demanded to know who it was, who called you so urgently on a Saturday morning. You saw him take a cigarette out of a fresh pack that he just opened at that moment. He brought it to his lips without losing sight of you, but you didn't look at him. You didn't want to talk to him about how Cregan was calling you to fix things. The old wolf was simply saying that he needed to talk to you. You heard the Zippo click and how he took a puff and then quickly blew smoke out of his nose.
"It's nothing important," you told him as you tried to continue eating breakfast. You picked up a piece of fruit and began to peel it in silence under the watchful eye of Aemond, who knew you were lying. However, this time it was not jealousy. It was just a worry that had been on his mind lately more than he wanted to admit: You didn't trust him. Or at least not to tell him everything that happened to you. It seemed as if there was some kind of barrier between you that you had built up in a way of protecting you both. For Aemond, it was beginning to be a concern. Where was all this leading you if you couldn't trust him?
"Good morning", your father appeared just then, stretching and with a tired face as he took his seat next to you at that garden table. At least he had managed to break the tension that had existed up to that moment and of which, as always, your grandmother seemed unaware. Your father ruffled your hair again, and you smiled at him. It was one of those things he should have done when you were little, but at least tried now. That was the only consolation you found. "Don't eat fruit for breakfast. That is only done if you are sick," he joked as he took a Croissant, and you laughed. Aemond looked at the two of you disapprovingly.
"Are you going to go to the gala with that face?" Aemond spoke unlovingly to his older brother, taking another drag, nearly draining the cigarette to the end. Aegon always managed to get under his skin. However, it was his brother. He had to protect him. He should always protect his family.
"It's my usual face," your father replied as he poured himself coffee under Aemond's watchful eye. That one-eyed look that always disapproved of him. His younger brother looked at him disapprovingly, having almost forgotten you at once.
"It's your face from having been partying days in a row", Aemond said as he stubbed out his cigarette, ready to scold Aegon, as always. You had rarely seen it because the three of you had met a few times in time and space together, but you were beginning to realize that it was a bit of a regular occurrence.
"Well, that's the same thing. My usual face." Your father shrugged and dunked the croissant into his coffee, ready to ignore his brother. He winked at you, and at that moment, your phone rang again. Aegon cheekily stared at your phone screen. What neither your grandmother nor Aemond dared to do, your father did shamelessly and was simply angry. "What is Cregan doing calling you?" he asked you, visibly angry. You did not answer, knowing that not telling him would anger Aemond.
"That man doesn't seem to understand endings", your grandmother spoke, worried about you. Everyone fell silent afterwards as the phone rang. Aemond's jaw clenched as if he was going to break it, and your grandmother gave you a worried look. However, it was Aegon who crossed all the lines of your privacy. After all, your father thought that Cregan was ultimately responsible for that anxiety attack that had landed you in the hospital.
"Fuck", your father picked up the phone. You tried to stop him almost desperately, but he simply took the cell phone and picked it up in an aggressive way, grinding his teeth and losing his mind for the simple fact that his puppy was suffering. Aegon was not violent. That attitude involved too much work, and he was not used to work. But, he was just starting to freak out lately under a desire to keep you safe and happy. That was all that mattered to him. He brought the phone to his ear, under the watchful eye of Aemond, who leaned back in his chair to watch the spectacle. “Listen to me well, old wolf. I want you to leave her alone,” you heard Cregan yell on the other end of the line.
"Dad, give me back the phone", you yelled at him as you followed him around the garden after he got up. You didn't want to put on any show. It wasn't your style or your ways, but it was partly your father's. Aegon, at that moment, only cared about you.
"If you don't stop calling her, believe me, there will be consequences, and I think you know very well what kind of consequences there are when you mess with dragons." You saw him sigh heavily as you tried to take his mobile while you chased him through the garden, where he was pacing nervously, trying to avoid you. Hewas going to protect you. He would do it like he hadn't in 17 years.
"Dad, please", you yelled at him again, but then you felt a hand grab you and pull you away from your father. You saw Aemond walk up to his older brother and take the phone away from him while yelling a thousand expletives at Cregan. After all, Aemond was stronger and taller than your father.
"You're an asshole.” your uncle spat on your father. At first, it had been fun to watch. "What the hell are you threatening him for? We can send whoever you want, but don't threaten him, okay? Don't even think of doing it again," he told him as he handed back your mobile. Now he was worried about what could happen. He could send a thousand guys to beat up Cregan, but he couldn't do what your father had done: yell it out in front of everyone through a phone that might be recording. He couldn't afford to be associated with acts of violence like that. Not him, not his family, or they would have problems.
“He said he had to talk to her. I won't have it after what happened,” your father yelled, now turning his anger on Aemond.
"Alright. I don't want him to talk to her either, but let me handle it." Aemond took your father by the arm and whispered in his ear. Aegon just nodded his head, and your uncle's face grew grim. You ran to talk to Aemond. You didn't want anything to happen to Cregan because you knew that nothing that happened to you was his fault. It had only been a determinant, not a cause. However, your grandmother arrived first.
"Don't even think about doing anything. I know you too well. Both of you.” Aegon ran a hand over his face in despair, but Aemond ignored her.
"Hmmm", was all he sighed as he sauntered past you. You had never seen that side of your family, but it was something that scared you. You didn't feel comfortable, and you really began to fear what might happen to Cregan, just as you saw Aemond walk away to make a call that you never knew the content of. Alicent looked worriedly at her son. He had always been protective of you, and that was already too much.
Lya had always liked flashes, cameras and glamour. Those three elements had undoubtedly been determining factors in opting for that stable relationship with your uncle Daeron. The lawyer had remained for a couple of photos with his girlfriend at the entrance to the Hightower Hotel where the gala that took so much effort and time for your grandmother was held, but finally, he had let her enjoy having a little fame for herself.
Since Lya was only known for being the 'girlfriend of…' However, she didn't care. She enjoyed it equally and would enjoy it even more after Daeron proposed to her. It shouldn't have been that long. She had endured the unspeakable among the Targaryens, and at the very least, her reward had to be a proper marriage. Something that would give her a status similar to Alicent's in that family. But, Lya was not Alicent and never would be. Daeron Targaryen's young girlfriend enjoyed the last moment in which the photographers claimed her attention. At that precise moment, Aemond Targaryen and his brother made an appearance, getting out of the main family car. Alicent got out of the car with difficulty, helped by the eldest of her children, and behind her, you appeared.
A red and black velvet gown had been your choice for that night, or rather Aemond's. He held you by the waist as you got out of the car, and in a protective gesture, he took you inside the building, holding you tight, while the attention of the photographers was torn between taking a picture of your figure that your uncle would not let go of or your father with your grandmother, who did stay at the doors of the building to the delight of many photographers.
Aemond wanted you to participate in public life, not expose yourself, and you wouldn't have been comfortable with it either, but that paternal gesture from the man who was now your lover left you cold. What would anyone think of the way he had grabbed you? Well-dressed and in keeping with the moment, he ignored you as he entered the building. Now was the time to save face, though the long, silent look he gave you as you walked away from him said it all. It was the look of a man in love, and Lya could only narrow her eyes at that spectacle. What was between you and Aemond was not normal, and Lya, she could only suspect. Daeron gently took her hand as she entered the building, but the young Stark couldn't get the thought out of her head. She had seen how Aemond held you and looked at you. She did remember what had happened between Daemon and Rhaenyra, and she couldn't ignore that you two seemed too similar. Was the rest of the Targaryens blind?
After all day alone in the family home, you found yourself even more alone at that party. You saw your Aunt Helaena and her husband, Jace, dance together in the crowd. Your father was already missing, and your grandmother was chatting with one of her pious friends. You saw Lya and Daeron equally dance together after dinner, which had been tedious and almost unbearable. To be fair, you hadn't seen Lya since that night at the smallest of the Velaryon's clubs on your father's express orders. But, at that party and after such a long time, her presence continued to bother you. You would never feel comfortable with her again. Not after her friends had aired how she saw you.
You sighed, bored, and Aemond looked at you sideways, sitting next to you at the same table where you had eaten. He smiled when he saw you slip into your seat with your arms crossed. So pretty and, at the same time, so careless. He would have loved to have ushered you into one of the upstairs rooms right then, but he was content to see you like this while one of the main investors continued to discuss numbers and figures with Aemond. Without a doubt, this was a party for everyone. Except for you.
"I'll tell Alys to send you the closing of the quarterly", Aemond commented while that man continued chattering while the face of his wife, also sitting next to him, was quite similar to yours. However, it seemed to activate the moment your uncle spoke the name of his secretary.
"Oh, speaking of Alys, I miss her at this gala", the man's wife commented with a sarcastic giggle as she scanned you up and down. You tensed. You never expected that no one would give you such an accusing and cheeky look like that in that place "... but I see that you have changed it for a younger model, right?" That woman with the pearl necklace and ancient hairstyle lashed out again, and her husband told her reprimanded her while she looked away, embarrassed. Aemond didn't even look at you, now concentrating on glaring at that woman with his one eye, but the damage was already done. A younger model? Is that how they saw you at that party? That was a hard blow to reality. Perhaps you weren't being as discreet as Aemond expected, and you saw Lya look at you and smile as she was now whispering to one of her friends. And you started to feel bad. The world was spinning.
"I have to go to the bathroom," was all you said. You needed to cool off. You needed to get out of there while you felt in an almost paranoid way how everyone was looking at you at that party. What was happening to the world?
"She is my niece. Not a fucking prostitute." Aemond spoke just as you left, and that woman paled while her husband could barely swallow. Now they were in your uncle's crosshairs, and the man knew that he would not deal with dragons again. Much to his regret. All because of his wife's big mouth and her way of pointing out subtleties that weren't as subtle as the great Aemond Targaryen believed and his family of dragons refused to see.
You got your neck and chest slightly wet. Not the face. That would be spoiling the makeup that they had put on you in that very expensive beauty salon that your uncle had paid for. The red lips in the tone that he himself had chosen, you looked overwhelmed. You needed to get out of there. You began to believe in the words that your mother had always said and in her refusal to attend that party.
Also, you were beginning to believe that everyone was looking at you as if everyone suspected what was happening between you and Aemond, but you were discreet, right? Definitely yes. Never a major gesture in public. Never. So much sacrifice. Only, he had taken you by the waist in a protective gesture, and the way he looked at you said much more than any of his gestures.
You sighed slowly as if you were trying to regulate your agitated breathing, your anxiety. You saw yourself in front of that mirror in that lonely bathroom. The focus of attention was on you. You needed to get back to Aemond's side, not worry him and tell him that you wanted to go home. Make love in your room. Normalize what you felt for each other. No more secrets. Shout it out if necessary. But you knew you couldn't. So you were content with wanting to return only to his side. You left the bathroom for it after taking a deep breath and steeling yourself to face that crowded room.
"You look spectacular", you heard a familiar voice just behind you. You turned, and there he was, the man you'd been trying to ignore all week. Cregan has his hands in his pants pockets, dressed in a suit befitting the occasion like everyone else. He smiled sadly at you, and you almost blanched. He was well groomed, yet his eyes showed a lack of sleep. Two large dark circles under his eye sockets were proof that Cregan Stark, the old wolf of Winterfell, had been almost without sleep since he had returned to the capital.
"Thank you," was all you answered, looking away from him but unable to move from the spot. A small part of you told you that you should have taken some of his calls, answered some text, stood there and let him put his arms around you, but you were in love with Aemond.
Cregan was nothing to you anymore if he ever was. Cregan was the right choice. It always would be, but not always, the right choices are the ones we want to make. "I have to go," was all you could think of to say, almost scared to have found him. That simple exchange of words would make Aemond jealous, and this was something you did not want to experience again. Besides, you were also dreading the prospect of talking to Cregan. It scared you in a way you couldn't explain. You'd ignored him, and you'd ignored him because the girl from just a month ago would have seen herself capable of taking on anything, but you weren't that girl anymore. You had lost strength as if you were starting to let Aemond take care of everything. You weren't you anymore, were you? In the end, it all came down to the fact that you had developed an irrational fear of betraying, harming or offending Aemond.
"Wait", Cregan grabbed your bare arm, and that only caused you anxiety. What would Aemond think if he saw you like this, with his body so close to yours? With the northerner claiming you so fiercely? "Please, (Y/N), wait", he whispered to you, looking into your eyes with the sincerity that characterized him. I understand that you don't want to see me. I heard what happened after I left, but we need to talk." His hand loosened its grip on your arm.
"I don't want to talk, Cregan," you told him without taking your eyes off the ground. You were taking too long. You had only told Aemond that you would go to the bathroom and come back. He must have been worried about you, and you were just being hindered by Cregan. "I don't need to talk."
“Everyone needs to talk about what's wrong with them, (Y/N)", he whispered to you and at that moment, his eyes met yours. You wish Aemond was like this. You wish, sometimeAemond would open up so much to you that you could understand what was going on inside his head. You let your guard down, and Cregan smiled. A sincere and sad smile. "What happened… what happened to you and you going to the hospital was terrible."
"It had nothing to do with you", you replied, looking away from him. Cregan cradled your face in his hands, caressing your chin and lips. This was another kind of love, very different from Aemond's, completely different.
"Even if it had nothing to do with me, I feel just as guilty", he whispered, trying to calm you down, trying to protect you. "I know that something has changed, and you don't want to see me again, but... I still like you, and I'm still in love with you, with your smile, with that beautiful way you had to bite your lip when we made love..." he moaned almost desperately for one more minute by your side. Cregan had always been a lovesick man. Yet you had managed to drive him crazy in ways he couldn't understand. The time he had spent in Winterfell without you had been eternal and painful, even more, hurtful when what had happened to you after his departure reached his ears. The old wolf always fixed things and wanted to be there to fix you. "Please, I only ask you for a coffee. You and I. Alone and calm. Without your family, Just you and me. Fix what we can fix…"
"I-I can't", you sighed, defeated because in front of you was a man even more defeated than you. You did not want to be alone with Cregan because you knew that in your heart, it was this affection that you had always needed and would always need. You would have killed for Aemond to have shown half the devotion Cregan had for you, but you knew your uncle was too arrogant for it. You looked Cregan in the eye to say goodbye and to close that chapter once and for all when you heard your father's voice right behind you.
"I told you to leave her alone!" he roared as he grabbed your arm to pull you away from Cregan. You had never seen your father violent, but he scared you at the time, just as his fist met Cregan's jaw and Cregan made a sound of pain. The girl who was with your father and whose presence you only became aware of then shrieked. And then there was only scandal, screams and people. A security guard grabbed your father, who was almost determined to kill Cregan, and Aemond hugged you as he found you in the crowd. That night two rumours began to resonate even louder throughout the King's Landing: Cregan had been to blame for what had happened to you, and your relationship with Aemond was too close.
Daeron sat wearily on the bed. He sighed and looked at the ceiling. At least he had managed to get Cregan not to press charges after a punch from Aegon. That was progress. The old wolf of Winterfell said he understood your father. After all, Cregan Stark was also the father of several girls. Daeron couldn't remember how many, but he was a father after all. Aegon would never know how to handle his emotions when it had to do with you. At least from the perspective of the smallest of dragons.
The youngest of your uncles fell on the bed after loosening his tie and would have let himself sleep there if it weren't for the fact that he had visitors that night. Lya came out of the bedroom bathroom wrapped in the bathrobe that a few months ago she had insisted on leaving at her boyfriend's house. Daeron hated that young Stark left her things at his house. It was almost a way to increase their commitment. A commitment Daeron was less and less sure of. Lya was capricious and spoiled at times as if being his longest-lasting girlfriend gave her permission to always have her own way.
Daeron leaned back on the bed to watch her as she sat at the dresser she'd asked for a few months ago. He had ended up buying it so he wouldn't have to listen to her. Those were the relationships that stuck, right? Give in to not listen to your loved one. Although, he doubted that he was in love with her. What was love? Has he ever felt it? He watched her remove her makeup in silence while she looked at him in the reflection of that mirror. He remembered that vacation in Pentos with the girl he really liked in college. The one whose parents, true descendants of Old Valyria, had rejected Daeron for his 'tainted' blood. After all, Alicent was the only one who didn't come from a place like this. This vague and imprecise concept that made Aemond proud was just a hoax. They were nothing similar. They never would be, and perhaps with that idea, Daeron had started dating Lya. He would never live up to what their last names were supposed to carry.
"You're very quiet." Lya woke him from his musings, and Daeron stared at the ceiling, weary. He needed a vacation away from his family.
"I was thinking that I'm glad your cousin didn't file a complaint with my brother," he lied because he didn't want to tell Lya what was going through his head because he didn't want to talk to her about how he felt that the relationship was going nowhere. Lya laughed cheekily, and Daeron looked at her again, confused. "What are you laughing at?"
"That my cousin would never press charges against Aegon. He still hopes to end up between (Y/N) 's legs." She smiled again in an unpleasant way as she turned around. Her brown eyes locked with Daeron's. "Poor fool. That place is already taken and awarded to another man. Only a fool or those who refuse to see reality would not see it." She shrugged and continued combing her hair.
"Pardon…?" Daeron started to speak, but Lya cut him off with a cocky smile and a know-it-all look.
"Aemond is fucking your niece. Are you going to tell me it's not true?" She challenged him. She challenged him because Daeron had never dared to raise a word higher than another against his girlfriend, because they had never argued, because he had always given in until Aegon made it clear that he did not want to see Lya again for a long time. She had hurt (Y/N) with her words, and it was clear that she was only with him for his money. She challenged him because he had removed her from his life with a few simple words from his older brother. She challenged him because she was hurt by the way he had pushed her away in an affront against you.
"They have always been very close," was all he could think of to say in answer to your farce. He also had the same suspicions, but he would never dare say them out loud. His conversations with Helaena had advised him to do so.
"Like Daemon and Rhaenyra", she sneered again, and Daeron couldn't take it anymore. He got up and did the unthinkable. Lya kept giggling silently, and her boyfriend grabbed her by the neck, pushing her against the wall. She went cold and saw a more dragon-like fury in Daeron's eyes. Daeron was never going to suffer the same embarrassment that happened to his older sister. The thing that had traumatized him to the point of saying enough, that had embarrassed him. It could be happening. He wasn't the one to reveal it, much less Lya.He would never again live with the shame of such a scandal. Because if Daeron had lived in fear of anything in his life, it was the shame he had felt for all those years until people forgot what had happened between his uncle and Rhaenyra. He squeezed Lya's neck again. That gallant knight, the meekest of dragons, was willing to take out his claws so as not to be embarrassed again.
"Don't you dare suggest something like that again," he whispered between his teeth. "Have you understood me?" He shook her again, and Lya just nodded in frightened silence.
For the first time, Daeron had brought out the angry, fucked-up dragon in him, and Lya knew that the one she had taken for a panoli with money would never ask her to marry him again.
He had offered him a cigarette, and Cregan had refused. He had given up smoking when his second wife insisted on it, for his health and for the curtains not to smell of smoke. The northerner had given in. He always gave in when it came to women. A true gentleman. Every woman's dream until they got bored of it. Cregan had never left a single one of his relationships. It had always been the other party who had insisted on leaving him. He believed that things could have been fixed by talking. He was old school. And with you, he thought exactly the same, but it was clear that your paternal family would never let him get close to you again.
"Just give me a number, and I'll pay you." Aemond Targaryen, CEO of Targaryen Industries, was in front of him. The dragon was indeed smoking. Leaning back in his large leather chair, as he stared at Cregan Stark with his one eye. He had invited him into her office that morning, just after Aegon had given him a black eye, to 'talk business'. Cregan had come with the hope that these businesses would address your situation, but he found that Aemond simply wanted to buy him the project that a month ago had seemed ridiculous to him.
Cregan wasn't stupid. He knew that this was a subtle and veiled form of blackmail. If he sold his project for an exorbitant amount of money, he was selling his silence at the same time. A nice and elegant way to mask everything that had happened at the gala the night before. It was a clear subtext that Aemond Targaryen wanted to offer him: 'I bought your project in exchange for not denouncing my brother and, in exchange for your silence for any statement you could make'. That was what dragons always tried to do. To master absolutely everything. The northerner scribbled an absurdly high figure on a piece of paper and offered it to Aemond silently. He didn't want to be there. Your uncle accepted that. Aemond just looked at the paper without showing a single reaction and picked up the phone in his office. Cregan watched in disbelief as he asked Alys to set up a transfer for the amount the old wolf had put on that piece of paper.
"If that was all." Cregan started to rise from his seat when Aemond waved him back to sit down. The northerner obeyed in silence but only lifted his chin in a haughty gesture. He knew that now the topic of conversation was going to be you. Your uncle thought that he had bought Cregan with such a sum of money, perhaps he had, but he wanted to make sure that everything would return to normal after such a monetary exchange.
Aemond fell silent, a warning. "I don't want you to see her again" he was direct in his request, much less violent than his older brother, but just as threatening and possessive of you. "Don't even try to talk to her. I want you to disappear from her life."
"I suppose that this request is included in such an amount of money", Cregan replied in a bad manner. The northern challenged him. Anyone else would have nodded and gone bowing to the King of King's Landing. But Cregan Stark didn't care. Never again would dragons intimidate him.
"All men have a price, and you have written it on a piece of paper," Aemond replied. He leaned back on his desk and offered Cregan up again. "I'm going to be magnanimous, I can offer you twice as much, but it's best that you never go near her again. I'm not going to be so nice if you do it again," he smiled. One of the corners of his lips turned up. A sneer and menace crossed Aemond's face.
"You don't scare me." Cregan would never understand what was going through Aemond's head with you. He didn't think it was a healthy relationship or even logical, and yet your uncle didn't seem to want you to be happy in the eyes of others. Aemond was used to doing and undoing everything. You were not an exception.
"I know, but I think you should think about those around you" Aemond smiled again, almost laughing at Cregan. “Your eldest son Rickon is starting college at Dreadfort College this year. The streets there are dangerous, but I think that's something you already know about.” Aemond began speaking in a confident tone.
"Look…" Cregan was also planning to counterattack, but surely your uncle was much more versed in threatening than Cregan. Aemond had always grown to own everything, and he was going to prove it to the northerner.
"And I know that the kindergarten where you take the smallest of your offspring is extremely elitist, but it is not free of dangers, Cregan." He smiled again. "By the way, you should keep a closer eye on your twin daughters' nights out. It would be a shame if something happened to them in one of the clubs they frequent. You have ten children, I can go on, but I think you are already catching on to how all this is going."
Of course, he was getting it. For Cregan, the main thing was his children. Aemond Targaryen reminded him right in that conversation that Cregan might not be scared of what happened to him, but he was scared of what could happen to his children. Cregan just got up. Willing to go, he wouldn't bother you again because he knew Aemond was capable of anything. He was a dangerous man and always would be, but he turned away. Ready to challenge him one last time, trying to appeal to his conscience. "You're never going to make her happy..."
"She is happy; with me, she is happy. And always will be," your uncle spoke for the last time to the northerner without looking at him. His gloomy face against the light of the enormous window of his office. And at that precise moment, Cregan understood what was wrong with you. He would never say anything. It was just another form of dominance, but he was repulsed at imagining the very thing your uncle had confessed was going on between you. Those who do not remember their history are doomed to repeat it, and it seemed that Aemond Targaryen did not remember the same thing that had happened to his uncle.
"It is quite expensive, but it is a good project", Alys woke Aemond from his thoughts. He was looking out the window of his office. It was almost dark. However, he did not want to go home. He didn't want to look you in the eye right now and think about how he had threatened Cregan so he wouldn't see you again. It wasn't something he was proud of. He wasn't proud of any of the actions he'd taken to keep you by his side. He would never be. But he needed to be with you. That was all he needed. He knew it. He needed you by his side. His. Even if you were to go to Sunspear, you would still be his. He would take care of it. “It will triumph in the congress next week. I've already booked our rooms and…” Alys started blathering on about dates and meetings. She pretended that everything was fine between them for the good of the company, for her benefits within it, but Aemond was about to blow up that feigned peace for your good, for your uncle's idea of what was your good.
“(Y/N) and I are going to the congress. Us two alone. Nobody else. You will stay here and run my schedule. I know you know how to do it. You don't need to come.” Aemond gave a firm order, and Alys's world came crashing down.
No one had the right to remove her from her post, not after working so long at that company. She was almost as important a figure as Aemond. She…she had always given her all for Targaryen Industries. She had betrayed Daemon for the good of the company, for his command to pass into the hands of someone more just but, Aemond was becoming his own uncle by leaps and bounds, and Alys was going to suffer the consequences of it.
"You are kidding, right?" It was all she answered as she felt her legs give way. No. This couldn't be happening. Alys could be many things, but she was a hard worker. The Sunspear Conference was her favourite time of the year. The time to shine, the time to be more than just a secretary. Everyone was talking about her effectiveness at that congress. She hadn't missed it once in the last 30 years. She had even attended more than Aemond had. She was the visible face of Targaryen Industries at that congress, and everything was going to change because of you. It was inadmissible.
“I want you to book the suite in any of the luxury hotels. I don't care where it is. Another smaller room next door. We can't raise suspicions.” Aemond followed his idea, ignoring each and every one of the astonished grimaces that were drawn on Alys' face.
"Aemond, I have to go," she yelled at him, almost desperate. She couldn't let anyone put out her light. She had given everything for the company. She was the one who had placed Aemond in his position. Her mind, her intelligence could not give any more. Her life was that company and nothing more. She hadn't sacrificed so much to be now placed in her simple secretary position. She didn't care that Aemond hadn't taken her to the charity dinner. She didn't care, but not when this was so extremely important.
"Alys, I think you are forgetting your place in this company. Am I going to have to remind you?" Aemond's jaw set, and Alys turned, determined to leave. Aemond Targaryen was ungrateful and didn't know who he was messing with. No doubt he was biting off more than he could chew.
An old but elegant clock marked midnight in that house in the Summer Islands. Subtle, muted cream curtains swayed in the breeze, and light from a pool in the garden shed some light on the quiet room. Old volumes of the history of Ancient Valyria between modern detective novels and political books. Daemon Targaryen had always been a man of eclectic tastes, but what he enjoyed most was a glass of whiskey and a good book.
That rather comfortable and elegant house seemed to sleep. An old photo of Daemon and Rhaenyra sat on a high teakwood mantel on which Dark Sister also rested, an old family heirloom. Proof that the Targaryens had always been into weaponry. When Daemon left his beloved company, that sword and that photo were the only things that had accompanied him to his sad exile from the rest of the mortals. His had almost seemed the most unforgivable of sins. Sitting in the darkness of his living room, an ageing Daemon thought about everything that had destroyed him and led to this situation. Aemond had never deprived him of any luxury. That was true. He had assigned him a lifetime salary, which Daemon enjoyed and squandered in his elegant home on the Summer Isles. He was still drinking a bottle of whiskey a week and fucking a different woman almost every night, but he was missing something. He was missing his beloved Rhaenyra.
Although his nephew thought himself very cunning, Daemon knew who had leaked the information. The only problem was that it seemed impossible to hit back at a man who had shielded his private life almost masterfully. Daemon wondered if his one-eyed nephew ever enjoyed life. But, that night, while reflecting on it as, almost every night, the phone rang, and Daemon Targaryen received the most important call of his life. Someone had betrayed Aemond Targaryen, and you were going to be one of the collateral victims of the revenge that Daemon was certain to execute on Aemond.
Daemon's time for revenge has arrived...I'm scared for Aemond and reader.
So much drama at the gala! Aegon went full beast on Cregan.
Lya awakened the sleeping dragon in Daeron but will he still keep her around even though he won't marry her or is she toast?
Cregan knows 👀
I hope Aemond reconsiders letting Alys go to the conference. She will have nothing to lose if he takes away her position in the company and I don't think she'll be as willing to keep his secrets at that point.
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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“I don't know what we can do. The drunken dragon always accepts our conditions. Always. That Stupid Aegon...” Gerolf Dayne, the oil magnate, the richest man in Starfall and the second richest man in Dorne, just behind the Martells, was smoking a cigar in that meeting room in King's Landing, at one of the most expensive and prestigious law firms in all of Westeros. “If now (Y/N) has stopped having her head on the clouds and wants to study a career, everything is fine with me. It was about time that she stopped those stupid dreams of wanting to be an artist," he took another puff, and Gerold, his eldest son, narrowed his violet eyes, annoyed.
"We have enough money, both us and the dragons, to do whatever she wants," your uncle said, getting up from the seat he occupied next to his father, who presided over the long table in the office. "Let her be what he wants to be; let her do what she wants."
"The only thing that worries me is that she has suddenly changed her mind. If she applied to Sunspear the same day, and then told me she didn't want to go, that she wanted to make a career here, I don't know. It worries me," your mother sighed, defeated, not understanding what was happening to you. You had always been firm in the things you wanted, in what you desired. And now all of them had gone to the capital for an emergency meeting so that they and their lawyers could talk about the conditions they would put in place in this new situation because that's how it had been all your life; conditions and more conditions imposed by the lawyers of one and the other, all imposed looking for what is supposedly best for you, but very rarely taking into account your own wishes. It had been like that all your life, and it would be like that until you finished college.
"It's normal for you to worry. It's your puppy." Gerolf smiled at his daughter; he had always had a soft spot for his little girl, even if she had disappointed him by marrying your father. His little girl had come home, leaving behind a lazy, terrible dragon. However, she had returned with a small setback for his father: You. You weren't a Dayne, you weren't a Targaryen… Did your grandfather love you? Sure, you were like your mother enough that he saw a little copy of his little girl, but he kept feeling like a failure. Had he brought up your mother so badly that she allowed herself to be tricked by your father? "But still, this meeting could have been settled with a fax machine: 'We don't accept dragon terms.' That's all I would have told them."
"I need to see her, Dad. I didn't feel like things were going well the last time I talked to her," your mother emphasized again. Your mother had only received a call from you, in which you had told her that you wanted to stay there, that you were fine, but even so, she had not been convinced. Something was up, and all her alarms had gone off when you told her you would be living at your father's house while studying at the university. That was not something your mother would condone under any circumstances.
"Besides, we have to talk about the question of changing her last name." Your uncle Gerold sat down next to his father, right in front of your mother, after looking out the window. “Before she left, it was what she wanted.”
"What?" your mother asked, surprised, almost worried. Because deep down, she knew that it would kill Aegon. Because deep down, she was still worried about your father, maybe she wasn't in love, but she was still fond of him. "I don't understand you. She has never told me anything like that."
“Well, she and I talked about it several times last year. When she came of age, we discussess wapping Targaryen for Dayne, and we're done with all this crap," Gerold said with a shrug as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Your mother looked at her older brother as if he was telling her something she had never expected, and your grandfather smiled with pleasure.
"I think it's great. After all, the ones who have been in charge of raising her have been us, not the dragons," he answered happily, at least in that you were a Dayne, an authentic girl from Starfall.
“That would break her father,” your mother said, almost afraid to speak, and her father looked at her, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
“Well, Aegon might have thought the same thing when he fucked someone else while he was married to you. He could have thought about your heart…" he said it without any love, almost not believing what he was hearing from his daughter. It was terrible, too terrible. But, just as he was going to continue his speech, the meeting room door opened, and you appeared first, followed by Aemond, who seemed like a shadow of you. Your father followed him, and then Daeron appeared, who was chatting with the lawyer of your maternal family. Your mother was surprised to see you with a necklace of the heraldry of your paternal family, and Gerold smiled cheekily. So, in the end, the one-eyed dragon had fucked you, and that was his cheeky way of naming you as his own? Great.
"Mom", you ran into her arms, and your mother hugged you tight, not wanting to let go because she really didn't want to. She was just worried about you. She would never stop being, but all those changes were too much. Then you greeted your grandfather with a brief kiss. He responded with a loving smile, and again, you ran into Gerold's arms, who hugged you and simply whispered in your ear, "Are you finally flying dragons now?" He winked at you, then shook hands with Aemond, who had followed you across the room as the others greeted each other.
You blushed at his words while the others greeted each other. While Gerold and Aemond were talking, they had always been a good rapport between them even though Gerold called him an asshole behind Aemond’s back, you saw the scene that would mark the rest of your life. Your father reached out like a helpless puppy to your mother becauseif your mother was going to marry another man, your father would never get over it. He would always be in love with his Stargirl and would always live with the burden of knowing that he had destroyed the most beautiful thing he had. Your mother kissed him on the cheek, and Aegon smiled to himself; they exchanged a few more words that made your father smile, and your mother left him without looking back. She just sat in her seat while your father went to the other end of the table. This was what a love that could never be again felt like.
Although you were not physically present during those negotiations, they did involve topics that directly affected you. But this time your mother's family had demanded that you be present; after all, you were already of legal age, and what was said there would begin to mark your adult life.
"How about we sit down?" Your grandfather spoke with the deep voice that characterized him. "I would like to finish before lunchtime, " he said, and all the others sat at the table; at one end, the Targaryen’s; at the other, the Dayne’s. You went to sit next to Aemond when your maternal family's lawyer spoke. The best thing for everyone was that you sat in the middle of the table, without taking sides for any position and where you could not feel pressured by any of the parties. You looked at Aemond and saw his jaw clench, but he said nothing. You just sat in the middle of the table, almost as if you felt that the fight for you was just about to start and that you would always be the victim.
“I think you received our proposal. The one we sent out last night,” Daeron said, taking a seat between his brothers as your mother's lawyer did the same. Gregory Martell, one of the younger sons of Sunspear's owners and your mother's future brother-in-law, had always been devoted to your family's cause. After all, your custody and everything around it had fed his children for the last 17 years.
"Sure. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here," Gregory smiled and cleared his throat as he offered your uncle Gerold and your grandfather a copy of the proposal. Your mother almost seemed left out of the negotiations, but you could tell Daeron was doing the same. The only one with a copy of the conditions was Aemond, while Aegon stared at the ceiling and wiggled his leg in his seat. It seemed that your life had been directed entirely by your uncles and your grandfather as if your parents didn’t have a say.
"First, I'd like to talk to (Y/N) because we've gone from wanting to go to Sunspear to wanting to stay in King's Landing." Your Uncle Gerold put on his reading glasses, the kind he hated to wear in front of people who weren't his own family, but he still did it so as not to lose details of the new contract that your paternal family was trying to establish. "Why?" He looked at you seriously, expecting an argument bigger than the one he already knew. Now you were between Aemond's sheets,and he didn't care, but he needed a more convincing excuse than that. However, just before you spoke, Aemond cleared his throat.
"Why wouldn't she want to stay here? We are her family," he said feeling attacked, and Gerold smiled. Well, it was your boyfriend coming to your aid, but he needed to listen to you, not Aemond. "I think (Y/N) has reached a greater maturity this summer, where she has realized that she can have a bigger and brighter future if she stays at King's Landing College instead of going to Sunspear School of the Arts," Aemond said, almost relishing the stratagem he had concocted that bound you to his side. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye with a sad and indecisive grin, almost as if you felt that he had never liked the idea of what you wanted to do with your life. As if he felt completely in control now of your life as well. You looked at the table under the watchful eye of your Uncle Gerold.
"Okay," your maternal grandfather replied, taking another drag on his cigar. Gerold looked at his father with a frown, almost as if he felt that his father didn't realize what was wrong with you. "Sunspear always seemed stupid to me. A career here will always be much better than five years of studying the arts, which will lead to nothing." You looked at him incredulously, as if you had never expected that from people who loved you, but that meeting was not normal, and neither were the reasons that had led you to be there.
"I don't think Sunspear is stupid," your father spoke, breaking the silence, and your mother followed shortly after.
"Of course not. If that's what you want (Y/N), we're here to support you." Your mother followed your father in her argument, and for the first time,you wanted them to stay together as many things would have changed. Your uncle Gerold sighed, and you saw Aemond's jaw clench again, not daring to look at you. You wondered what was going through his head. "Honey, don't change that decision because others think it's not something with a future", your mother spoke with affection, and your father followed her.
"Exactly," Aegon replied, nodding, and Aemond continued without looking at you. You only saw how he avoided eye contact with you, almost as if he regretted having asked you to make such a selfish sacrifice and that it seemed to be for his only benefit.
"This summer, a lot has happened and... I want to stay in King's Landing," you said in a whisper. "I'll study history and philosophy at the university here and…" your uncle Gerold laughed sarcastically while your mother looked at you incredulously.
“(Y/N), you've never been good at philosophy. I mean, you passed it, but you never got good grades in it," your mother said almost desperately, not understanding what was happening to you. Your uncle looked at you incredulously, almost as if he didn't believe what he was hearing from you.
“Uncle Aemond will help me with the admission and…” you started saying, but Gerold cut you off quickly.
"Aemond, how much do you have to do with this change of heart?" He said it almost as if he was trying to protect you again, as if he didn't like it anymore that you were flying with dragons instead of staying with them. If Aemond was going to control you, Gerold was not going to. He wanted to see you happy, not at Aemond's side, like a nice possession to show off to others.
"It's the only college where I could get her admitted, taking into account that the deadlines are already closed", your uncle put forward as an excuse. He didn't want to admit that it was the career he wanted for you, the hidden dream he'd always had, that you'd follow in his footsteps, that you'd manage to finish the doctorate that he had to give up to take care of the family after his father's death. "It is a good career and a good institution."
"Gods, did we only come here because you managed to sweet-talk her, Aemond?" Your mother sighed almost desperately while your uncle Gerold raised his fingers to his eyes and scratched them hard, almost fed up with that encounter. You had never been in a meeting like that, but you already saw how they were, how they had always been. A continuous fight between two sides that would never reach an understanding. Aemond was about to speak when you lashed out again.
"No, Mom. Really, it's what I want to do," you sighed, defeated; you wanted to stay there, next to Aemond. You didn't want to lose him, you couldn't. You were just freaking out at that meeting. You felt your heartbeat anguished. Why did everyone put you in that situation? "Please, can we continue?" you asked, and everyone in that gathering looked at each other.
"Perhaps, it would be better if you wait outside", Aemond said, addressing you as if you two were alone. You looked the other way, seeing how your mother looked at you confused and your uncle Gerold angry.
"It's okay. I just want to get this over with," you declared tiredly. You hadn't slept all night, and Aemond looked at you desperately, almost as if he was beginning to realize how far he had come in his selfishness.
"At this point, Gregory, bring out the conditions," your grandfather Gerolf spoke again, giving an order to his lawyer. The Martell opened his case taking out a new paper and handing a copy to Daeron and another to Aemond. Your father moved closer so he could read the one he'd given Daeron. Aemond read silently and laid the page contemptuously on the table, slumping back into his seat, utterly jaded.
"Whose brilliant idea was this?" Aemond took out a cigarette and put it to his lips, lit it with his Zippo and puffed on it, exhaling uncharacteristically through his mouth, almost as if he were angry and confused all over again. You were already beginning to understand how he acted every time he felt attacked.
"Mine." Your mother spoke, not looking at Aemond. He could never bear her. Never. The one-eyed man had always been driven crazy by her and on issues that referred to you even more so.
"How not?" Aemond replied, sneering at your mother as if he were the smartest in the room because He felt sorry for the rest, but Aemond Targaryen was superior to any of them.
"Does it bother you that you have to pay for your studies in full or that (Y/N) doesn't stay to live in the mansion?" Gerold came to his sister's defense and spoke, looking at Aemond, holding his gaze, daring him to speak. But your uncle was always talking; he was never silent. Dragons couldn't afford to be.
"I don't mind paying, it bothers me that you want to separate her from us", Aemond reproached your maternal family for that part, angry and furious "It almost seems like what you've always wanted to do. Separate her from what she is: a Targaryen."
“No, what I want is for my daughter to start making her life. Away from anyone who cuts their wings, away from people who always forget her birthdays," your mother replied, remembering that hurt. Her words were so true, but at the same time, so painful that you just wanted to cry while everyone ignored you in the name of your wellbeing. They fought against themselves in a fierce battle in which there would only be one loser.
"I do not agree with this clause," Aemond repeated again, ignoring all your mother's words.
"Me neither", replied your father, offended for the first time with his ex-wife. "(Y/N) is not so bad at home" Your father pushed you into the jaws of the dragon and locked you up without knowing it, thinking that you would be happier that way. You spent all your day with Aemond, and he always saw you happy; why wouldn't you be happy living in his home? He did not understand where those conditions came from.
"Perhaps a good measure would be that since we are going to pay the full amount of the studies, which we do not care about and which we will be happy to do, (Y/N) could live in the family home, as a measure of good faith" your uncle Daeron spoke with his lawyer speech and your mother did not remain silent.
"No, definitely not. We will take care of the cost of the place where she wants to live in King’s Landing, but she will not live with you. I'm sorry, but no," the daughter of the biggest oil tycoon, the woman who had never allowed herself to be tamed by anything or anyone, appeared again on the scene, ready to fight for the happiness of her puppy. "I refuse. We already made the concession that she changed her mind at the last moment, but not that she lives with you. No."
"We want (Y/N) to live where she will be close to the university, to develop as an independent entity, without family ties that can bind you," said Gregory Martell, explaining the wish of your maternal family. They only wanted for you what they had always wanted; that you be yourself, that you develop away from her last name, from your father's last name or from anything that could stop you from being yourself.
They continued arguing, much to your grandfather's chagrin, even after lunch. They continued until night fell. The session was left to continue the next day, waiting to find a solution to your situation. But you realized something, nobody asked you again what you wanted. You only saw your mother scream, Aemond clench his jaw every time she spoke, your uncle Gerold trying to control his sister, and your father staring at the ceiling in despair. That was your happy family, and it seemed that in it, you were nothing. Not a Dayne, not a Targaryen. Nothing.
"Do you have the dress yet?" you asked your mother, both lying in the hotel room that your maternal family had reserved at the last moment when they saw that the negotiations about your studies were dragging on. The two of you had dined alone in her room, although Aemond had taken you there, and he would be in charge of picking you up and taking you back to the family home. You knew that he was waiting for you in the hotel bar. You didn't know if he was patient or not, but at that moment, you needed to be with your mother.
"No, not yet. I would prefer that you come with me to see them, and there is still time," your mother told you, looking at the ceiling. She looked tiredat the end of the day. The truth was that the last thing on her mind at that moment was her wedding. You worried her even more. "You've barely eaten," she commented, looking now at your plate, which you had barely touched. She sat on the edge of the bed, and you followed her.
"It's just that I'm not hungry lately", you commented without much desire to talk. You just wanted to be with her. Having a moment of rest in what was now a roller coaster of emotions.
"If all this change is because of Cregan Stark..." she started to speak, blaming everything that was happening on what had happened with the northerner as if you wanted to stay there just to wait for Cregan to come back. You blushed. You barely thought about him; you would never do it again.
"No, Mom. It's just that I want to stay here. That's all," you replied, looking at the plate with empty eyes. The truth is that you didn't feel like eating, you hardly slept, and you only spent your days at the expense of what Aemond wanted. Was that the life you wanted to lead? No, but you were afraid of losing the person you loved.
"I need to understand why, honey. I need to know," she begged you to know, but you couldn't tell her. You couldn't tell her that you loved Aemond, that you just wanted to be by his side, that you needed him, that he was like the worst drug you were addicted to, that you adored when he undressed you and when he kissed you, that you were dying to be a single dawn away at his side… that you were simply in love.
"You wouldn't understand, Mom", you whispered to her, holding onto your knees, wanting to end the matter. They were all blind. No one saw what was happening, but the necklace that now hung from your neck made your mother begin to flake at an idea that she preferred to bury in the bottom of her heart. It was impossible for history to repeat itself, right?
"Get me the same, and get me the bill" Your uncle Gerold sat next to Aemond, took out his credit card and gave it to the waiter, much to Aemond's annoyance. The dragon narrowed his eye in annoyance. The last thing he wanted to do was talk or just see Gerold after arguing about you all day. Both sitting at the Hightower hotel's bar, Aemond took a silent sip of his whiskey while Gerold drank it in one go until almost finishing it.
"You didn't have to pay for it," Aemond commented, not looking at the Dornishman who now sat next to you.
"That's true. You have much more money than me. The three heads of the dragon came out in that interview," said the son of the oil magnate. His eyes would always seek to provoke Aemond, pushing him almost to his limit, yet this time when Aemond looked at him, Gerold only dank silently.
They both continued in silence for a long time, and Gerold watched with a smirk as Aemond looked at his expensive watch, waiting for you. The amount of time you had already been upstairs seemed excessive to him. Besides, he had decided to give you a surprise. After such a long day, he didn't think about taking you home to sleep. You would go to a hotel, you would make love until dawn, and he would whisper to you what a good girl you were. You always liked that. He took another swallow of his whiskey, why didn't you come down now?
"I don't think she is going to come go down anytime soon if it's any consolation," Gerold answered, seeing him look at the clock desperately. However, he frankly asked what the others refused to see. "How long have you two been fucking?" he asked bluntly, not looking at him, just taking a small sip of his whiskey as if it wasn't him.
"None of your business," Aemond replied, not flustered, not feeling like a monster. He was superior in every way to a man like Gerold. He wasn't going to feel threatened by him, he never would.
"I think at this point where she wants to give up her dreams for you, yes, it ismy business", he replied. His violet eyes locked on Aemond's one-eyed gaze. The dragon averted his eye from Gerold. He felt guilty. Having seen you as he had seen you in that meeting was proof that he would never be a good choice for you. It was too selfish, but he couldn't be without you. He did not imagine it. He could not. It was impossible for him.
"She can't leave King's Landing. She just can't." That was all Aemond told him, unable to say much more. He could never be weak, ever. Next to Gerold, in that bar, that was exactly what was happening, and he didn't feel comfortable with it.
The Dornishman took a swing of his drink and dared to speak. He would be the first and only one who would care about your true happiness. “I have a place, it’s not big nor luxurious, but the most loyal to me serve there," he said, shrugging. "It has a garden, and the main rooms face an inner courtyard where you could fuck her against the balustrade, and no one would ever know. Nobody."
Aemond looked at him in confusion and swallowed. He didn't want to accept his help, never would, and yet he knew you would be happier at Sunspear than you would be at home with him and the rest of the family. Gerold was showing him the perspective of what your life would really be like if you stayed in King’s Landing. You wouldn't eat, how long had you not eaten? You wouldn't sleep. You wouldn't be happy because it was being close to everything that trapped you and didn't let you breathe. Gerold was proposing a solution to both of you, a solution where you could be away from all prying eyes but together at the end of the day.
"You take a plane on Friday afternoon, and you leave on Monday morning. The two of you, in a new place, where you could be more than you are now.” Your Dornish uncle spoke again, wishing he was having an effect on the dragon.
"It's still Westeros," Aemond whispered to himself, taking another small swallow. The Dornishman's words cut deep into his heart. However, he did not trust Aemond Targaryen – he was not a being that could be trusted by anyone. "What do you want in exchange for this?" he spoke frankly since Aemond knew that favours pay off.
"May (Y/N) be happy, may this never be heard of... may the same thing as Rhaenyra not happen to her..." Gerold shrugged, remembering the scandal that had happened so many years ago. "I don't want anyone to find out, ever," he declared, getting up from the seat next to Aemond. "Think about it and leave a good tip for the waiter. You have more money than me," he sneered, leaving Aemond alone with his thoughts, only at the prospect of you being happier than you are now.
"Have you had anything for dinner?" Aemond finally spoke, and you looked at him with a smile, sitting on the terrace of that hotel room where he had taken you that night. You stretched out, your whole body half-naked in front of him, and he just smiled. That was how he liked you, in the moonlight, happy and radiant because you were with him, but something was missing. If you stayed on King's Landing, you would always be missing something.
"My mother ordered some dinner" You smiled at him, and he knelt in front of you, between your legs, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling at him, happy to have a moment like this after so long. "And have you had something to eat?"
"Well, the guy from the bar gave me some sweets with the whiskey", he confessed, knowing that this would make you laugh.
"Nooo, what are you doing eating that? They must have been years old," you replied, laughing and caressing his hair, and he laughed too. He kissed you sweetly, and you followed him, stretching your arms over his shoulders, letting yourself be carried away by such a quiet moment. At the end of the kiss, he just sighed and unhooked your bra, getting goosebumps all over your skin. His touch will always fascinate you. He buried his face in between your bare breasts, and you laughed. Aemond might be held in higher regard than other men, but in the end, they were all equal, and all did the same.
"Go to Sunspear. Never listen to me again when it comes to something that goes against what you want," he whispered to you, and you separated him from your body. You contemplated a surrendered man.
"Aemond..." you started saying, but he interrupted you again.
"I'll come to see you. I would travel the whole world to see you. But don't let me stop what you want to be. I need you to be happy. Much more than I need to be happy myself," he whispered to you again, and you didn't talk about it again. Nevermore. He wouldn't tell you about his conversation with your uncle Gerold, he never would. He wouldn't tell you that he planned to come to see you whenever he could, that in the house that Gerold had offered you, no one would see you, and… for a moment, he was excited at the thought that he could go hand in hand with you in a public place, although that was madness, a simple fantasy. But what do humans not live on, if not fantasies? And Aemond, at that moment, felt closer to men than to gods, despite being a Targaryen.
The next day, the new points and terms of your new change of mind were discussed. It was concluded that you would finally study at Sunspear, that your paternal family would be in charge of paying for the school for the coming years and that your maternal family would arrange everything for you to live in the house with a garden that Gerold had in the capital of the Martells.
Both parties reached the same agreement that they had prior to your previous change of mind, and your mother breathed easier as if that visit had been what you needed, and you smiled happily. The subject of the change of last name was something that was not discussed at that meeting at Gerold's insistence. He had understood that now you were more Targaryen than even your father. After all, you had succumbed to the same thing that all Targaryen’s ended up surrendering, the same taste for their own blood and lineage. But he didn't care, he wanted you to be happy without anyone finding out. And thanks to Gerold, relative peace returned. He would protect you; he would take care of you. However, no one saw how your face changed when you received an unexpected message: Cregan was returning to the capital. And you didn't know what you would tell him now that things would never be the same again.
Aemond remembered blood. He remembered the pain and the scream as he was hit. His mouth tasted of blood. The metallic, iron taste that ran through his throat as he sobbed. His nose couldn't get rid of the unmistakable scent of blood either. Like a deluded child, he thought his eye would be saved as he writhed on the floor. He was a stupid kid. Always was.
Rhaenyra had no natural children, or at least it was what she always said to end up avoiding the shame of having given birth to three bastard children, who had nothing to do with the cousin she had married to gain the influence of the Velaryon. A fruitful union. In which the three bastard children that Rhaenyra had given birth to had been given as adopted. They had all believed it, or at least they had all pretended to believe it. Even Helaena, who had married one of them to her own nephew, but no one had said anything because they weren't Targaryen blood like them, were they? Hypocrites. They all danced to what Rhaenyra said, but that was another story. Another story that has nothing to do with that child who was writhing in anguish and pain on the floor. Or, perhaps a lot, but that was not what was happening to Aemond now.
Luke had attacked him. Aemond knew the truth as well as they did. That dirty truth that everyone was trying to hide. They were bastards and children of the pure and holy Rhaenyra, although they all tried to hide it, and Aemond was the only one brave enough to have said it out loud, or perhaps the most innocent and sincere of them all.
Still, there had been consequences. He had lost his eye for telling the truth, and it was not the pain of losing the eye that affected Aemond the most. It was afterwards, looking in the mirror, the memory of the hospital room where they had sewn him up, adolescence marked by a disfigured face... and the words of Daemon, his favourite uncle. He had said that he deserved it and had sided with the one who had gouged out his eye, and Aemond promised himself that in an act which one Targaryen had positioned himself against another would not go unpunished. Aemond Targaryen learned to be a vengeful man.
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader, for all the patience and the love that always shows to this story. Thank you so much :D
Word Count: 5K
"There are certain situations where she doesn't need you ",Helaena spoke harshly after being interrupted by Aemond for the third time while speaking in whispers with her mother. Alicent looked at her son, who was sitting at the kitchen island while his older sister and her mother talked about something that had happened to you, and they didn't want to share it with him. That summer, you were twelve years old. They had both been gossiping about you since Aemond had come home from work and hadn't seen you once, not even in the pool, and that was your favourite part of the house. The place where you would sleep if they let you.
"I don't know what's wrong with her, but she always needs me. She is my little dragon," Aemond replied as Helaena narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Aemond could become too demanding with you when you were at the family home in the summers.
"Believe me, Aemond, I don't think you can help her this time," said her mother as she poured herself a cold tea. It was Alicent's favourite drink, and she could still drink it with sugar back then before the doctor forbade her to do so.
"Why not?" he asked, annoyed, and Helaena jumped up angrily.
"Okay, great. Are you going to get pads at the supermarket, or will you teach her how to put in a tampon?" she blurted out, not wanting to continue arguing with her brother and how nosy he could be when it came to you. Aemond swallowed hard, almost pale. He didn't say anything. "Okay, well, that's what I expected. I'm going to buy the pads myself," Helaena replied, picking up the car keys she had left on the island.
Alicent looked at her son with concern. He seemed to have frozen at such a revelation. The truth is that your grandmother could not stop thinking that it was the worst thing that could have happened to you.
Those things were essential for your grandmother, a moment when you should be with your mother and have her explain things to you. She surely had already done it, but still, she didn't know how you had taken it. You had only gone up to your Aunt Helaena that morning and told her in a whisper, all blushing. Luckily, Aemond was at work at the time, as was Daeron, and your father hadn't been seen returning from last night's revelry. Luckily, you had only had your grandmother as a witness for such an embarrassing moment. You had told your aunt because, according to your mother, if something like that happened to you at your father's house, the most logical option was Helaena. Your mother had explained to you that later it was Alicent who you could inform and that she would understand. Afterwards, if none of them were there, your Uncle Daeron seemed the most sensible of your mother's choices. Aemond was next to last on the list since there was only one option in your mother's head where he would tell you something offensive about the nature of women. Lastly, your father, who your mother knew would not be there present and also would not know how to handle the situation.
And so, with a list of who contact in the event that you started your period while you were there, your first period had arrived during a summer vacation at your father’s house during a time when your parents had joint custody. Your mother couldn't imagine a worse scenario, but it had been, and now it was Helaena's turn to take care of something so delicate, much to your aunt's chagrin.
Aemond remained silent, looking at the stone on the island, almost not knowing what to do in this moment. It was clear that this was going to be the last summer you were his little girl, and he couldn't be more horrified. Now you would start talking about boys, putting on makeup, and hanging out with your friends. You would no longer have time for him or to play Scrabble together, much less to stay with him watching TV until late. He felt like a father when he had to say goodbye to that happy period of childhood. And the worst thing was that Aemond didn't think he could say anything to comfort you. It was impossible. What did he know about those things? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He felt useless saying goodbye to his little soul. The good harmony had ended between the two and…
"Aemond, I don't know what you're thinking, but could you please come upstairs and see if she's okay? She has locked herself in the room and hasn't come out since this morning", his mother informed him, but Aemond just looked at her defiantly.
"And what am I going to say to encourage her?" he asked his mother, almost desperate for the changes that were going to happen in your relationship; at least inAemond's imagination, they had already happened.
"It is not about you encouraging her. It's about you supporting her," Alicent told him, and Aemond sighed. His mother was right. He should always be there for you. You were his little dragon.
"My stomach hurts", Aemond heard you speak in the room. Just when he went up the stairs and was in front of your door, slightly open, he heard you sob lightly. And he passed his hand over his face in a gesture of disgust. How was he going to deal with that? He preferred a meeting with all the supporters of Daemon's administration. That was easy. This was not. "I just don't feel well, Mom", he heard you say again. Okay, so you were talking to your mom. Through the small opening in the door, Aemond saw that you were lying on the bed, wearing your pyjamas and looking as if you hadn't slept all night. He was worried about seeing you in a bad shape and opened the door. You looked at him as if he was the last person you wanted to see, embarrassed and said a quick goodbye to your mother. "Aemond", you greeted him as he approached the bed to sit next to you while you also sat up in pain next to him on the bed.
"I was wondering if you needed something," he said without looking at you, with the patch off; when you were little, you liked to see him like that. He wondered if you still found him nice or if you were already like the others, but that didn't last long in his mind as a concern. He had to take care of you, he had to protect you, even though he had no idea how to do it.
"Uhm… no, I'm fine," you replied, sitting down next to him. "I've watched the last episode of Samurai Jack, and…" you began, and Aemond smiled at you for continuing to worry, but he quickly changed the subject. His mission was now supposed to be to fill in for Aegon.
"Grandma told me what's wrong with you and... I was wondering if you needed something," he snapped at you, almost regretting what he had said when you made a funeral face, almost like a brutal change in such a small face.
"No, I'm fine," you said in a breath, grabbing your knees, changing your position. Aemond had observed that it was the same position you used when you felt bad, and it was something that really worried him. It wasn't healthy for you to always take that stance.
"Okay, um… Has your mother talked to you about what happens now?" he said, scratching his head, almost remembering the lack of any kind of sex education in his house. He didn't want to be like that, he had realized that he wanted to be there for you.
"What happens now?" you said, almost scared, your eyes widening, and Aemond felt again that he had screwed up.
"Well... about the changes in the body and how babies are made and..." he began listing. You opened your mouth in a gesture of disbelief as if you didn't believe your favourite uncle was capable of talking about such intimate things, not even with you nor with anyone. It almost seemed comical, although you could feel the burden inside him.
"Please, yes, Aemond. Mom has told me all those things," you almost yelled until blushing.
“That´s good” he sighed with relief. A half smile appeared on his face. You would become quite a woman, and he would always be there for you. He imagined you following in his footsteps. He was beginning to accept that what was happening to you was the law of life and that perhaps this new stage would not be so bad. Above all, he thought about it when he saw your face of disgust before a subject as delicate as that one.
"Please, let's never talk about it again because I'm not going to kiss anyone ever, ever", you declared emphatically, hugging your pillow, and Aemond just laughed.
"You say that now, my little dragon," he told you while he got up from the bed with a smile and looked at you with his only good eye while the other one continued static.
"I promise," you said, hugging the pillow even more as if that would ease the pain in some way.
"Don't promise me things you won't be able to keep," he ruffled your hair with a smile. You would always remember such a beautiful smile, so captivating.
"It's true," you told him, convinced. At that moment, your eyes reflected tremendous sorrow, and you spoke with a trembling voice, almost afraid to verbalize what scared you the most in the world. "Tell me that you will continue to love me even if I get older", you said, scared, almost as if you were afraid of losing Aemond because of getting older. You couldn't lose the only person who showed you some affection in your father's house.
"I will always love you, (Y / N)" Aemond sighed, and his heart broke to see you like this. "You will continue to be you, no matter what." He said, trying to reassure you, and he caressed your shoulder in a protective gesture. Aemond would always be the best uncle in the world to you.
"Thank you", you smiled calmly and happily. Aemond saw how your whole body relaxed. A new stage in your relationship began.
"Then my task here is finished. My planet needs me," he teased as he let go of your shoulder and turned to leave.
"Noooo, don't go. We have to watch the latest episode of Samurai Jack. Together," you begged him with a feigned pout. You would always need him. Always.
"Why do you tell me what happens in the middle of the chapter? No, thanks," he declared theatrically as you rose from the bed to follow him.
"I promise not to spoil it. Pinkie promise." You ran to get in front of him, even though the cramps were running through your lower belly. You were starting to think that period thing was bullshit. However, you stopped thinking and just offered him your pinky finger raised up.
"Alright. Pinkie promise," he offered you his little finger, and you intertwined it like you always did with him, the only person who did that kind of lovely simple nonsense. And Aemond sighed with relief. He thought things would never change between you. Targaryens never take into account their own blood drive.
Aemond entered the house after a long day at work. He needed you. It was what he was thinking while he walked the hall. That day he had booked a hotel room. Again you would spend the afternoon together. You would soothe him while he told you about his day. You would make love. He would take you to a nice restaurant. You would be happy.
He heard your happy laugh, and he smiled unconsciously. Then he heard a laugh from his brother, too, and that made him worry. Aegon had never cared about you; what were you doing laughing with him?
"What are you doing?" Aemond burst into the hall. You looked at him with a radiant smile, and your father next to you had a stupid smile painted on his lips. Both sitting on the sofa. You, with your computer on your legs, wanted to jump to hug Aemond and kiss him. But you controlled yourself. You just greeted him with a beautiful smile while he left his briefcase on one of the chairs. No one in that house could ever know about you. Your attention on him was short-lived, however, and you looked back at the laptop. You were beautiful, so full of happiness, with his pendant around your neck as always. You were his, simply his, forever. That necklace would prove it to anyone.
"We're finishing enrollment for Sunspear School of the Arts," you explained, and then your father pointed out a subject on the screen that seemed interesting to him, who had no idea about anything. And you laughed. You were grateful for that moment between the two of you. However, just as you laughed with your father, Aemond's face darkened, and he left the room without a sound. No doubt he thought things were going to be different.
Aemond made one last thrust and emitted a muffled moan. His eye closed in a grimace of pleasure while the other remained open and static, almost as if he was watching you. You felt his cock vibrate inside you. The hot seed flooded you. You made a pleasurable moan just below him and kept moving your hips in circles, almost as if inviting him to continue fucking. He had already climaxed and just looked at you seriously as he pulled away from you and sat on the edge of the bed.
Your smile disappeared, and your whole face twisted into a worried grimace. Aemond always hugged you right after making love. He hugged you tightly while you leaned on his chest. However, that day he just lit his cigarette, and he didn't even look at you, smoking with his back to you. The truth is that he had been serious all day, but you had justified it by telling yourself that he had a lot of stress from the intense and endless days at work. You thought that after getting laid in that hotel room that he always booked on Thursday afternoons, he would feel better. It hadn't been like that.
"Surely there is something I can do to ease my dragon", you whispered in his ear, just after slipping between the sheets and sticking your body to his back while your arms wrapped around his neck. You wanted to see him like you normally did in those encounters, not terribly angry and distant with you. That day you were just happy. Very happy. You had finished applying for admission to Sunspear School of the Arts; what more could you ask for? Nothing. Were you happy? That was all. You just wanted Aemond to share that happiness with you.
"I'm going to take a shower." That was all he said, pulling out of your embrace, not even looking at you. Showers always meant that you were leaving, that your only time together like that was over. And that already broke your heart as you saw him go to the shower. Alone. Without heading towards you. The tension could be felt. You realized that that time he hadn't kissed you even once while you were fucking, and you couldn't help thinking that it was all your fault. You felt your heart race as if you knew something was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" you asked, almost nervous, still sitting on the bed like a jilted and abandoned lover. He just turned and looked at you with a shrug.
"I don't know. You tell me: Is everything alright?" he responded arrogantly as if his ego was hard for him to admit that he was hurt. He could never admit how very, very hurt he was with you at that moment. Your eyes simply reflected concern, sorrow and bewilderment. What was happening?
"I- I don't know. You are different. Today you've been weird all day," you confessed, almost on the verge of tears, as if you were afraid of losing him after all.
"Maybe if the person you love wants to get away from you, you would be like that too," he told you coldly, fixing his only eye on you. And your whole world fell apart. This was all because of…
"I'm not going far. It's just Sunspear," you replied, trying to defend yourself. You looked elsewhere, trying to suppress the tears that welled up in your eyes.
"Like it was High Garden. It's away from me. It's not something I find funny," he confessed to you again without giving in. He wasn't going to give up. He felt abandoned by you. He was going to be left without what he had fought so hard against, even himself. You left him to continue your life, while he stayed only after taking a fundamental step. After this step, he would never be the same again.
"You could come to see me," you said, almost hurt by his words, and you remembered how Cregan had encouraged you, how he told you he was going to Sunspear. Aemond almost seemed the opposite.
"Okay," he replied with a shrug, turning back to go to the bathroom.
"Aemond, please, I just want to talk about it," you told him, getting up from the bed, almost scared to lose him like that. He simply stared,stirred as if he couldn't take it anymore.
"We've already talked about it, haven't we?" he answered you, terribly angry. He wanted to hit something, but he wouldn't; he was always in control. He never lost his temper. "You are going to leave, and I am going to stay here. That's all I know."
"What do you want from me, Aemond?" you almost begged him, desperate not to see him like this, and he just grabbed your face and kissed you angrily. You could feel all the frustration that his lips had while he kept kissing you hard. At the end of the kiss, he was only honest with you. And selfish, terribly selfish, but he had never had anything for himself. You were his, all of him. He couldn't lose you. His hard-won throne meant nothing if you didn't sit quietly in the shadows beside him.
"Stay in King's Landing. That is all I ask of you. Stay with me," he whispered to you almost desperately, without letting go of your face from his iron grip. His forehead resting on yours. A sad smile on his face. And you sighed, almost broken to see him so desperate for you to leave his side. "You can be happy here, study a degree at the university here," he explained without letting go, but he separated his face just so you could see how he explained a plan that was infinitely better for him. "I still have contacts in the faculty; they could admit you even if the deadlines are already closed." He told you again, with a wide smile on his face. He had found the solution for both of them, for him. Just for him.
"But, I have already filled out the application for Sunspear, and my father has paid for it today," you said sadly, trying to hold on to your dream, but Aemond just continued his arguments, desperate for you to stay with him. He needed you much more than he wanted to admit.
"We can lose that money. We have plenty. You would continue living at home, and in the afternoons, we would go out as we do now, and even Aegon would be happier," the mere mention of your father hurt you. What was going on? Why was he doing this to you? "You and I. Together." He returned to counterattack, and you did not respond. You just wanted to not lose Aemond. Your family's heraldry necklace has never weighed so heavily on your neck.
It was your birthday. It was something Aemond would never forget. Although, his mother, his sister and Daeron had reminded him all the time that morning. Another year, he would have been the one to remind everyone, but this was not another year. It was the day you came of age; it was the year in which he had been haunted almost every night by a feverish dream in which you appeared night after night, naked, advancing towards him, who was waiting for you more than willing in his bed. You rode him like a dragon and called yourself a Dragon Rider. He would be your dragon; he would be whenever you wanted him.
He hated himself. You were his niece. His niece. His niece. And nothing more. Nothing else. He didn't want to accept what was happening to him with you. He would never accept. He would never do it. He had to distance himself, and what better distance than not to congratulate you that day? He knew that he would hurt you, but by doing so, he was preventing both of you from turning into monsters. He looked at the phone, sitting in his office. Saw your last status. It was you with your friends in some ridiculous bar in Starfall, another photo with more friends, and another with your mother. You thanked everyone who had congratulated you, and he wasn't even among them, but he just couldn't. He never could. He had to distance himself. Distances."Alys, can you come here for a minute?" He asked his secretary, and she entered his office, closing the door behind her. He was the responsible adult. He was the one who had to distance himself from you, even if that was causing him more pain than expected.
"Waiting for your one-eyed boyfriend to congratulate you?" Your uncle Gerold, your mother's older brother, broke the silence as he drove to your maternal grandfather's house. They were all waiting for you there to celebrate your birthday party with your entire maternal family and your friends and, as Gerold said, without a single dragon bothering you. You narrowed your eyes angrily at the attitude of the most irreverent of all your mother's brothers.
"I don't like you addressing Brynden like that," you said rudely, dropping the phone on your lap. Your uncle smiled. Violet eyes. Aquiline nose. Marked jaw and silver hair, divided by a black lock. The future heir to your grandfather's oil kingdom, much to his regret. At another time, Gerold's nicknames would have amused you. Theat day of your birthday was not that moment. You were just mad, mad and sad because it was eight o'clock in the evening and Aemond hadn't congratulated you. They had all done it, even your father. Everyone except the one you really cared about. "Also, he congratulated me this morning as I woke up. I already had a message from him", you replied, picking up the phone again and looking desperately at the screen.
"Who, stoat?" he asked, turning to look at you with a mischievous smile. "You know I don't mean that boy. I like him quite well. He's an asshole, but he's the kind of asshole I like," he laughed at his own quip and kept driving. You looked up from the phone again and just looked at him strangely, wrinkling your face while he kept laughing. "Okay, keep pretending. I don't care," he shrugged.
"I don't know who you're talking to me about," you told him angrily, fed up with his mouth always full of insults. Your older uncle, your father figure in Starfall, always had something for everyone, all the time.
"Of course, you haven't been on edge all day because he hasn't deigned to call you," he said sardonically. "That asshole thinks you have the eyes of adragon but believe me. Genetics is a bitch, and you gouged out my eyes. My eyes. Sorry for those sad fucking dragons, but you're a Dayne. (Y/N) Dayne, it does sounds better than (Y/N) Targaryen. Much better." At that moment, you realized that he was talking about Aemond and looked out the window, slightly flushed.
"Aemond is my uncle, just like you," you told him, looking out the window at that sunset in Starfall, the beach in the background, right next to the road. "And today, he will have a lot of work to do", you tried to justify, and Gerold laughed. He laughed like he did every time you said something stupid. He always thought he was the smartest in that place.
"Come on, (Y/N), Just like me? Oh, really?" he said, laughing even more. "I wouldn't lean you against the first smooth surface I came across. It doesn't even cross my mind, and you would much less let yourself."
"You are disgusting!" you yelled at him, almost indignant, and he laughed even harder. "In what sick mind does that fit?"
"In the mind of someone sick, of course, but I, unlike others, see what others refuse to see. He is in love with you, and you are with him. It is a reality," he confessed to you, stopping the car at the speed bump. He looked at you, the only understanding look you were ever going to have in your life on that subject. "Look, (Y/N), I am not a good example of anything, and I will never be, but I have known how to be happy without harming anyone. And if he makes you happy, that's what I want for you."
"Uncle Gerold, I don't know why we're talking about this," you told him, almost desperate to get the subject over with. You were not in love with Aemond. You would never be. Never. That was just crazy. What was happening to you was unreal. Aemond was your uncle. Your uncle. Your uncle. Just like Gerold, and yet you didn't look the same at the Dornishman, nor did your heart beat the same when he looked at you.
"You don't know why we're talking about this. But I do know. I'm a Dornishman; I've done crazy, terrible, exciting things where they had to be done. And I want you to experience the things you want to experience, especially now that you are of legal age," he told you again with sincerity and understanding. Oh, gods. That was just what you needed to take the plunge, understanding. "I'm not telling you that the world has to find out, just do it", he advised you, worried about your happiness.
"Please, can we stop talking about this repulsive subject?" you begged him, and your Uncle Gerold started the car.
"Be that as it may, leave stoat because that way you're only going to hurt him?" he told you and started driving. You followed the rest of the journey in silence, and upon arrival, you sadly celebrated your birthday party. All your friends and family gathered there, happy and festive, while you looked at your phone at all times. Where was Aemond that year? Where?
That day, right after the birthday party, you broke up with Brynden, much to his dismay, and went to bed thinking about how Aemond hadn't called you all day, how much you needed him and how frustrated you were. You didn't want to accept it or even think about it, but your Uncle Gerold was right, and that conversation you had with him was only the first step in accepting it. You had, after all, broken up with your boyfriend at the mere prospect of going back to King's Landing. At the only prospect of seeing Aemond again.
Aemond had been very specific about what he wanted on this special day. He had entered that club on Silk Street through the back door. It had all been arranged by Alys, who, like always, asked no questions. She had just executed orders perfectly. He sat on a large lonely sofa in one of the VIP rooms of that place. No one had seen him enter, and no one would see him leave. Only the owner of the establishment and the girl who had prepared him would know. He looked at his messages. He should write to you. At least write you a 'Happy Birthday', but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was a coward. He would always be a coward.
The girl entered with a smile and an innocent dress. She looked like you. Same hair. Same complexion, but her eyes weren't purple. They were so blue they almost looked like violets, but they weren't purple. Enough was that with the little time he had given them to prepare it. The girl approached him with a half smile, and he only told her that he had a present for her. The girl looked surprised, but she excitedly opened the birthday box. Aemond thought that if he squinted at her, he could see you in front of him. He shook his head. He was sick. What was wrong with him? The girl opened the box, and Aemond smiled as he tied the gag inside the box. He didn't want to hear her moans or her screams because they wouldn't be yours. He put her on all fours and entered her hard without lubricating the girl. It hurt. You would not hurt him, you would enjoy him under his touch. It was what he said to punish himself immediately afterwards. His mind was a sea of contradictions, that that girl looked like you was a mere coincidence, that he was going to fuck her on your birthday, another one.
It was the best way he could think of to celebrate your majority of age. However, unknowingly and unconsciously, he couldn't stop thinking about you while bumping his hips against that prostitute's, and he would cum with the thought of wishing you a happy birthday because that was his way of celebrating it. His sad and lonely way of celebrating. He had never felt so alone or a failure in his life, and it was all because of what was produced in his body when he looked at you. That scared him and transformed him into his worst fear: being Daemon.
That was a birthday of serious angst and pining for both of them🥺
Loved the flashbacks! Uncle Gerold knows what's up.
Aemond being all passive-aggressive and then throwing a hissy fit about her going to Sunspear was not a good look for him. Of course he doesn't want to lose her when they just started their relationship but this is something that's really important to her and he's dismissing it and guilting her into staying 😤
Definitely yes. I'm alive. Thanks for the concern, but yes.
It's just that my life is collapsing a little around me, I feel like a little shit because I probably am…
I don't know what's wrong with me, but yes, I'm still here, I just feel terrible and I don't know how to handle it…
I've been demoted at work and I don't feel like I have the strength to write. I don't feel like I'm good at anything… so I'm trying to decide what I want to do.
I think I will publish the little else I have written in the next few days and that is the most I can say about what is happening to me.
I'm sorry.
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!
Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader . Thank you so much :D
Word Count: 5.8K
Alys had never been so in love in her entire life as she was with Daemon. It was a reality. A fact. A bad joke of fate. She had never believed in love. She was a being that had been used by men so many times that she didn't believe in that concept or venerate it. Stories of prince charming were fine for others, not for her. Her father had made that clear by not even marrying her mother after getting her pregnant. He had kept his perfect wife and Alys had been born as a bastard. She had seen her mother prostitute herself to feed Alys. One man after another had mounted her when she thought Alys was asleep. So, yes, Alys didn't believe in happy endings. She believed in survival and what it took to eat. However, with Daemon Targaryen, the young secretary made the exception.
She always remembered gawping at him as he said goodbye to a client. A perfect, joyous smile painted on her red lips as Daemon did and undid at his pleasure as CEO of Targaryen Industries. He always winked at her before going back to his office, not a word. Just a wink that he hid much more than they both wanted to reveal to the world. She was efficient in her work, correct and determined. It was what her boss always told her that made her stand out from the rest. However, quickly, the relationship between the two changed. Maybe because of Alys. Maybe Daemon's fault.
It was the end of the quarter. A much younger Alys fresh out of college stayed up late working with Daemon, the desire of almost every girl in King's Landing then, and perhaps Westeros. She remembered how hot it was on that early summer night. The air conditioning had broken in the building, but they were still working, there were reports to finish so they could file the quarterly, and Alys, that efficient and determined girl, was in her boss's office, working like the others, like even Daemon himself. The truth is that the company always seemed to be a company of mercenaries and opportunists under the command of Daemon, who was the biggest opportunist of them all. But, to her, such a young girl she didn't care. If she had been a teenager, she would have had her room filled with pictures of him from the floor to the ceiling. She always tried to calm her racing heart in his presence. That night she was no exception.
Daemon leaned back in his chair and removed his tie. It was too hot for formalities, and Alys only glanced at him to continue typing on her computer. Unlike what Aemond had done many years later, Daemon had her desk inside his own office. Daemon was always talking about what a great team they were and how lucky he was to have her as his secretary. He was smooth talker. Alys knew it and yet she consented to it. She allowed it because the girl had been torn apart by all the men in her life had finally found someone who praised her. Daemon sighed trying to understand a report.
“Why the hell does Tyland put in this report that revenue for the 101 has outpaced the 585?” he asked desperately. He took another swallow of his whiskey. Everything Aemond smoked, Daemon drank. It seemed as if the vices could never leave any of the Targaryens. The question was rhetorical, yet Alys spoke.
"Because the income of the 101 model has exceeded 585, that's why he puts it," she said, stopping writing for a moment. She was hot too, but at that moment when Daemon looked at her with that mischievous smile and those eyes that always stripped her naked, she felt even hotter. She even felt all her skin crawl.
"Are you hungry, Alys?" he asked her. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom. She knew that at that time she was an extremely attractive girl. She knew it and she had always played with it. She told herself that, unlike her mother, she would not be fooled by any man. Poor her, she didn't know how wrong she was.
"Well, it's late. This quarterly is taking us longer than I thought,” she said honestly, returning to her screen, ready to continue working. "I'll eat something when I get home" she replied with a shrug.
"Don't be silly." Daemon picked up the phone, and after a brief call, Alys's biggest dream came true. She was having dinner with Daemon Targaryen. It was true that it was not the glamorous dinner that she had imagined, but eating that oriental meal with Daemon while they talked about company things made her go on cloud nine.
Alys laughed for a moment at Daemon's bad joke and he looked at his food again, with a sincere half-smile on his lips, or at least as sincere as the man could manage. Alys tried to tell herself that they called him the Lord of Flea Bottom for a reason, but he was so charming she couldn't stop herself. She was in love with him, like a young lady with a movie star. He was hers, all hers. Everything for a girl who had never had anything.
“So the model that Cregan has designed has made me more money than the one that Viserys has designed?” he asked her secretary as they continued to eat dinner. A report in his hand while in the other he held the chopsticks that allowed him to eat. Alys nodded, always correct as she took a bite of her noodles and swallowed hard so she could respond to her boss as quickly as possible.
"Yes, it's been surprising, but Cregan has been more than efficient lately," she answered quickly, ending up wiping her red lips on her napkin. She knew that way there shouldn't be any more lipstick on them, and she felt ridiculous. She always had to wear her perfect lips, that's how she liked it. An image always perfect and impeccable.
"I'd like to know what has happened to our little pup to become so efficient," Daemon replied,with a small chuckle that escaped his teeth, and continued looking at the report. Alys looked at him and smiled sincerely.
"It's because he says that he has married the most beautiful woman in the world" Alys replied. The truth is that she did not believe in men, but those sweet words from the northerner made her believe that there was even someone out there for her. However, Daemon sneered and looked at Alys with a raised eyebrow, amused and arrogant.
"Well, he'll tell me in a couple of months. My bronze bitch and I attest that this initial crush wears off and then… after that everything is crap” Daemon confessed and Alys blushed at the way he was looking at her. She would never have thought that there was anything between Daemon and his wife. It was true that he spent many hours in the office and many more disappeared, but they were always seen smiling so much on TV and in magazines. "Alys, aren't you always hot with your blouse buttoned up to your neck?" he smiled suggestively at her, and Alys remembered blushing even more, but she had unbuttoned her blouse and Daemon had walked over to her. She remembered that hungry kiss he had given her. All the sexual tension that had existed between them culminated in that moment and Daemon devoured her in silence. She remembered ending up naked in that leather chair Daemon kept in his office. She remembered ending up sweaty and panting and happy, spread-eagled for Daemon Targaryen. She had been as stupid as her mother. No. No. She tried to convince herself that her relationship with her boss was different. Completely different. She remembered getting up naked from the sofa while Daemon was still sleeping on it, really exhausted, in the middle of that hot early summer night. She wanted to drink water and then she stepped on a piece of paper that was on the ground. It was the dinner ticket. She picked it up to add it as business expenses, and then she found to her amazement that the dinner had cost 20 dragons. Alys Rivers had sold herself for 20 dragons, but she didn't care. She was in love.
A short time later, Rhea Joyce, Daemon Targaryen's first wife, fell from her horse. A terrible horse accident that had ended up breaking her neck. Everyone was talking about how spectacular and terrible the accident was. A few voices spoke of what a coincidence it was that Daemon had been present the one time he had gone horseback riding with her. However, Alys did not believe that. Like a good lover, she stood by Daemon's side and comforted him as appropriate during that time. Daemon then explained that their relationship was above labels and conventions. Now it was Alys who was in the magazines with Daemon. But, they were not a traditional couple. Daemon kept sleeping with other women and Alys didn't even suffer from it. The one with him at the end of the day was her. She was the one who truly possessed Daemon Targaryen's heart. Or so she told herself even when he decided to marry Laena Velaryon. Daemon begged her not to leave him as his lover. This marriage was just a strategic ruse. The only one he loved was her. And Alys believed it, she believed it because she just wanted to believe it, even though a little voice in her head told her it wasn't true, she was being like her mother, and everything broke even more when a very young Rhaenyra Targaryen appeared in her life. Alys told herself that no woman should sell herself for a dinner of only 20 dragons.
"I wish we could go on like this for all eternity," you whispered to Aemond. Completely naked like him, you were hugging his body. Your head resting on his chest as you listened to the quiet beat of his heart. He was lying on the enormous bed of that hotel, with one of his arms around your shoulders while he caressed the bare skin of your shoulder and the other was under his neck. The dawn light filtered through the curtains of that expensive and minimalist room of the best hotel in the city. And you didn't think you could be happier. You wished that time would stop and that you could be there forever with Aemond, in perfect tune and harmony. You were tired but happy. You had hardly slept, but you were with the man you loved in a perfect place. You heard Aemond smile at your words.
"Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?" he asked you, pulling your body even closer to his. His eye fixed on the ceiling of the room. “We can spend the whole day here if that's what you want. I can pay it” he replied arrogantly and you leaned on his chest to look into his eye. He raised his face slightly to look at you, but didn't move from his position. You laughed sweetly and he thought his heart would explode with happiness. He had ever been so happy in his life.
"You know I'm not talking about money..." you said, looking down and biting your lip nervously. He sighed and his hand grabbed your chin so that you would look into his eye again. Every time you looked at him you thought there was not a more attractive man in all the seven kingdoms. Aemond was perfect, even the stolid blue prosthetic seemed perfect to you. "I don't want things to change again."
"And they won't, I promise, (Y/N)" his face cradled you and you equally brought one of your hands to his as he caressed you. "I've been a real asshole all this time."
"It's a good thing you said so..." you told him rolling your eyes, half sad, half happy, and he laughed. You thought it was the first time you saw him laugh without a sneer on his lips and he seemed to you the most perfect man in the world.
“I will not allow anything to separate us. You have my word” he whispered to you softly, sincerely… and you smiled as pretty as you could, as if that was the best thing that had ever happened to you, perhaps because it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You caressed his chest while he continued to look at you in silence, with a grimace that was somewhere between happiness and disbelief. "Now that I think about it... I haven't given you my gift" he said getting up from the bed, almost jumping, going to his coat. You laughed and pulled the sheet over you as he walked slowly and surely toward his black coat. You would never tell him but you didn't know how he could put up with something like that even in summer, although you knew he would tell you that it was part of his image. He was back to being the same as always with you, and you couldn't be happier. "Close your eyes" he told you, turning to you. And sitting on the edge of the bed. You laughed out loud.
"Nooo, I already know this" you replied, laughing sweetly while you covered your mouth flirtatiously and looked at him suggestively. "Bryden made me close my eyes once and I only found his cock in front of him when I opened them" you commented amused, remembering that anecdote that you thought was ridiculous and funny in equal measure. But, then you just saw your uncle tense up and look away. Imagining you with another man was too much for him, always would be.
"I'm not Bryden" he told you through his teeth. All the happiness that had reigned at that moment vanished. You saw him jealous again and you mentally noted that you would never talk about any subject like that with him again. You had not acted well, but it had only been a joke.
"No, of course not... you're better" you told him while your arms wrapped around his nec and your lips kissed him. You almost felt like he was loosening up with your attentions. When you finished the kiss and opened your eyes, he looked back at the ground while he looked at the small box that he had in his hands. The logo of one of the most expensive jewelry stores in all of King's Landing was on it. "It was just a joke..." you said almost regretting speaking, as if you had messed everything up.
"It disgusts me to imagine that disgusting bastard touching something as beautiful as a Targaryen, just like Cregan" he confessed to you, wrinkling his face in a sneer. “You and I… You and I are made for each other. At last we are with what we deserve... ”he told you, looking into your eyes, raising his chin, almost as if he was giving you a lesson about what you really were. "We are Targaryens, (Y / N)" he told you as he gave you the small box of that jewelry.
You took it, almost nervous at that confession. The conversation you had had two summers ago where he had told you about the importance of blood and the last name was more important than ever. You opened it under his watchful eye and when you saw the contents inside the box you looked at him again in astonishment for a few moments only to quickly return your gaze to the jewel that was inside that velvet-lined box. "Aemond, this must be very expensive" you said, looking at him again and he smiled satisfied when he saw your reaction.
“It's not something Bryen could give you, that's true. Not even Cregan ” he told you with an arrogant smile, making it clear that he was the best choice, the best among all the partners you had ever had. While looking at your incredulous eyes and the smile that escaped from your lips, Aemond couldn't help but think that he could provide you with the moon if you wanted it. He could protect you, take care of you, love you and give you the standard of living that you needed. He, in his opinion, was the best possible choice. "Why don't you try it on?" he suggested and you looked at him with a beautiful and wide smile. You ran to the dressing table mirror of that room that had witnessed all your passion that night. You left the box on the dresser and looked at yourself smiling and happy in the mirror. Aemond followed you, standing just behind you as you tried to close the catch on that subtle chain. "Do I help you?" Aemond phrased it as a question, but you knew it was a statement. You smiled while he closed the clasp on that chain and looked satisfied at your reflection in that mirror. He kissed the skin of your neck and you laughed sweetly. That was music to his ears and you felt how all the blood in his body was now concentrated elsewhere, much further south. He hugged you and sighed haughtily as he wrapped his arms around you from behind you, pulling you closer to him. “Hmm, you're a gorgeous dragon, (Y/N)” he whispered in your ear and you smiled at your own reflection.
Aemond's gift was a discreet necklace with the heraldry symbol of your father's name, of your name… a three-headed dragon in a silvery steel alloy that was quite subtle. The three heads of the dragon greeted you, declaring that you were one of them, but also each of its eyes were small sapphires as blue as Aemond's prosthesis, but when caught in the sunlight they reflected a purple light exactly like the color of your eyes. You knew that Aemond must have been demanding for that jewel, ordering select sapphire runes as unique as those, however, that made you happy. You were one more, at least for him. “This necklace represents us. In the dark, their eyes have my blue. In the light, they have your purple” he explained to you while you continued happily and in silence, admiring your own reflection in the mirror. Those two perfect and embracing figures. Both naked, without complexes, without ties... just him and you... together at last. “You are a Targaryen, (Y/N). And the Targaryens were born to be together” those last parts he whispered in your ear. His warm breath against the shell of your ear. You saw him close his eye, but the bluish prosthesis was still open, it almost seemed that he never lost sight of you, and that turned you on a lot. "Hmm" he sighed while he rested his head on yours. Still with his eye closed. You felt a warm sensation build up in your lower belly and you turned to kiss him. You not only felt accepted and wanted, but also loved. That necklace was proof of that.
The truth, a truth that Aemond would never confess to you, is that he had changed his gift at the last moment. That necklace was just a way of marking his territory at the birthday party before Cregan, but he would never admit it to you. That moment had turned out better than he had planned and he just closed his eye when he felt how you kissed him again after turning around with a smile. He picked you up and turned you around as you kissed, going back to bed. You lay down and smiled mischievously at him. "Suddenly I know what I want for breakfast," you told him comically, a mix of sensuality and amusement that you didn't think Aemond was used to from the way he looked at you. Lying facing each other, you smiled at him as you lowered your gaze and bit your lower lip in the most sensual way you could. He seemed to understand what you were talking about and he only knew how to put on a serious gesture while his hand was lost in your hair, almost forcing you and guiding you to what he had been waiting for so long.
"So what are you waiting for?" he whispered to you. His strong hand was pushing you down. He had to be in control, he couldn't let go, letting himself go would be accepting weakness, and he was never weak... he lay down looking at the ceiling, while you descended to give him what he had wanted so much. His eye lasted a short time on the ceiling, he quickly turned to look at you when he felt your tongue playing in the cleft of his glans. "My little dragon..." he moaned between his teeth and you felt a pang of pleasure at being named again as before, as he had always called you. He couldn't help but get excited seeing how you had changed, as now you were the woman who made him crazy... that made him horny at times. He saw you astride him, lying between his legs while your tongue ran the length of his member. That reddish and shiny head contrasted strongly with his pale skin and you felt his cock vibrating against your tongue. Aemond couldn't stop looking at you as your purple eyes locked on him. A look that said it all. He grabbed your hair tight. He thought he would cum soon, very soon. He had been wanting to be with you for so long that he knew it wasn't going to last at first. He had planned to cum inside your mouth and you would swallow his dragon seed. His seed was always a gift not a drop of which could be wasted. You sucked his cock between your lips while running one of your hands up and down the shaft of his manhood at the same time. Aemond growled. He didn't think he was going to last much longer and he grabbed your hair tightly, ready to set the pace, but, right at that moment his phone rang. "Fuck, who the hell is that now?" he said in a bad way. His hand on your hair, then he looked at you, unsure whether to continue with you or go to the phone. "Fuck" that was all he said as he grabbed your head desperately and set a fast pace that had nothing to do with the previous game you had set. He was angry at the interruption and you let him take over while you relaxed your neck for him to set the quick, the angry pace he needed. While your mouth felt his cock go in and out quickly and your hair felt the tugs that made your head go up and down, the phone didn't stop ringing. Nervous and urgent, it just overwhelmed your uncle, who hardly knew how to handle the urgency with which it sounded. You sensed Aemond angry and then he growled and breathed hard and desperate. His cock vibrated inside your mouth and you felt his warm seed slide down your throat. Right at that moment, Aemond stopped the controlled movements above your head and dropped you on the bed to kiss you angrily while he got up from. The truth was that you had felt uncomfortable during that moment and your jaw and throat ached from the rapid and deep thrusts he had given you, but, you understood that Aemond was stressed before that phone that did not stop ringing. "Damn," he muttered as he picked up the phone. "There was no other fucking time to call..." he said as the cell phone kept ringing again. Aemond cleared his throat as he picked up the phone. "Mother..." he answered. He went to the huge window of that room to talk to Alicent.
You got up from the bed and walked over to him. Your body adhered to his, both illuminated by the first rays of the sun of that perfect dawn. You would take care of him, you would relieve him, you would reduce his tension and you would always be there for him. It was what you said to yourself while you were listening to him talk, stressed with your grandmother. She was asking where you were, what had happened. You heard her mention that your father was freaking out that no one knew where you were and you saw Aemond's jaw tense as he answered. He said that you had spent the night in a hotel, that the doctors had told you to stay away from everything. He lied, creating a perfect story for his mother in which he came off as a perfect and loving uncle, concerned about the mental health of his little and vulnerable niece. Aemond Targaryen would always be the hero of your story.
You spent a couple of days at home, resting, although you had insisted that you were fine, that you could accompany your uncle to the office, but your grandmother had insisted that you stay there. Thus, you had spent half a week reading in the morning, eating with your grandmother, drawing quietly in the garden and bathing in the pool. It had been a quiet few days, seeing no one but your grandmother in the mornings and Aemond in the afternoons and evenings. He was leaving work early. He would come home and you would hang out together, keeping the logical distances, of course. No one could find out about you two, much less your grandmother, but you lived as a couple. You had dinner together and in those three days, one of them, he had taken you to a pretty good restaurant. Life like this seemed almost perfect. However, you had not seen your father at any time during those days. Until that Thursday afternoon, sitting in the sun lounger that was Aemond's favorite place to sit while you were in the pool, you waited for him to come home from work. You felt a presence behind you and you turned to greet him, but instead of finding Aemond, your father was looking at you completely devastated with terrible circles under his eyes. The truth is that you hadn't seen him since the Sunday of your birthday and, by the way he looked, you could imagine that he had been trying to forget it in his strange way all those days.
“Dad…” you started to say, but you didn't know what else to say. He struggled to sit across from you, with a sad smile and tired eyes. He looked at you only to end up looking at the pool.
“I'm so glad to see you looking so well, (Y/N)” he told you with a dry throat. He ended up trying to swallow, but he couldn't, talking to you had always been difficult for him.
“It was… it was silly” you told him, trying to play down the matter “What happened to me, I mean. It was silly."
"No, it wasn't" he told you, turning to look at you for a moment with tears in his eyes. Of course it hadn't been, but you couldn't accept what had happened. Now you felt ashamed. You had lost your mind for a moment. “I… I am sorry about what happens between us, (Y/N). I'm sorry I've never been there for you. Not having met you, not… not having protected you. If I had done it, we wouldn't be in this situation now…” he confessed to you. His eyes were not capable of looking at you. You would always be the great reflection of his failure with your mother. Always. “I… I really love you and care about you. I care a lot about you…”
"Dad..." you went to say, to hug him. You wanted it too, of course you did. He might be a lousy father, but he was your father, and you knew that he had always tried his best, even if it ended in acts as disastrous as the bandit. “I know you try to do your best.”
"And I know it's not enough," he laughed weakly, looking at you again. "You look like your mother, you're exactly like her," he confessed tiredly. And then, he looked strangely at the Targaryen pendant you hadn't parted with since Aemond had given it to you. It was a symbol of love…it almost embarrassed you to think of it, but it was a symbol of commitment. A commitment between Aemond and you. "That necklace is very pretty..." he told you, staring at him. He had screwed up with her gift. He realized that he had inadvertently excluded you from his family.
"Aemond gave it to me" you said, caressing the necklace sweetly and your father just looked away. Of course, his brother would always understand you better than he did…he felt jealous, he felt it because he thought you should see Aemond as your father figure, instead of seeing him. He had no idea how wrong he was...
“I want things to change between us, (Y/N). I really want to be there for you” he confessed to you, embarrassed to think that it was all his fault. He already knew that he was going to screw up since the day he saw you in your mother's arms about to catch the flight to Starfall…he would always be a disaster. And you didn't know how to respond to his words. You only remained in a painful silence in which neither of you knew what else to say. You both knew that things had to change, for the good for the both of you.
"Oh, look who's back from their mini vacation." Aemond looked up from his reports when he heard Alys' voice in the reception area of his office. Then, he saw you dressed casually, like you always did in your top and shorts, but this time with the torn shoulder bag and the Targaryen symbol on it. Your uncle smiled pleased to see you. "How are you, honey?" Alys asked you sweetly. The whole city must have found out you were in the psych ER after Cregan left. You felt stupid when they asked you like a little girl, but you saw sincerity in the eyes of your uncle's secretary.
"Fine" you replied as you watched your uncle get up from his desk to see you. You turned your attention to Alys and she smiled at you in the nicest way she knew how. "Thanks for asking me, Alys."
"Don't worry. That´s what I´m here for. Besides, I'll tell you a secret” she told you, lowering her tone of voice more and more. You approached to listen to her, “Men come and go. It's a lesson I give you.” Without a doubt, Alys blamed it on the same thing everyone else blamed it on, Cregan was gone and you'd gone mad with love. She smiled at you but her eyes seemed to freeze when she saw the necklace now hanging from your neck. "How beautiful!" she commented, trying to sound nice, but that smelled very bad to her. You laughed sweetly.
"Yes, Aemond gave it to me for my birthday," you confessed to her and she tried to put the ideas in order in her head. You had been with Cregan all that time, it was impossible, unlikely that you would have ended up tangled between Aemond's sheets, but that seemed like a gift more between lovers than between family...
"(Y / N)" Aemond greeted you through the open door of his office, hands in pockets. He looked at the very expensive Rolex that he always wore and looked at you again with a stupid smile on his lips, "How soon you came" he told you in a soft tone, almost suggestive and Alys's alarms went off. What. Was. Going. Between. You. Two?
"It's just that I couldn't keep waiting at home," you told him coquettishly, clutching your shoulder bag like an idiot and Alys cleared her throat while she looked at Aemond with a worried face. Your uncle seemed to come back to reality.
“How about you go down to the cafeteria and have what you want?” Aemond responded quickly, returning to the stoic tone he always seemed to have.
"Yes, of course" you replied with concern. Just when you closed the door to that waiting room. Aemond turned slowly, his unbound hair moving in time to return to his office. He had work to finish. Alys went to the office door and leaned defiantly against the frame. They had never been anything, owed each other nothing, but Alys wasn't going to let Aemond fall the way his uncle did. She had to protect him because with it she protected herself.
"What is going on between you two?" she said as she walked over to Aemond's desk, she leaned against it and glared at him hard. He just answered her with the same cold look that he would have given his worst enemy. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“I know it was you who helped him with the reports that night, Rivers. Let it be the last time you disobey an order I give you” he commanded harshly, without feeling. Alys laughed in disbelief. He had called her Rivers. Rivers. He was beginning to distance himself from her. He had only done that many years ago, when he caught her being unfaithful.
"Well, that doesn't seem to have stopped you from fucking her, does it?" Alys mumbled back at his taunt.
"Are you jealous?" Her boss responded, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
“Don't make me laugh, Aemond. You are just like your uncle. Exactly the same” Alys could never be jealous. She had only been in love once, many years ago, and she had never been Aemond's. Your uncle had been fun to educate, but nothing more. She was his confidante because they both kept many secrets from each other, but that was the end of their whole relationship. She could never be jealous of you, she was only worried that Aemond would end up walking the same path of doom as her uncle. "Be careful what game you're playing."
“And you be careful what you suggest, Rivers. It is a very ugly accusation” he replied, leaning back in his chair. He wasn't going to get rid of Alys, but her patronizing attitude was making him angry. He was much smarter than his uncle. They would never catch you. Never.
"It's going to end very badly for you Targaryen." And with that sentence, with that statement, Alys left Aemond's office, angrily closing the door behind her. History was repeating itself, much to the secretary's chagrin, and your uncle had no idea how true Alys's words were.
Alys' backstory was so intriguing. Sad that the one time she puts her heart out there it gets crushed. She decided to put all her efforts into the company and you can see why she's so protective of it.
The necklace Aemond gave the reader was just a way of marking what's his 😮💀
I wonder what his original gift was 🤔
I hope Aegon really does try to change his relationship with his daughter and that it's not empty promises.
"It's going to end very badly for you Targaryen." History was repeating itself, much to the secretary's chagrin, and your uncle had no idea how true Alys's words were.
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!
I want to apologize with this chapter. This week has been a terrible nightmare and I didn't have the time that I normally have. Thanks for all the waiting, I really hope you will like it :D
Word Count: 8K
"Fuck," Cregan moaned through his teeth. All of his fingers had dug into your skin with force, almost cutting off circulation. He held your hips as if his life depended on it. Sweaty and panting, he was right below you. He had indeed reached his climax. He had cumed after a couple of hip movements that you had made a short time after having placed you on top. His eyes were still closed, but he finally opened them a little and gave you a smile. “Fuck… you're too tight for me…” he slurred again and you laughed flirtatiously as he continued to hold on to your hips. You looked at him with half-closed eyes, in a sensual look that promised him much more, and he swallowed to end up resting his head between the cushions of that hotel room. He laughed again. And you laughed with him, but the truth was... it was the third fuck you'd had that afternoon and you still... you hadn't cumed. You had asked for the afternoon at work exclusively for this and, although Aemond had denied it saying that you had many coffees to serve him, Aegon had finally said that you could go, that he would talk to his brother. And so you had packed all your things and headed for the hotel room where Cregan was waiting for you. Everything had flowed well until you found yourself unable to let yourself go. You could only think of Aemond. Would he also covet your hips like that? Would he also end up with a smile on his face, as if it had been the best shag of his life? “I love you…” Cregan whispered, waking you from your musings. He looked at you with sincere eyes and full of joy, waiting for your reaction, while you continued on him. At that moment, you landed on your reality. You were with Cregan and he was confessing in the worst possible way. It wasn't what you needed at the time. It wasn't what you needed at all. His huge hand traveled from your hips to your face and caressed you. That hand was so big that he could encompass it without difficulty. He brought your face closer to his so he could kiss him. And you couldn't anymore. You didn't want him to love you. You just wanted to disconnect from everything. You couldn't answer 'And I love you too', because it was a lie, and you couldn't lie about something like that. You started to feel bad. Right at that moment you separated from him and got up to pretend that you were looking at some message on your mobile phone, which you had left on the nightstand, and Cregan seemed to be turned off by your attitude. You saw him sit on the bed with difficulty while he took off the condom and tied it in silence, almost regretting having confessed like that.
“Would you like to go to dinner? I have the whole afternoon free” you told him going back to bed, pretending you hadn't heard that confession. And he just threw the condom in a bad way into the trash can that was next to one of the nightstands. “Then we could go back and continue…”
"What you want. I'm going to take a shower” you saw him leave angrily and awkwardly, as if he was tired from all the fucking you had that afternoon. You followed him, worried. You didn't want to lose him either. You were being selfish, but you couldn't lose Cregan. He seemed to be the only one who cared about you. You saw him turn on the shower. “(Y/N), I haven't said 'I love you' to you in a way that I don't mean or in response to a good fuck. Really, I…” he started telling you, but you quickly cut him off.
"I don't like being told. That's all" you replied approaching him. "People say ‘I love you’ in a very easy way, but in the end it's not true" you told him seriously, while your arms went around his neck. He kissed you with feeling, your lips came together slowly and were even slower to separate. Your father had ever told you ‘I love you’, few, very few, and fewer were the times that he had shown it to you. Aemond had told you ‘I love you’, on many more occasions, before last summer, but when push came to shove, he hid feeling like a cornered monster. You hated being told that "I love you" thing. It was almost like a way for them to laugh in your face, to try to show something they didn't feel. I love you. I love you. I love you. But in the end there was no one to demonstrate that feeling.
"Really, I do" Cregan replied caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "And I don't know what kind of shit people you've met, but when I say it, it's because it's true" he replied and kissed you again. As you kissed him, you thought of Aemond. I wish that ‘I love you’ that he had said to you a couple of weeks ago, just before you left with Cregan, had been real. I wish it was. You had only said once in your life to someone ‘I love you’, and that had only been to Aemond.
“It's a pretty good proposition for lining the new models,” Daeron commented, as he looked at the plans on the table. Aegon was also in the same room, although he was only getting up to pour himself another whiskey. Aemond was at the head of the meeting table. However, he had paid little attention to this encounter with Cregan Stark. The northerner had made an appointment with them several weeks ago to sell them his new idea. The one-eyed man had put it off until it had been unavoidable. He had endured stoic absolutely the entire meeting. His head was not there. "What do you think, Aemond?" Daeron asked him, but he only took out a cigarette and put it to his lips. One could feel the tension in that room. He lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. He blew smoke, daring Cregan to go through with his proposal.
"I'm not interested" that was absolutely all he said. He hadn't been paying attention. He hadn't interested her in the least. He wasn't going to do business with that mangy wolf. That was all. He would not lose money. Aemond Targaryen never lost money.
"You haven't thought it through" Cregan stressed, trying to make his former boss think about his proposal. The Worg had left the company shortly after Aemond took over, but whenever he had made proposals as an outside consultant your uncle had accepted them with little reservation. That was before he touched his stuff…before he touched you. You hadn't spent that night in the Targaryen house. You'd just come back that Saturday morning smelling of the same cheap hotel gel Aemond could smell on Cregan's skin.
"Yes, I've thought about it all I had to," he replied, not looking at the incredulous faces on Aegon's and Daeron's. Cregan had always made them money and they didn't understand why he was saying something like that. Aemond took another silent drag, daring Cregan to speak further. He had already settled the matter, but he liked when they crawled in front of him. "I'm not interested"
"I guess we can think about it some more, huh?" suggested Aegon. He said it quite annoyed. The truth is that your father was comfortable in Cregan's presence. The old wolf seemed to make you happy. You spent a lot of time with him…it was the complete opposite of who he was. And he couldn't be more pleased. He didn't want you to end up with someone like himself, unable to take care of you.
"Is this all because I'm sleeping with (Y/N)?" asked Cregan bluntly. The northerner had your uncle as your true father figure. For the person who had cared for and protected you up to that moment. And he could understand why Aemond would worry that his little girl was now with someone so old, even that you were with someone. Cregan felt much the same way about his daughters, but that didn't cloud his judgment. As always, he misinterpreted the feelings that Aemond had towards you, because perhaps his way of interpreting them was the correct one, the natural one...
Aemond's jaw tightened for the first time in that encounter. At last a gesture other than indifference had appeared in that meeting with Cregan. Seeing him like this, a revelation appearance in Daeron´s mind. Indeed, it all had to do with you. The bathroom scene was beginning to make sense. Something had happened between you two, but he wasn't going to investigate it. He would never dare go against his brother. The only thing he was wondering was how it was possible that Aegon was so blind and that Aemond continued to have that attitude towards you.
“I don't know what bothers you about me being with her. I take care of her. I protect her…” he began reasoning “I love her. If her father isn't upset that she and I are together… “Did he love you? Who the hell did Cregan think he was? He didn't want you. He didn't love you half as much as Aemond did. And he did know how to take care of you and protect you. He had been doing it all your life. You were his everything, and now his everything spread her legs almost every night for Cregan…he had been an asshole…those words were stabbings into Aemond's heart…
“You are not together. I don't hear her address you as my boyfriend, or my partner,” Aemond shot back. Cregan was nobody to you in your uncle's way of seeing him.
"Because she doesn't want to, but for practical purposes…" Cregan tried to explain.
"...She sleeps with you because she's bored" Aemond completed the sentence as it suited him, because he knew it was true. Cregan was your nothing. He lifted one corner of his lip in a sneer as he watched Cregan look at him as if he was going to kill him with his stare. “That's all. She feels lonely and bored. She ends up in your bed because she has nothing better to do all day”he sentenced and took another puff, blowing smoke through his nose.
"You don't know her at all" For the first time, the Northerner had darkened his gaze, as if he was trying to glare at Aemond with his eyes. His sincere and cheerful look had become a reflection of the contempt he felt for the one-eyed man.
"The one who doesn't know her is you, Cregan" Aemond replied amused. He was willing to kill Cregan any way he could. “(Y/N) is a Targaryen. She's not going to end up with a Stark, or do you already imagine you taking her to the altar to end up divorced from her? I think your three ex-wives could prove me right…” he finished adding.
"Don't say another word, Targaryen," Cregan threatened, getting up from his chair, as if he had hit him where it hurt the most.
"Why?" Aemond faced. He didn't plan to lose that matchup.
"Aemond" Aegon tried to rebuke him, but his brother just looked at him as if he were a complete stranger, as if he was losing sight of him in this confrontation.
“Do you want your daughter to end up with someone who is the same age as you?” His brother answered with that excuse. Actually, the only thing that mattered to him is that the man you were with wasn't him.
“You don't need to humiliate me, Aemond. You are not interested in the project that I present to you. Good. I don't care about” Cregan replied “I'll sell it to the competition”
“With the simple gesture of making a phone call, I can end your career, Cregan. Don't tell me that you're going to sell it to the competition" Aemond scolded him, as if that wasn't with him, as if he hadn't said or done anything to piss off Cregan... he had threatened him, but Aemond could afford it. He could afford what he wanted.
"As your lawyer and adviser, I recommend that you think coldly" Daeron replied. 'And don't think with the tip of your dick' he wanted to add, but he kept quiet. He almost always remained silent. They saw Cregan storm out of there and Aegon approached his younger brother, hands in pockets and sorry he had to call his attention.
“I understand little, Aemond, but it is a good project. It's best if you say yes at (Y/N)'s birthday party,” Aegon told him, as if he was trying to convince him. And then Aemond looked at him as if he were trying to put him down. "I don't know what happened to you, but..."
"Is he coming to (Y/N)'s birthday party?" he asked annoyed and Aegon looked at him with an incredulous smile at his reaction.
"It's her partner, Aemond, even if you don't want to see it" his older brother replied "(Y / N) asked my permission to him come, and I think that if it makes him happy that's what we have to do.”
Aemond didn't answer, didn't even bother to look at his brother again. You, in his head, were just doing these things to make him jealous. Last year he had taken Alys to your birthday with the desire to distance himself from you. This year you were going to take Cregan to make him jealous. Aemond returned to manifest a feeling that he had not had in years: that of being screwed.
“For the seven. There are men who don't know how to be ashamed” in a scene very similar to the one she had experienced years before, Alicent was with her middle son, watching a happy couple, but she didn't like it. She had the same disapproving look when she looked at Cregan that she had when he looked at your mother at her birthday party twenty years ago.
Aemond, just behind her, sipped his wine in silence, just as he had done so many years ago. They both thought in silence how to solve that situation, but both for very different reasons: Alicent was doing it for your good, for decorum, you... you had to find a good boy your age... Aemond did it because he wanted you, because if someone deserved to be sitting next to you while one of his hands caressed your knee and his other arm wrapped around your shoulders, it was him, he was the one who deserved such a reward... not the mangy Cregan, as he was just now. He laughed like an asshole at some bad joke Jace made and you returned his caresses by intertwining his fingers with yours.
They were all around the garden table, where they had dined together to celebrate your birthday, but Alicent and Aemond had been the first to get up, while the others were still there, celebrating, drinking and laughing...
"This can't end well" Alicent said as she watched as Cregan kissed you on the neck and you laughed in front of everyone. “The faith of the seven teaches us…” Alicent continued to speak, but Aemond only watched her in silence. You were wearing the black dress he had bought you, your lips were painted his red lipstick, you almost looked like you were made for Aemond that day, and yet you were going to end up in the bed of Cregan's cheap hotel room… He had taken Alys the year before, you this one to Cregan. You were hitting him where it hurt the most and he didn't know what to do to get you back again...
You ended up opening presents, like every birthday. The gifts at your father's house had always been better than those at your mother's. They had always tried to make up for the absence of the year with lavish and enormous gifts, which had made you excited as a child, but which over time had only seemed ridiculous to you. Your Uncle Daeron had given you a new cell phone. Helaena and Jace some very expensive headphones that you were going to return along with your mobile phone and buy yourself a graphics tablet to draw... your grandmother had followed her line and bought you a discreet sweater so you wouldn't be cold in winter. You smiled at her and thanked her, it was almost the best gift of all… until Cregan arrived. He had given you a rather modest box of charcoals that he told you could use at Sunspear School of the Arts, and you thought you would burst into tears of happiness. You felt for a single moment that Cregan was the one…he was too sweet and chivalrous. However, all that happiness and stupid smile wiped from your face when you opened your father's gift.
“Come on, open it, open it. I think you'll love it.” Aegon smiled as he handed you a huge box. Coming from your father and knowing how little he knew you, you expected anything. You opened the wrapping paper and took the lid off the box. "And good? Do you like it?" Your father asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck almost anxious to please you, and you just looked away as you closed the box again, almost with tears in your eyes. Aemond raised an eyebrow, sitting across from you, and Cregan knew nothing of what was happening to you.
"Alright. Thank you, dad” was all you said, but seeing the same bandolier bag that Aemond had given you a couple of years ago with only the heraldry of your mother's house, it broke your heart. You always said that you would change your last name that year, but it was one thing to say it and... quite another to see how your father gave you something like that with only the coat of arms of your mother's house. It was almost like an invitation for him not to feel like one of his family. He had excluded you without realizing it. You closed the box and put it to the side of the lawn chair where you were sitting.
"It's that I saw that you had the other one, very old and destroyed and you had removed our shield... so I thought that with everything you liked and used it, you needed a newer and better one" your father tried to explain to you happily and you just looked towards other side. With that stupid gesture that Aegon thought he had made to make you happy, he had only made you sadder by emphasizing an obvious fact: you weren't a Targaryen, not even in his eyes, and you never would be. "(Y/N), are you alright?" he asked you and Aemond rolled his eye in annoyance before you could even speak.
"Why the hell haven't you put the heraldry of our family?" he asked his older brother rather peevishly.
"Aemond, don't start, please," Helaena tried to say, as she rocked one of her children in her arms. They all looked like they were going to accuse him of the same thing. His obsession with her last name and his house.
"I have asked you a question, Aegon," Aemond replied. He was dying to give you the little box of that expensive jewelry. Inside was his gift, a symbol of love from him to you. You heard them start arguing, but you couldn't stop thinking about how your father had excluded you with such a foolish gesture like that. The rebellion you had in mind was one thing, another for your father to reaffirm an idea that you tried to maintain as crazy. However, at that moment, Cregan's phone rang, and from that moment on, while everyone was arguing, your life changed forever.
“I'll take the first flight. I won't be long in coming. Tell him I'll be there as soon as possible” you heard Cregan speaking on the phone. He had gone into your room looking for privacy. You entered silently and closed the door behind you, not wanting to disturb him. He looked at you at that moment and you knew something wasn't right “Yes. I will be there as soon as possible. Goodbye” he repeated again and hung up. His phone quickly ended up in his pants pocket.
"All good?" you asked coming closer and Cregan just sighed before speaking and pinching the point of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He seemed suddenly tired, as if he was overwhelmed by this situation. Actually, he would never have confessed to you, but he always felt that he had spent too much time in King's Landing, playing lovelorn children with you. He had a family and a responsibility, and that call had brought him back to his reality, in which you were barely a part.
"No. Not really” he sighed and moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling you in like that, as if he knew that this was going to be the last hug he gave you. "My eldest son, Rickon, fell off the stupid motorcycle that he insisted that we give him for his last birthday, so he broke his leg" he explained quite tired. At that moment, he saw a side of Cregan that you had never seen before, that of being a father, and you were more aware than ever of the age difference that separated you.
"I'm so sorry" you answered, while your hands began to caress his chest. You wanted to comfort him. It really was what you wanted seeing him really so tired.
"Thank you" he whispered defeated and exhausted. “I have… I have to go see him, (Y/N). I have to be with him."
“I understand and it's the best you can do” you told him, sounding sincere, and he really thanked you. He always would. He thought you were quite generous, but it was largely because you wished your father had done the same for you.
"I'm going to take the first flight to Winterfell... I´m sorry" he apologized, because he knew he was leaving you there alone, on the day of your birthday celebration with your paternal family. Alone and surrounded by dragons, each one more indifferent towards you.
"I could come with you" you told him automatically. You didn't want to stay there without Cregan's company, it could be that you weren't in love with him, but you needed him. He seemed to be the only one who cared about you. You could accompany him to his home, be with him and support him while his son recovered... you could go far away from everything that bound you to King's Landing. You were sure that if you walked away from Aemond, things with Cregan would flow even better. The prospect did not excite you, but it did give you hope that you would feel better.
“(Y/N)…” Cregan walked up to you and kissed your forehead, almost in a goodbye gesture. His hands grabbed your face and he gave you a sad but sincere smile. "I will be back. I promise you and things will go back to the way they are now... but... you're not ready to come with me" she tried to explain to you "Rickon is 19 years old... and I don't think he could accept me being with a girl his age" he swallowed, but finished smiling at you "I have to protect you from that" he tried to explain, while in his head he was trying to find a correct way to present his children as his... Well, Cregan didn't know how to define you. You had never put a label on what you had and he didn't think you were going to put it on now. You were nothing, and if you now proposed to accompany him, it was a good sign to Cregan that things were beginning to work out. However, for Cregan, unlike for your father, his children were his priority.
"I can protect myself from that, myself" you replied. It wouldn't take long for you to pack your suitcase, to follow him, to accompany him. You would help him with whatever was needed. However, Cregan knew that this was neither your place nor your responsibility, at least for the moment. He wasn't going to be so selfish as to drag you North with him and then keep you hidden from the rest of his family. It wasn't fair to you, and it wasn't fair to him.
"I promise you. I'll come back as soon as Rickon gets better” he told you, ending the conversation, kissing you sweetly on the lips. "I love you" he answered you at the end of the kiss, and you didn't answer. Because you weren't in love with him, because at that moment you were hurt, because at that moment… the only hope you had in King's Landing was running away from there.
You sat at the window of your room. All alone again and abandoned, you clutched your knees. Your head rested on them and, through the window, you watched in silence as Cregan got into the taxi that he had ordered a few minutes ago. You understood why he wanted to go alone, but... as always you were the one who suffered the consequences. You weren't in love with him, but you were trying. He was a good man, you have taken care of yourself and protected yourself all this time. He had offered you everything you had asked for. Perhaps, he didn't even want you to go with him as a measure to protect you from something you weren't prepared for... At least, he cared about his children... and that made you jealous when you compared him to your father. When had Aegon caught an emergency flight to see you? Whatever the situation? Never. That was all you could think of. Cregan had told you that everything would be the same when he returned, but even he didn't know when he would return, and you also understood that you were the last of his worries. You were nothing to anyone. You felt the tears come to your eyes and you buried your head between your legs in a terrible anxiety attack. You couldn't breathe and your throat ached from it. You thought that when you were there you only had a sore throat from crying. Never for laughing. You missed him. You missed that pain that caused you to laugh until you ran out of breath... you kept crying trying to silence your crying.
You felt how you grabbed your hair, how your hands were lost among the roots and you screamed in a devastating scream that must have been heard throughout the house. You didn't want to be there. You didn't want to continue carrying your father's last name... he had excluded you with that stupid gesture of the bandolier, but you couldn't take it anymore... you needed to escape from there... and yet, at that moment you couldn't think of anything else that you wanted to disappear from there… you were just alone… your heart raced, you felt palpitations, you thought you were going to die, and you felt another involuntary tug of your hands on your scalp… you were having an anxiety attack… you hit your back against the wall and all your body slipped, you fell to the ground and continued crying. There seemed to be no salvation for you anymore, what was it that you had done wrong to get to that situation?
You heard your father scream your name and then arms grabbed you as you continued to cry. You were no longer there. That anxiety crisis had left an empty shell... you heard voices... you heard how your father and Aemond argued... but you didn't understand a single word... you weren't there anymore... your chest and throat hurt. You couldn't breathe anymore...
"I just went up to her room and found her like this, I didn't want to..." Aegon followed Aemond as he carried you into his arms, ready to take you wherever you were need. He only cared about you. That was all that mattered to him. This was all his fault, or at least in part, but he would never accept it. Your grandmother followed close behind.
"I already knew that all this nonsense with that Stark was going to cause us problems" Alicent commented while Aemond ignored them all, carrying you easily towards his car. "I told you to control her, Aegon, that this was not going to end well..." his mother told him.
“I… this summer… I tried to do my best…” your father tried to explain, following his brother. At that moment, Aemond stopped. His shoulders tensed and he turned, still holding you, so he could look at his brother.
"Well, do us a favor and go back with your whores, or snort cocaine, or get drunk... we've done better in previous summers without you..." he snapped coldly, and Aegon froze, as if he didn't know what to answer. He felt his face turn pale. Aemond was right... you were better off without him... your father only knew how to be wrong...
Daeron and Helaena looked at Aemond as he walked out the door of the family home, ready to take you to the hospital, wherever it was needed to make you feel better. They knew the truth. Aemond had not only been cruel with those words towards your father, but he was also being selfish towards you. Now he wanted to seem like the hero of that whole story, when in reality he was just another of the culprits.
Aemond ended up driving in his car at top speed. He carried you in the passenger seat while you continued crying, almost out of breath, choking on your own tears. You were alone and he wanted to hug you. Whisper to you that everything would be fine, but he needed to take you to the hospital. You weren't okay. He was terrified that you would never be again. It reminded him of the anxiety attacks he had when he was young when he looked in the mirror after losing his eye... he only felt guilty, and his money paid the best specialists in those emergencies where he took you, in that very expensive hospital... his money was only used to pay for the attempts to mend all the damage he had done to you... he almost couldn't breathe now it was him... he felt a pressure in his chest. He couldn't think. The only thing that reigned in his mind was the fear of losing you... the fear of not having you... the doctors told him that you needed to rest and that they had given you some painkillers. Aemond almost felt cheated, was that all? Yes, he really was. For the doctors it was something that would have to be monitored, but it was nothing alarming... Aemond was destroying your life... your father was destroying your life... the Targaryens did it because they had impunity for it... and Aemond felt cheated, because nobody It seemed to slow down the monster inside him, almost seemed to encourage it... and he hated himself for all that he had made you suffer...
“I don't want to go home,” you whispered as Aemond drove in silence. He didn't even dare look at you. He just swallowed. He felt guilty. If you had reached that situation it was because of him.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked you frankly, honestly, with…concern. You had ended up in the psychiatric emergency room of the most expensive hospital in the city. The money that Aemond had worked so hard to get was now only serving to keep you in a sleepy but calm state. Aemond didn't know what the doctors had made you take, but they had made you calmer and more manageable. Tomorrow would be the hard day. He didn't want to face tomorrow. That anxiety attack you had suffered was proof that he did not want to lose you, that he could not lose you.
"I don't know, but don't take me home" you repeated, on the verge of tears. Your hands found hers as he kept her on the gear stick. That touch sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. Actually, Aemond didn't need to talk about anything right now. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He was really anxious. He frowned, the scar aching. That only happened when he was stressed or really worried. Pain throbbed in his eye socket. He needed to get home, remove the patch and put on ice, drink something, or just stop thinking for a moment. Nevertheless. The first thing at that moment was you. So he stopped driving in the direction of the family home. He knew where he was going to take you.
You two ran across the lawn so as not to get wet. The sprinklers were on that night, and Aemond was leading you through the dark. He tried to run so as not to get wet, but it was impossible. He heard you laugh and his heart sped up. Your laugh sounded every time a sprinkler hit you. He ended up taking you in his arms and your arms went around his neck, while your face was cradled in his chest. You heard his heartbeat accelerated by your closeness, by your proximity, and you laughed sweetly. That was the place where you should be. This was definitely the place where you belonged. You breathed hard, filling your lungs with his scent. You did not know what they had given you at the hospital but you began to feel better, with a warm feeling in which the rest seemed not to matter.
He left you once you reached a bank and there he took off his huge jacket and put it around your shoulders and you hugged yourself half drugged to the warm sensation it produced. You liked it because it just smelled like him, because it belonged to him. He smiled when he saw you smile under his coat and stroked your chin, only to end up sitting next to you and lighting a cigarette with that characteristic click that Zippos have when opened. He took a drag and blew the smoke rapidly out of his mouth, in a rather nervous state for his liking. “I'd need smoke something much louder,” he commented with a half smile, and you resisted slightly, largely relieved that you weren't home. You looked around, quite disoriented, but finally recognized him. It was the park where he had taken you when you were his little dragon, when you were just a little girl who adored his uncle. All that adoration had now turned into an irrepressible desire that drove both of you upside down, that made you lose yourself on the fine line between moral and immoral, but then, in that park, you were just two lost people, but who they loved each other deeply. Each one in their own peculiar way, but love nonetheless.
“Do you remember that day I told you I wanted to break the world record for going high on that swing?” you told him pointing to one of the few swings that were in that park. You could tell that it was an elegant place, not very suitable for children, but that even so it had covered the needs that you had as a child in that regard. He looked at you with a half smile and then looked straight ahead, while you continued to stare at him, completely entranced.
"How could I forget it? I told you that we had fulfilled it when I went too far from pushing you and you fell. I remember telling you about it while he was tending your scraped knees. They had just called us to congratulate us" he laughed amused, remembering how happy he had been with you when you were a child, and that made him feel worse, how had he gotten to a situation like the one you were in? How had that been possible?
“I miss that time. You loved me ”you sighed resting your head on his shoulder, and Aemond sighed tiredly. He took another drag on his cigarette. You knew that he only smoked when he was feeling anxious, which led you to wonder if there was any time in those days when he was relaxed. This wasn't doing him any good, but he needed to talk to you, he needed to.
“I've always loved you unconditionally, (Y/N)” he breathed heavily after saying it, closing her eyes “And I need you…” he confessed “I need you the way you want… because I really want it equally …” he swallowed and you turned your sleepy head so you could look into his eyes. Your eyes met. Yours was of disbelief, his of acceptance. He couldn't lose you. He could never do it. His hand moved slowly to cup your face. Once he reached your face he drew you in a quick movement towards him and his lips met yours in an eager kiss. You didn't close your eyes. You couldn't believe what was happening after such a long day. You only contemplated him while he gave you a silent kiss. So, you finally closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by that endless kiss. That was for you to be home at last. Finally.
Aemond poured himself a whiskey in silence. He'd only had to make one phone call and the Hightowers' luxury hotel had the principal suite available for him and his date. No one had asked questions. No one had talked about how he would be billed for that night and that act. He had just arrived driving his Ferrari, he had left it at the door and you had gone up in the private elevator of the hotel. No one had seen you enter. No one knew who the Targaryen Industries CEO's girl was that night, but no one asked questions, it was better that way. The illuminated city greeted you that full moon night. The dim light of the moon entered through the window and illuminated the enormous room. Aemond stood with his glass in front of the bed.
You sat on the bed and looked at him. Your eyes were still sad. You must have looked terrible. That wrinkled short black dress, your disheveled hair, bare feet, and mascara smeared all over your cheeks… Yet to Aemond there was no more beautiful sight. You were completely broken, but so in need of him that he could die of happiness. That was how he liked you. He needed you to need him. He wanted you to love him. He loved that you loved him. However, his face didn't seem to harbor any emotion… he took a sip from his glass of whiskey while he watched you. His free hand in his pants pocket. He wasn't going to let you see the terrible erection that pressed against the fabric in an almost annoying way. You looked at him and tried to smile. You were sad, lost, upset... but, you had him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you uncrossed your legs, inviting him to come with you at once. You saw how his imperturbable face paled when he saw you slowly unfold your legs. You opened them laughing in a sweet but flirtatious way, almost like a whore who knew what Aemond wanted. All your pussy soaked just for him. Your uncle took another sip, though he only licked his lips. He had before him something that he wanted much more than that glass. You smiled biting his lower lip when you saw him moisten his lips without losing sight of what he really wanted...
He finished his drink in one gulp and set the glass down on the table where he had picked it up. "Take off your panties" he ordered, still not approaching you. He watched how you obeyed him with a feigned innocence, you slowly passed the wet cloth over your legs, letting them fall to the ground due to all the weight produced by the accumulated humidity that was now in it. You saw him smile pleased. "Good girl" he whispered to you as he moved closer to you. He caressed your lower lip and you looked at him with bright eyes as he continued to stand in front of you. Aemond grabbed your head, tugging at your hair with a smirk. You felt your whole body arouse with sheer anticipation, but you did nothing more than look at him with a smile on your lips. Your uncle pulled your hair again, as if he expected you to unbutton his pants, and you smiled at him proudly and pretty. You weren't going to kneel before him. You didn't mean to, not for a single moment. "I want you to suck me off" was all he whispered to you with a smile on his lips, and he pulled my hair once more, as if you hadn't known about his wishes from the beginning. Of course you knew what he wanted, you weren't stupid. You have never been stupid.
"What a pity! I don't feel like it today" you told him in a sensual and childish tone to which he only knew how to respond like a predator and squeeze your hair even more. You saw him clench his jaw in response as he breathed heavily. You saw how that lump rose before your refusal. It turned him on when you contradicted him, as if it were something to break or break. Aemond had to have everything under control. He had always been like that. "Get down on your knees" you told him daring and excited and he looked at you as if he didn't believe what he just heard... you saw him debate whether he should do it or not, but in the end he did it. His knees dropped with all his weight against the ground. Aemond was at your mercy... you laughed as you felt how his hands now coveted your hips. Without a word, one of your hands rested on your uncle's head while you slipped into bed, giving way to what now you wanted... his eye did not leave yours. Parted lips. Fascination on his face. You felt his hands moving up your dress to your hips. His breath against that soaked area made you emit a small moan... you removed the patch and the bluish prosthesis greeted you... you returned to caress his head with only your fingertips and he smiled delightedly...
Your uncle brought his face closer to your pussy and you smiled at him again. Aemond never ate anyone's cunt in those days. Perhaps when he was younger he had been quite good at it, but now he didn't do it to anyone. That would have been lowering himself, but with you he could do it, because you were special enough or he was crazy for you enough to do it. You were a Targaryen, just like him and that made him cross limits that he hadn't crossed for a long time. He kissed the inner side of your thighs, while his hands gripped your hips. His grip was strong, almost as if he thought you could escape at any moment, as if he really needed your body. Aemond didn't think he'd ever lost his head for anyone so much in his entire life. His lips kissed the soft skin of the inner face of your thighs again. He looked at you waiting for an answer and saw you with your back arched, a small moan escaped your lips, almost as if that brief contact of his lips with your skin was enough for you to reach the climax. He smiled to himself as he thought in wonder at the power he had over you. That was how he liked it. You might think you were the one in control, but you weren't. Aemond was always the one who held him like an iron leash, held tightly between his two hands. He kissed you again on the inside of your thighs and then again, and again... he played at making you want him, asking him to eat you. You had told him to kneel and he had but only to get to this moment. He kissed you again on Mount Venus, but his lips avoided contact with the area where you really wanted them. He saw you laugh. He liked the sound of your laughter, but he also saw how your eyes full of passion asked him to continue.
"Tell me what you want" he whispered to you, playing with you. His violet eye fixed on you. He stuck out his tongue ready to lick, but just as you brought your hips towards the target and he continued on the trajectory, he backed away with a mischievous grin.
"Aemond" you moaned at him, halfway between anger and excitement. Still smiling.
"You haven't told me what you want yet," he replied, rubbing his face on the inside of your thigh, his gaze still on you.
"Are you going to make me beg?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Your index finger stroked his chin and he smiled, almost victorious.
"It wouldn't be bad" he answered you while you felt how one of his hands released the grip of your hips. He put one of your legs over one of his shoulders to get better access to your cunt. One of his fingers slowly caressed the crack of your pussy and a shiver of pleasure ran through his body. All your skin stood up.
"Aemond" you moaned again, closing your eyes. He turned to smile and then his entire tongue ran up and down your pussy, savoring all the slippery juices that had gathered from that foreplay. Your eyes narrowed and your lips parted, emitting moans that guided Aemond in what you like or not. His lips and his tongue seemed made to eat that part of your body. One of the times when he stopped while you writhed, you saw how his entire chin lit up from the moisture that had adhered there. All coming from your body. But he wouldn't let go, you writhed but he seemed extremely hungry, enough to not take a breath. His lips surrounded your clitoris and he sucked, at that moment you felt even more pleasurable pressure build up in your stomach. One of his fingers entered you while he kissed, licked and sucked on your clit. "More" you asked him in a moan and he put another finger inside you, pressing that indicated and spongy place inside you. You almost thought you were dying while he looked at you arrogantly, satisfied with all he could do. You writhed with pleasure thanks to him. There came a point where you couldn't and you cumed all over his face while he continued to lick it almost clean and you lay back trying to catch your breath. That was how it had to be, you were finally together as you should be. Aemond then simply dropped his pants while you were a drenched mess in that black dress where your aroused nipples could be seen through the fabric. You trembled with pleasure, but you needed more, you both needed more. Your uncle positioned himself between your legs and gave himself a couple of quick pumps with his hand. The red tip greeted you, pre-cum dripping, in agonizing anticipation. He moved over you, resting his hands on the mattress, and then he kissed you. You could taste your flavor on his tongue.
Aemond entered you. His cock surrounded by the warmth of your pussy. Tight and soaked. His eyes closed and his teeth clenched in a muffled moan. He believed that he would cum soon. Your legs encircled his hips. Your eyes met and you laughed as he started to ram you into the mattress. Slow but strong. This was for Aemond to be home at last. Finally.
The reader is trying to have a relationship with Cregan but she knows she can't reciprocate his feelings, especially after his confession.
Daeron's in the middle of Aemond and Cregan's pissing match like "I'm gonna forget I know why Aemond's acting this way."
I felt so bad for the reader when her birthday went to hell and she broke down 🥺 Aemond telling Aegon his daughter was better without him and placing the blame on him for her breakdown was not cool! Especially when he knew that it was more because of him than anything else.
The scene in the park was so sweet. Both of them trying to get back to the good place they used to be.
The hotel-
Can't wait to see how their relationship changes after this! I think we are at the point of no return.
I think this is one of the best chapters by far, at least from my point of view.
As I always say, Creagn was perfect, but it wasn't what she wanted, and that moment of confession is very hard, because it is real. I think a lot of people can relate to something like that :(
Daeron wants to ignore it all, poor lost soul. He is a character who in this story ends up going down to hell, as you will see in the following chapters.
The birthday is terrible and Aemond is terribly selfish in that scene. He knows the reasons well. He knows them too well.
The park is simply a magical and tender moment. There were better moments before, without a doubt.
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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The following week passed without any further shock in the office. Aemond had ordered a desk slightly smaller than Alys's to be placed next to hers. They sent you for coffee and water. You had lunch alone and left at your own time, bored all day with tedious little tasks that no one else wanted to do, like crossing the street to buy the newspaper. Although Elia was happier than ever now that she didn't have to. At best, Aemond ignored you, when you didn't get the temperature of the coffee wrong. On one more occasion, Cregan invited you to dinner. The next day, a bouquet of roses was brought to your office and you smiled when you read the card. You didn't see it, but Aemond's face had darkened as he watched you pick those flowers. He intended to destroy Cregan. You were only his.
"Alys, before you go" Aemond spoke to her without looking at her, after he had been ordering an endless list of tasks. He saw him turn to look out the huge picture window of her office. Alys knew him better than anyone. She knew he was screwed that Cregan had dared to send flowers to the office right under his nose. “I want you to take out various forms, whatever they are, and give them to (Y/N). Tell her I want them on my desk tomorrow” he ordered authoritatively.
"Aemond, (Y/N) would need to have a degree to know how to fill in any of the forms we have..." She try to explain, as if she knew what all that order to send you things you didn't know how to do was about.
"Better then" he said without looking at her again, with his only eye closed, while he basked in the sun coming through the window, who had believed that stupid northerner? He continued to ruminate silently when Alys spoke again…
"Know? She's cute when she's jealous, but you… you're an asshole” Alys told him ready to leave and then Aemond turned to look at her again. His eye looked like it was going to pop out of his socket, like he didn't believe what Alys just called him.
"What are you implying?" he said, leaning back in his chair, inviting her to speak, but this time, his secretary didn't keep quiet.
"You know very well what I'm hinting at, and what's happening to you" Alys replied in a cold and distant tone. She had already lived a story in a similar way. She had suffered it in a much more painful way. "You try to distance yourself, but when you see her receive a bouquet of flowers from another guy, you get like that... Aemond, you just want to fuck her because it could be someone else's and not yours... you're jealous..." She explained as if that wasn't with her, because it really didn't go with her, but it made her shudder and worry. She saw Aemond's face darken further and saw him frown, not daring to look at her. "You only love her because she can't be yours, because now she belongs to someone else"
“You take out the 505 form and give it to them. Tomorrow I want it on my desk” he repeated again. He didn't want to argue with Alys. She was his confidant, not his enemy, but he…he couldn't stand it when she told the truth to his face. And Alys was only correct in her assumptions. He hated himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't let you go so easily with a man who wasn't him.
"Where do you think you are going?" Aemond asked as he watched you pick up your bag and get up from the small table that had been set for you next to Alys's. He was with his business briefcase. He was also willing to leave for the day. You looked at him confused.
“To dinner with Cregan. My day is over" you told him sincerely, but he only approached with determination and a frown. Alys looked at the two of you in confusion, as if she had never seen Aemond so angry over one of your replies this week before.
"No, definitely not" he hissed between his teeth, ending up by pursing his lips and looming like a threatening shadow over you. “You have work to do. I want those reports tomorrow Saturday on my desk. That is what I want and what I have commanded you” he spoke with authority.
"I don't know how to do them" you blurted out quite angrily, crossing your arms and daring him to continue talking, but he spoke. Your uncle was not going to remain silent.
"You have all night to do them, to learn" he ordered you without any love, without any affection... he wasn't going to let Cregan touch you that night. He wasn't even going to see you. He was the boss and you had to obey. Alys froze as she watched the scene. That domain… That power… That obsession... it reminded her of Daemon with Rhaenyra... she saw how Aemond left through the door victorious and you sat down to finish the reports or at least to try. That made her alarm bells go off. It was one thing to pretend that she knew what was between you two. Another was to let Aemond go mad as his uncle had done almost twenty years before. She had to defend Aemond. If he went down, she and her privileges would go down with him. She didn't see you as a rival. She had never done it, but she had to take you out of the competition. Aemond was such an achiever, because she was the one who had created him.
She came up to you and spoke to you with sincerity and concern, once she left Aemond there. He couldn't know. He couldn't know what she was about to do: “I'll help you. I know how those reports are filled out perfectly” she told you as she sat down next to you. You looked at her strangely and she kept talking: “I too have been young. You can't miss a Friday night because of work,” she lied. All she wanted was to protect Aemond from what he just beheld. Aemond was becoming a Daemon, and that could only lead to trouble.
Twenty minutes later you were walking out the front door, laughing with Alys. She was finally not a woman as terrible as you had imagined. She was pretty cute when she wanted to. Even though you knew she was like this because she needed something. At that time, you preferred not to think about it. The truth is that in that week that you had been working there, she had been the friendliest of all your colleagues. "Where is he going to take you to dinner?" she asked you, prolonging your conversation a little more. You smiled kindly, thanks to her you were going to be able to get out of it at a decent hour from there.
"I don't know" you answered shrugging your shoulders, and she laughed amused and looked at you complicitly.
"If... he doesn't spend more than 300 dragons on dinner, believe me, you don't deserve to sleep with him today" she laughed at her occurrence and you laughed, with a slight blush on your cheeks. You could feel them burning and she just winked at you. "You won't be worth it if he doesn't." She took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips.
“Well, he sent me flowers today…” you said sheepishly, as if that suggestion had knocked you out, and Alys laughed heartily.
"And a girl as young and pretty as you is going to sell herself just for some flowers?" she answered herself in a suggestive way. You realized that Alys liked you, in the sense that she saw you more as someone to mentor rather than destroy. She was not a bad woman, she only had the man you wanted. She protected Aemond, but because she did so she also protected herself. "Show him who's boss"
Just as you were about to respond, you saw Cregan get out of his car and you quickly said goodbye to Alys only to reach Cregan's arms. He took you with a smile and... he kissed you on the lips... it was a brief contact that made you smile in bewilderment. You blushed again and he caressed your chin...
"Perhaps... have I overdone it?" he asked you charming and you laughed without knowing very well what to say. “Did you like the flowers?”
"A lot" you whispered. His fingers entwined with yours and you felt slightly uncomfortable, as if Cregan felt that giving you that bouquet of flowers had allowed him to move to another state in your relationship. Maybe what he was doing was normal. It was just…you wished Aemond was the one to do those things…
Cregan drove cool, made you laugh, and then took you to a rather expensive restaurant. You saw the count: 350 dragons… and you remembered Alys's words, but the problem was that Cregan wasn't Aemond…
"I've had a great time" Cregan broke the silence that had existed until then in the car. He had finally stopped in front of the Targaryen mansion in King's Landing itself. One of his hands grabbed the steering wheel and looked at you, waiting for you to also answer that you had a good time, that the plan that he had been thinking for you for a couple of days had finally resulted in a pleasant moment for both of you. You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head. Your stomach ached and tears were poised right in your eyes. Why couldn't Aemond be like this with you? However, you answered him, swallowing the true feelings that then surfaced on your skin.
"Me too" you replied. You really had a good time, even though you hadn't felt for Cregan anything that you felt for Aemond. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a good time, but… Cregan wasn't the person you wanted to have a good time with. “Well…” you started saying and Cregan quickly cut you off with a nervous smile and those alert brown eyes and always sincere and pleasant.
"I was thinking that maybe... tonight you want to... sleep with me at the hotel..." he confessed visibly nervous and happy as he told you. And your whole stomach ached at that nervous and happy confession from the northerner. Your entire stomach dropped to the floor as you looked away from him and locked on your heels. Sure, he…he saw you as aspiring for more than just a friend to invite to dinner. You started to feel bad. Why didn't He do the same thing? Why? “It's not like the room someone in your family could afford, but… it would give us privacy. And… I know that the age difference could throw you back, but… I like you, just like I haven't liked anyone for a long time” he confessed smiling and nervous. He knew he was making a fool of himself in front of you, but he didn't care. He just wanted to establish how he felt about you. Putting the cards on the table. Explaining to you that he was seeing you, that he wanted to bet on you... and you couldn't feel more pangs in your stomach. It looked like the pit of your stomach was bleeding. You didn't want him to tell you how much he liked you, you just wanted…you didn't know what you wanted. "I feel like a kid confessing himself in front of the girl he likes" he said, looking at his hands and you couldn't take it anymore. You opened the car door and quickly left towards the gate of the family mansion. Why was this happening to you? Another jab in the pit of the stomach. You felt tears well up in your eyes and Cregan shot out of the car. He couldn't let you go like that, had he done something wrong? "(Y / N), wait" he told you desperately and grabbed one of your arms. You turned to see him. Why couldn't he be Aemond? "Forgive me. I have exceeded. I just like you and…” you interrupted him by kissing him. You didn't kiss him because you loved him. It was just a whim. It was just a way to show you that you could do whatever you wanted with men. Cregan was proof of that. Bryden too…you were powerful. You were a dragon who took what you wanted, except what you really wanted. It was a way to get back at Aemond.
Aemond had been waiting for you. He was concerned that he had sent you reports that were too complicated for your knowledge. He had waited for you all night. He had wanted you to walk through the door near tears, unable to do what he told you to do. And he would help you, of course. That had kept you from going on that date with Cregan and ending up spending the night with him. However, it had not been so. You hadn't shown up, and it was late. How were you going to get home? He looked at the clock in the living room. It was almost one in the morning. No one else missed you there, but he did. He finished the whiskey he had poured himself while he waited for you in one gulp and put on his coat. He had to go find you. That was what he had to do. He took the car keys and opened the door of the house. At that very moment, his heart froze. His gaze detected you right at the entrance gate. Your arms encircled Cregan's neck as he gripped your hips with his mangy northern hands. Your lips joined his in a passionate kiss... your lips were painted with his lipstick... the same one he had given you... the same one he had imagined spoiling... his soul sank. His heart seemed to scream at how stupid he had been. He had been a fucking asshole. Now that northerner who didn't deserve you was enjoying you as if you were his. And the worst thing was that you returned the kiss with the same intensity. Alys's words echoed in his mind: ‘You only love her because she can't be yours, because she now belongs to someone else.’ Maybe she was right, but he wasn't going to let Cregan touch what was his. You were the property of Aemond Targaryen. He had decided it when he saw how you were making out with another man. He was going to stop being an asshole. He was going to give you what you wanted. He was going to bow down to you. He didn't care. He didn't care at all. He just wanted to be the recipient of those kisses. He approached you two and cleared his throat, opening the main gate that gave access to the house.
You gave a start, but you didn't blush. You were only surprised to see him there, standing in front of you, undone like a betrayed lover, like a beaten puppy... the night wind slightly rocked his hair. The shadows of the night made him look harder than he already had. “You had me worried…” Aemond spoke it in a whisper, and you just looked at Cregan with a smile. The old wolf tried to smile at you in the same way, although he seemed annoyed by that intrusion.
"Now we talk, okay?" you said with a smile and Cregan just nodded with a sincere smile. You said goodbye with another kiss on his lips and entered the gates of the family home. You didn't spare Aemond a glance. Nothing. Not even good night. You just lifted your chin and walked in full of pride. You were showing him what he was missing.
However, Aemond was not looking at you now. You were back in his comfort zone. He just looked at Cregan. The only violet eye of his gave her a warning: 'Don't touch my things'. They both stared at each other for a few simple moments, as if their gazes could solve something of the dispute they were having over you. Aemond was challenging a candidate to win you over. Cregan, sorely mistaken, he was believed to be challenging your protector. He couldn't suspect the slightest thing that Aemond wanted you. He got into his car and drove off. Aemond thought that he would never do business with that wolf again. His things were not touching and Cregan had dared to kiss you.
You came out of the shower wrapped in that soft towel. Your lips still burned from the very pleasure that Cregan kissed you had produced. They tingled and made you feel special, much more special than any kiss with Aemond had ever made you feel. The answer to why was clear: Cregan was controlled by you, Aemond not. It was simple. The northerner made you remember what you were, a woman for whom men would bow down. Aemond made you feel helpless, little... in need of his protection. In that kiss with Cregan you were the one who had marked the time, the one who was needed and revered was you, Cregan looked at you as everything he could not achieve and praised you as a goddess because you offered him an opportunity. Aemond looked at you exactly the same, like what he couldn't get, but he made you feel bad with each of his actions... the answer of who you should stay with was obvious, and yet your heart kept screaming that it was what you wanted At that moment, you looked up from the ground and found that Aemond was standing in the bathroom doorway, leaning and admiring your wet body. You didn't even look at it. You weren't the least bit interested in what he had to tell you, but he was still at the door, in complete silence.
Just at that moment, he walked up to you and grabbed your arm in a gentle but commanding manner. All his skin stood on end and the towel fell to the floor due to his grip. He wrapped you in a slow spin in his arms and then he kissed you. It was a slow kiss, but eager. Nothing like Cregan's full of sincerity. No. This kiss hid much more, it hid everything that you could become, everything what he coveted you, what he desired you... His lips continued without separating from yours while at that moment, his tongue caressed your palate, sending a pleasant sensation that ran through your entire spine. Did you enjoy the kiss? Of course, but at that moment, when Aemond's hands were now running up and down your back, grasping the flesh of your buttocks and kneading it, you realized how small you were every time he kissed you, and you didn't want that. You couldn't want it. You were destined to be powerful, not a little girl in the arms of a master, but someone who was an equal in that relationship... but, still you followed the kiss... that Aemond Targaryen taught you how he liked to be kissed. You would learn and you would kiss him the same, but in that eternal moment. Aemond pulled back with a smirk on his lips.
"I'm sure you haven't felt the same way with that asshole" he said arrogantly, drawing you into his body, and you just blinked at him with feigned innocence.
"No, of course not... He invited me to his hotel room, you know?" You said trying to make him jealous and Aemond just swallowed and ended up outlining a superior smile.
"I can afford a better room" he whispered between his teeth as he kneaded the meat of your buttocks hard. He rested his forehead on yours and closed his one eye. You thought you could die of happiness and he kissed you again, although this time it was much faster. "Kneel down..." He whispered. You felt how his left hand was lost in your hair and his right hand managed to unbuckle his belt. You felt your heart beating fast, running wild like a racehorse. He looked at you with superiority and you felt ready to give up... "I'm going to teach you how that asshole couldn't do it" he said giving you a tug of hair, leaving your neck exposed to him. He kept smiling powerfully over you... And you, at that moment, understood that Aemond was suffering a jealous attack caused by not being able to have you. He didn't love you because he had realized that he loved you, but rather that he needed you because someone else seemed to be going to keep the prize. It was a jealous rage. Similar to the one he had had in the bathroom of that nightclub, but much less violent. At that moment you separated from him and his face petrified when he saw your grimace. You wanted Aemond to love you because he really wanted to, not because others were going to take what he considered theirs. You dumped him and walked away, leaving him with just his erection and a terrible frustration all over again. Why the hell were you telling him no now? That was all Aemond couldn't stop thinking. At that moment, he realized that there was no way you could have finished the reports on your own to go to that date with Cregan. Someone had to have helped you. Fruit of the frustration at your refusal, Aemond told himself that the one who had helped you was going to pay the consequences for having done so. Only one person suspected of having helped you came to mind: Alys...
Aemond came through the door of the family home carrying the birthday cake for your party. For that party that they would begin to celebrate in your honor every time you went to visit them in the summer. It had been Aemond's idea. They weren't going to go all the way to Starfall to celebrate with your mother's family, they were going to celebrate something even bigger there. They weren't going to stoop to give your mother that satisfaction. Although if it were up to your father, they would all be dragged there. "Aemond!" you yelled at him as he came through the door and he reached down to grab you. Still with the cake loaded in the other hand. He turned you around as you laughed and removed his eyepatch. He could only smile at your audacity and he kissed you several times while you laughed and laughed. At that moment, Alicent appeared with a fake smile up to you. You were only five years old then. This was going to be your first summer surrounded by dragons.
"Mother, keep the cake" he said to his mother as he gave it to her and she took it in her hands. He would have preferred to buy you a dragon cake, but your mother had insisted that you liked unicorns, so that was what he had bought. He hoped you'd like it when you served it after dinner that night. “Did you draw a lot today?” he asked you happily while he lifted you up exhilarated and you smiled at him with that broken smile in which the tusks were missing.
"Yes, a lot" you smiled at him, but at that moment when you smiled and laughed, Alicent whispered to her son.
“Have you seen the news? Those photos… are front pages in the national press…” she told him in a somber whisper. Aemond scolded her with a look.
"Not now. It's (Y/N)'s birthday and I've been hearing about the damn photos all day.” Aemond spoke with a cold tone and turned his attention back to you. “How about we go find Vhagar?”
"Yeah!!!" you exclaimed happily and he gladly took you to the living room, where the old cat he put on your lap was dozing. Daeron was watching TV as was Helaena, neither of them could take their eyes off what they were watching, almost horrified that they were Targaryens. “Can we see the cartoons?” you asked Aemond and he just picked up the remote and changed it, much to Daeron's annoyance. He gave you some Cartoons that he didn't know if they were for your age, but they seemed to entertain you.
"Fuck, Aemond, I was watching," Daeron told him, and Helaena smacked him.
“Moderate your language, which is here (Y/N). Aemond those cartoons are not for her age” Helaena replied as Aemond sat next to you to watch the drawings with you.
"Little Dragon, do you like these cartoons?" Aemond asked pointing to the TV and you smiled again.
"A lot, but mom won't let me watch them" you laughed complicitly with your uncle, who smiled back at you.
“See, Aemond? They are not for her” Helaena said, ready to take the controller from her, but then Aemond took it from her hand again.
“If the Dornishwoman doesn't like them, all the more reason for us to watch them,” he said, turning up the volume, and Daeron looked at Helaena. They both went to watch TV in the basement and Aemond stayed watching the cartoons with you, never once looking at his phone. The world around him was falling apart, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be with you. He had done all of that to give you a better life, to give himself the place he deserved within the company.
Then you all had dinner together. Everyone except Aegon. Your father hadn't shown any signs of life since you'd almost arrived. He was not capable of looking at you without remembering your mother and that only reminded him of his failure. Aemond had narrowed his eye in annoyance at your father's ineptitude. But, it didn't matter. He was there to take care of you. You had dinner with your grandmother, with your uncles Daeron and Helaena and with Aemond, even at the end of dinner, Cole also ate cake with you. They gave you several gifts, but the one you liked the most was a huge stuffed unicorn that Aemond had bought for you. He neighed and had shiny hair. It was the best mount in the world, after the back of a dragon of course. You put it in your room next to Mr. Wings, the old dragon that Aemond had also given you on your first birthday, before your parents' divorce. They were the two best mounts in the world for your five year old self. Later, almost at dawn, Aemond had let you stay without him watching TV, and at that moment when you closed your eyes from pure sleep, your uncle changed the channel.
'I'm just saying it's repulsive' said one of the commentators on that midnight show.
'He's fucking his niece, but since when? Because perhaps this is even murkier than we think,' another of them commented.
Aemond continued to watch that show while you fell asleep on his lap. He kissed your hair while you slept, never taking his eyes off the screen. That same morning some compromising photos of Daemon and Rhaenyra had come to light, fucking in a pool of a hotel in the summer islands. Everyone thought that what happened there stayed there, but that was not the case. The scandal had jumped. All the media were involved in that informative maelstrom, more morbid than true. Only illuminated by the light of the television, Aemond continued watching the program. His entire family was shaken by what had happened. Everyone at the company had talked about it all day…his mom was shocked, his brothers disgusted, Cole was thankful that their dad had died before he saw that…everyone was upset except Aemond. He had only been interested in celebrating your birthday and giving you the best possible day. And he had not been surprised, because Aemond Targaryen was the one who had been in charge of hiring that photographer who took those photos and ordering Alys to send them to the main newspapers with a national circulation. Aemond had been the one who had ratted out his uncle, CEO of Targaryen Inc, and no one else knew it, only Alys, who had tipped him off about what was happening between his uncle and his sister... now he would be the one who would occupy the throne that always had searched. He was businesslike, serious, determined… all those things the investors had told him at that emergency meeting. He had taught that part of the family, that he had protected the one who had gouged out his eye, who was on charge. All who had rejected him would now fall at his feet. The battered boy was now a winner. It wasn't just that throne, it was so much more… Aemond was now the new master of King's Landing. And he couldn't be happier about it.
Aemond threw Daemon and Rhaenyra under the bus so he could climb the cooperate ladder 👀
Aemond's plan of keeping her from her date with Cregan really backfired on him.
I'm glad Alys helped the reader, even if it was for selfish reasons. She's trying to keep her world together but doesn't blame the reader for her part in it.
Cregan's so sweet. I feel bad for both him and the reader because she appreciates and likes everything he's doing but her heart is with someone else.
The reader definitely deserves more than Aemond's possessive jealousy and I'm glad she realized what was going on with him and walked away. I hope someday he can love her as an equal but he's got a long way to go.
I love the flashbacks that show Aemond's care and attentiveness towards her. He had a genuine familial love for her and it must have hit him like a freight train when that love morphed into something else.
Thank u as always for being so kind with me and this story :D And sorry for the delay, these weeks are truly nigthmares at the job, so sorry again.
Aemond was truly ambitious and only wanted to rise, the problem is that now history repeats itself and he is only going to be a victim of his own Karma or not… And yes, he did not think through his plan to avoid that date ;P
Alys, I think he is a good example of Sorority in this story. I love how it is described here. I think he is one of the best characters in history.
Cregan was the right choice, but the right choices are not what the heart wants on many occasions.
One of Aemond's many problems here is that he cannot love without having possession over things and the fact that they are equal is one of the continuations of the story.
Finally, that final flashback is proof of what everything was like before something like this exploded. It must have been very hard, certainly.
Picrew chain 🤭 Don‘t know if this has been done already, but it‘s cute! Here‘s me with Aemond and Daddy Daemon lmao
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Me with Aemond and Aegon 😳😳🤭🤭, the 2 brothers fr!!! (Idk if this meant oc or just me but i just went with the me option AHSHAHS)
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Family Sins - Part 3 || Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Gif de merlinaddams
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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.
Summary: Every Thursday afternoon you and Aemond meet, even if you have to pay for his family's sins.
Tags: Alternate Universe/ Emotional Hurt/Angst/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.
Warnings: As I promised, I turn this into a series. Hope you like it!
This chapter is a huge flashback! So... yeah, we have to wait to read what happens with Gregory, but I will update as soons as possible.
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4 years before…
“You don't go to the movies around here,” you pointed out to your siblings. Gregory was driving his truck while Bella applied mascara, looking at herself in the passenger mirror with great skill. You were sitting between the two. Your older sibilings had told your parents that the three of you were going to the movies together to see the latest Zombies movie that had been released that summer. It was a huge success and you couldn't be more than happy to go with your two older sibilings to see it. You knew that there was no one more popular in town than them, apart from the Targaryen sibilings of course. At that age, you didn't think there was a better prospect than going to the movies with the people you loved most. They were… the best…
“Asshole,” your older sister growled at Gregory as he took an exit off the highway that you didn't know where it led, but it wasn't to the movies. “Couldn't you take the exit in a smoother way?” At least, that liquid lipstick had not yet touched her lips. They were safe from being ruined by the sudden move your brother had just made.
"What difference does it make?" Gregory shrugged. “You're going to ruin it as soon as you give a blowjob to the first boy who walks in front of you,” your brother answered that to your sister and you remained cold, perplexed by what he had just said to Bella without any consideration. And from that amazement you went to shame. Your cheeks blushed. Bella was 19 at the time and Gregory was 22. They were a little older than you, but at that moment you felt like a little girl.
“Guys, we made the wrong exit,” you emphasized again and Gregory laughed while Bella narrowed her eyes tired of your obvious instructions. Your brother winked at you while Bella finished putting on her lipstick.
“We're not going to the movies, (Y/N),” your sister snorted at you as she searched for something in her bag and you looked at your brother for some sympathy. “I'm not crazy about going to watch that zombie shit you wanted to see.”
“If you want, we can go another day, you and I, (Y/N),” Gregory suggested to you as he continued driving, taking a curve again that made your sister click her tongue. “I really want to see Cannibals,” your brother added, but it was too late. You couldn't be more confused.
You didn't dare look at either of them because you basically didn't know what to think of them. "So where are we going?" you asked timidly. Your sister left you one of the many lipsticks she had in her purse. You had never worn lipstick before and you just looked at her in confusion as she let her hair down and tried to style it in a much wilder way than you normally would wear it.
“To the party that the Targaryens organize on the beach of King's Landing,” your brother informed you, while driving happily.
“But, mom and dad told you that you couldn't go,” you moaned, scared, if your parents found out…
“I'm sure Aegon will be there,” your sister squealed excitedly, ignoring you. And you couldn't look at her more bewildered. Sometimes you couldn't understand Bella. What was cool about something like that? Disobeying your parents was not right. You didn't even want to think about the punishment your mother would surely give you if she found out.
“That's where you come into the plan,” Gregory smiled at you as you arrived at the King's Landing beach parking lot. You had only been there a couple of occasional times. Almost all on excursions with the school. Your father didn't have time to even rest for a single day “You're going to cover us, (Y/N). Tonight, when mom and dad ask you how you are, you're going to tell them that the movie was great and that we also took you to dinner later, that you had a great time..." your brother began explaining to you and you looked at him with a look of confusion on your face. Suffering. You hated lying. You always had.
“Please, (Y/N). Don't be a kid. You're going to have a good time at this party,” your sister explained as she grabbed your face and opened the lipstick she had given you earlier.
"What are you going to do?" You screamed at her while the lipstick touched your lips and you turned your face away in a bad way. She laughed, narrowing her eyes. Your sister was one of the most beautiful girls in town. She was cute and attractive... but, you weren't like her. In those days you didn't wear makeup or waste time going to parties. You weren't like her. You had never envied her, but a small part of you wished you were as extremely popular among the male gender as Bella was.
“Come on, (Y/N). You can't attend a party like this looking like this” she laughed and you blushed. What was wrong with that black Watchmen sweatshirt? If it was comfortable and warm to combat the night cold... But, you still let her paint your lips and draw your eye line. That would be the first big party you would attend and you would trust her. Bella seemed superficial, but you knew it was her way of expressing her affection for you. One of many subtle ways to do it.
Silently and with a mischievous smile, she painted the line under your eye and put mascara on your eyelashes. “It's not my style, but it's yours,” she laughed with amusement while Gregory smiled. You looked in the mirror and it didn't look like you. Those feline eyes and those seductive lips... you didn't know where they had come from, but they were yours.
“My little sister is so pretty,” Gregory laughed as he got out of the car just like Bella. You stared into those eyes for a long moment and Gregory knocked on the glass of the pilot's seat to bring you back to reality. You jumped a little scared and got out of the car.
The parking lot was already full of people like you who were going to the same party. You looked for Bella, but she was gone and you sighed. “Bella always does this. Don't worry. She’ll be fine and she’ll have an even better time,” he said, approaching the back of his truck, and you followed him. “You stay with me. Plus, I'm sure you'll find a friend from high school and you'll end up having a good time." You didn't know how to tell him that it was full of people and that most of them were as old as him and Bella, but something inside you told you that Your siblings were expecting different behavior from your usual behavior. You knew that they would have loved to have gone to a party like that at your age. “Come help me with this,” he told you with force and you saw a keg of beer loaded into the truck. How had that gotten there?
"Where did you get it?" You moaned almost in distress. You saw the beer brand. You knew where it was coming from and you couldn't stop thinking about all the consequences in a single instant.
“Oh, please, dad has a bar,” Gregory responded angrily as he tried to carry that keg of beer alone. “Fuck, (Y/N)…” he whispered under his breath as he continued trying to lift the barrel by himself.
“Don't tell me you're trying to get your little sister to help you with that?” Behind you, you finally heard a familiar voice. You turned around and your eyes brightened when you saw a familiar face. Cregan Stark had just appeared in the crowd. He was one of your brother's best friends and he approached him without hesitation to help him. “How pretty, (Y/N),” he smiled as he exerted strength to lift that barrel between the two of them, and you felt your cheeks blush. You never thought before that a guy like Cregan could say something like that to you. He was one of the most attractive men you knew. With that smile and those blue eyes... between them they carried the barrel while you followed them. The compliment that Cregan had just given you had almost left you bewildered... it was almost as if you were starting to play in another league, very different from the one you were used to...
“I thought the Targaryens made the drinking stuff, that's what their party is for.” Cregan smiled as he made an effort just like your brother. They both continued talking about that night that promised to be very different from any other.
That place was packed with people coming and going in the direction of their cars and the beach. It was so different from the parties you were used to that everything caught your attention... but then, as you followed your brother and Cregan, one conversation caught your attention above the others in that parking lot.
“We could have gone to see Cannibals before coming” there you heard for the first time that voice that would drive you crazy for the rest of your life. A boy much taller than you opened the passenger seat for a stunning woman, even older than him. But, you couldn't help but notice the beauty of both of them. They were a handsome couple. He was tall and thin, but you could tell he had a built body under that sweater. He had violet eyes and long hair, a sharp jaw... Valyrian features, features that are very difficult to find in the modern world... that woman who got out of the car did not leave him behind. Attractive and wild, long and abundant hair, full red lips... you could understand what a boy as attractive as him was doing with a woman like her... well, your jealousy was assuming that they were together. Because a small jealous pang appeared in your heart. You could never aspire to a boy like that, right? “Apparently you can find an allegory to Kafka's Metamorphosis in Cannibals, it is very subtle but the expert eye can locate it…” that boy continued commenting while the stunning woman devoured him with her gaze between those two cars. You noticed that that boy was wearing an eyepatch... so he must be Aemond Targaryen. Your brother had belonged to the same group of friends for many years. You had never met him in person, but Gregory had told you that he was an asshole. The only asshole of the Targaryen brothers at the time for your older brother. He was a handsome asshole, though. Very attractive. You felt an indescribable warmth as you looked at him, you had never felt like this before.
“Oh, I can show you something more entertaining,” that woman purred and they both leaned on the car that was parked right next to the one they had gotten out of. They started kissing and laughing and you couldn't feel more jealous and excited in your entire life. You watched as her arms wrapped around Aemond's body as he held her tightly, coveting her hips... you bit your lower lip, still standing there like a statue.
That perfect boy, who knew how to see the very message behind Canibals, was kissing a girl who was far from being like you. You saw how her red lips sucked on his lower lip and he closed his only eye while he grunted... one of her hands entered his pants and Aemond opened his mouth in a lewd moan while she knew well where to touch. She wasn't like you, that girl wasn't like you and that's why you could never aspire to a boy like that... it was the law of life and you hated it. You hated her with all your might. Why not you…?
What happened to you? You had always thought that things like that were none of your business, not boys, not makeup, not parties... not kisses... and yet, here you were jealous of a girl you didn't know because she was kissing a boy next door. Your mind was screaming at you that you couldn't aspire to get that.
You continued there, as if you had never seen anything like it when that woman knelt down. But was she going to…? Oh, really? In that parking lot? Anyone could see them... Aemond's hands caressed her head while his lips stretched into a smile. There it was, the reason why you would never date a guy like that. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy.
“(Y/N), I was looking for you” Cregan appeared there and you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you yourself had been the one who had been caught red-handed with Aemond. You swallowed and Cregan looked straight ahead, as if he hadn't realized what you were looking at. He only looked ahead because you had shown that grimace of disbelief and surprise and he held your hand tightly. Dragging you away from that scene that would now only belong to the two of them... however, in that moment, just before Cregan pulled you with him, Aemond's single eye met yours. With those eyes of that young girl who even wondered why you were looking at him like that, but he felt ashamed. He hadn't expected any spectators at that particular show that Alys had prepared for him and although you couldn't see it, he stopped his girlfriend and simply rebuttoned his pants. He never talked about it to anyone and just seemed grumpy, making Alys angry with him, as if she didn't understand anything. Well, it was good that Alys was angry with him, because he didn't understand what had happened to him either. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Fuck, Fucking Aemond” was all Cregan commented as he dragged you away, your cheeks flushing. You were hot. At that moment, you didn't think that sweatshirt was a good idea. It wasn't at all. “I would like to tell you that it wasn't what it seemed, but… it was…” Cregan tried to smile at you, dying of embarrassment. He thought you were still a kid, but... well, you weren't so much anymore. He had never paid so much attention to the beautiful lips you had and that that lipstick had enhanced, nor to how sensual your eyes could be. He hated himself. You were his best friend's little sister. However, you were starting to be a woman, a pretty girl. He even noticed, for the first time, that your chest had developed quite a bit in the last year... you were going to be as pretty as Bella, although he didn't think you'd know it from the sweatshirt you were wearing that covered that whole outfit... "This... Don't tell your brother anything about what you've seen, because he'll kill Aemond if he finds out what you've seen." Cregan scratched his head nervously, as if trying to get out of his mind what he had just thought about you.
“But, they didn't know I was there…” you told him, your voice nervous. That night was going to end up killing you if everything was like this. “I don't understand…” you shook your head, because you didn't understand anything.
“Your brother simply hates Aemond and will think he did it to provoke him” Cregan gave you the key to just what was happening between your brother and Aemond. It was bullshit, but those two temperamental boys could be a pain if they wanted to. They were too young. “Don't tell him, okay? Not a single word” he made you promise and you offered him your pinkie finger, a sign of Pinkie Promise, an eternal promise, and Cregan took your finger with his, laughing. It was clear that you were still you despite the beautiful eyes that Bella had made up for you. Besides, you didn't want to tell anyone what you had just seen. It was the intimacy of two adults and you wanted to keep Aemond's pleased face in your memory. He was so handsome.
Cregan took your hand and you felt a strange shiver. Your brother's best friend had never taken such liberties with you. What's more, he had always treated you like a child, but in the grip he exerted at that moment while you were walking the beach together there was something different from other times. You were kicking up the sand on the beach with your boots, trying to keep up with Cregan, much taller than you, almost as tall as Aemond. The northerner ended up taking you to an area a little further away from the party where your older brother's best friends were. They attended the party like the others, but as always they had ended up isolated from the rest. Everyone greeted you quite cheerfully and your brother raised an eyebrow questioningly as he saw how Cregan held your hand. He let go when he saw how Gregory was looking at him and went to pour himself a beer from the barrel that your brother had brought. You still hadn't seen Bella and you approached Gregory who kept looking at Cregan as if he didn't know what his best friend was about. Of course he knew it, he knew it better than you, but it seemed amazing to him that Cregan could do that. And much more with you. He was drinking from his glass when you brought him back to reality.
“Where is Bella?” you asked him with the revelry in the background and the roar of the waves. He looked at you and lifted one corner of his lips in an amused grimace.
“Surely with Aegon” he shrugged and you began to look for her all over the beach. It wasn't that you thought your sister couldn't take care of herself. She could, but you had heard enough from Aegon to fear that something bad might happen to her. “(Y/N), it's okay. She knows how to take care of herself” You just thought that of course you knew. The problem was who she was with. You listened to your parents talk. All the Targaryens were not good people, none of them, even Aemond, being so handsome, was…
So handsome? What was happening to you? That feeling was terrible. You have never expressed anything like this. You continued at the party, but you quickly realized that this was not for you, at least not at that moment. The atmosphere was charged with heat. People were starting to get more and more baroque as the night went on and you couldn't feel more out of place. You would have preferred to go see Cannibals. That of course... was not your place...
The worst was when you had to go pee. The line for the public bathrooms on the beach was almost eternal and you waited patiently for it. Completely alone and embraced by yourself. You saw that all the girls there were gorgeous, and you were still hugging that huge sweatshirt... perhaps, if your brothers had warned you, you would have worn something more appropriate for the occasion, but that would have also raised your parents' suspicions, You never abandoned your bun or your gigantic sweatshirt. Finally your turn came, but you lost your desire when you saw how dirty it was and you went out there, mentally telling yourself that you could last until you got home. You returned to your brother's group of friends, but Gregory wasn't there, it almost seemed like he had been swallowed by the earth. You waited for him among his friends only to realize that without him you existed for none of them. You were just Bella and Gregory's little sister and without them present you were nobody.
You looked for him throughout the party, going to each and every one of the small groups that had formed as he spent the night on the sand of the beach. Even at that moment when you had already given up and were going to wait for your siblings sitting next to the truck, you ran into Bella. She was sitting around one of the main bonfires of the party, one of the largest, and next to her was the one you recognized as Aegon Targaryen. You had seen the largest of the green dragons a couple of times around town, riding around on his motorcycle or going to pick up your sister sporadically. You knew it wasn't a relationship your parents approved of. That boy just seemed to be lost in life and the relationship that you knew he half had with your sister didn't help him get the best out of himself either.
Although it was obvious that they were in a very affectionate attitude, you approached them. “Have you seen Gregory?” you asked your sister. She looked at you quite happy and hugged you. It smelled like alcohol. You couldn't identify which one and he just laughed while hugging you. Aegon stood behind her and smiled at you as well.
“Hey, guys, this is my little sister!” Bella introduced you, raising her voice and ignoring your question. Everyone looked at you and you understood that Bella's status in Aegon's group of friends was quite high. You didn't know it, but she was the official girlfriend of the new addition of the dragons. Aegon even walked up to you and gave you two kisses as an introduction. Almost automatically after that gesture on the part of the eldest of the Targaryen brothers, many of that group came forward to introduce themselves. You didn't remember any of the names and almost none of the faces, but you were amazed at the majority of tattoos that were engraved on their skin. They were impressive. It's a shame you didn't know what they meant because otherwise a girl like you would have run out of there, but, on the contrary, you spent the night surrounded by dragons.
They jokingly introduced you to those who told you that they would be your in-laws one day and Aegon narrowed his eyes in amusement and ended up giving Bella a kiss. You met Helaena, who you almost stuck to like glue during those introductions, Daeron, who was only a year older than you and smiled rather pleasantly at you, and Aemond...
“And that asshole arguing with his girlfriend is my dear little brother, Aemond,” Aegon joked, pointing a little further away from the group to Aemond and the one who had already confirmed that she was his girlfriend. They both seemed to be arguing quite heatedly. That pretty girl and the one who seemed most attractive to you of all those present were making a fuss at each other in the middle of that beach. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you knew it wasn't pleasant. Separated from the others, it seemed as if they were blaming each other for everything. “They are always like this. They will end up fucking and it will pass. That's how their relationship works” Aegon explained to you as he returned you to his group of friends, but you kept looking back and Bella knew that something was wrong inside that little head of yours and she could sense what it was about.
In the end, Aemond ended up completely alone, away from everyone and smoking. You couldn't stop looking at him and Bella pushed you towards him. She insisted that you say something, but you could only think that she was crazy. First, you were much younger than him, and second… he was much more attractive than you. However, you did it. After staring at him for much of the night, you just stood frozen staring at him again. He still had his back to you, smoking in silence, sitting on a beach towel while looking at the sea. He had spent the entire night alone there, along with his girlfriend. He had hardly interacted with the others...
“Hello” that was the best thing you had come up with, completely the best. What were you doing? Aemond turned around with a grim expression, however, his face softened when he saw you. He didn't seem to show any emotion and he just looked ahead at the beach and you wanted to die. You simply turned around to run out of there. You would never listen to your sister again because you were only embarrassing yourself.
“I like your sweatshirt” Aemond responded, without looking at you and you froze, straightening your Watchmen sweatshirt before turning around again and getting a little closer to him. You watched him take a drag and blow out the smoke in silence. “I'm Aemond” he looked at you out of the corner of his eye with his good eye and you felt like your heart was going a thousand miles per hour. You didn't see him, but he smiled superiorly as he looked back ahead. He knew the effect it had on girls like you.
“I am… (Y/N)” You almost got nervous while you sat next to him on that beach towel. And he liked your boldness. You had sat down even though he hadn't invited you. At that moment, he realized how young you were... so the shag he had thought about giving you to make Alys jealous disappeared from his mind. You were a very pretty girl, but a high school kid at the end of the day. He took another drag on his cigarette. He had suddenly lost interest in you. You had seemed a little older to him before... "I'm... I'm sorry you argued with your girlfriend..." you whispered to him and that made Aemond realize your innocence. You were definitely in very different leagues and times.
“Well, I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't argued with her…” he replied, releasing the smoke from his last puff and there was the reaction he knew would happen: your eyes had lit up. It was a subtle glow, but it was there. All girls like you had the same weakness for boys like him: tall, mysterious and dark. He knew well how to maintain that presence. He saw you pursing your lips, suppressing a silly smile. He saw the resemblance you had to Bella and assumed that you were his little sister, after all he had seen out of the corner of his eye how she was the one who had pushed you to talk to him.
“If it's any consolation, I'd rather be watching Cannibals than be here,” you smiled shyly at him, actually with the best and prettiest smile you had as you looked straight ahead, with those feline eyes, and he only opened his lips as he greeted you. He watched in silence, amused by your reaction and your phrases. You were going to be a pretty interesting girl when you grew up. “And yes, I also believe that the director of the movie used Kafka's metamorphosis to transform the main character into a Zombie” you looked at him out of the corner of your eye and he just laughed. A subtle laugh, as he looked back ahead. “What are you laughing at?”
“For a high school girl to tell me that she has read Kafka's Metamorphosis, or that at least understands it” he took another drag and blew out the smoke in silence while he knew that your eyes did not lose sight of him. “You're an interesting girl, (Y/N),” he smiled at you. He smiled at you and you broke down, and the worst thing is that with that cocky smile he showed that he knew how you felt when he looked at you.
You spent the rest of the night talking to him. He told you that he loved flying in his small plane and that he studied philosophy, history and law at the university... you told him about the daily life of the High School, that you liked to read and that you wanted to be a teacher... And Aemond smiled. You were a very cute kid, but he really thought you were too young for him, and yet he spent the whole night with you...
Alys left because she argued with Aemond. From now on the story will have two timelines: the present one (How their relationship develops today) and the past one (Why they meet at the current time and how it affected or not the relationships that existed at that moment for that the story now develops in such a way, in which I briefly include Alys).
Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.
Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D
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"How beautiful you are so arranged, (Y/N)!" your grandmother exclaimed when she saw you coming down the stairs that Monday morning. You knew little about offices. You didn't know anything. You didn't care about this job, but you knew that shorts and tight tops weren't allowed there. A pity. You were sure that Aemond would have liked to see you like that more than dressed for the office, with that short skirt and the matching jacket. You had meant to ignore it. If you could make him jealous in the process, all the better. But, you no longer had hopes. You were never going to have it the way you wanted it. So going back whatever your father thought was naïve or pretty in your relationship was off the table.
Aemond appeared at that moment, pulling on his long black pea coat. He stood in front of the dressing room mirror, admiring himself. You couldn't help but think he was pompous, but…he was the kind of pompous you liked. He was irresistible dressed in a suit, in that long black jacket, with his always perfect tie. He had a meeting that morning, or was what he had told you in a grunt while you were having breakfast. Your mission that day was to attend the meeting, standing behind him, who would be sitting at the head of the table. You would serve him water or coffee if he asked you to. End of mission. You couldn't think of anything you wanted less, but… at that moment you could see how Aemond looked at you out of the corner of his eye to quickly turn his face away from him. His smirk had failed seeing you dressed up. Had he liked what he had seen? Definitely yes. But, you also knew that nothing was possible between you anymore, right? What had happened in the bathroom was proof of that... but that didn't stop you from liking him, or that... you were still in love with him... you saw him put on his tie and you got rid. His hands were perfect. Everything about Aemond Targaryen was perfect.
"We're late" he pronounced it without daring to look at you, still primping himself like a gallant peacock. That day was the meeting with people who had a lot of money and who could make him earn a lot of money. And Aemond already had a lot of money; these kinds of meetings were just about pride. You finished going downstairs and Alicent fixed your skirt, as if she didn't know how you managed to put that office skirt shorter than it already was for her taste.
"Don't be too hard on her. It’s her first day" Alicent scolded him and you continued in silence. You searched for your father with your eyes, expecting him to come down the stairs at any moment. Aemond almost seemed to notice and he spoke to you with the same tone of voice that he had always used with you, before realizing that it was what was happening between the two of them, two summers ago, when he felt some kind of compassion towards you...
"He's not coming. Yesterday he was partying with those of us who have the meeting today” he told you, taking his briefcase and the car keys “Let's go, you and me alone” And you sigh at the idea of being alone you two again after Friday night. Alicent said goodbye to you and you saw how Aemond looked up at the sky when he heard from his mother that she would pray that everything goes well in the meeting with the investors. As if he really needed it? You smiled complicity when you saw him like that, and for the first time since you arrived, he also smiled back at you. And your heart pounded, as if what Aegon had done was really going to make a difference. Aemond led you to the car parked outside and opened the door for you. You walked in with your eyes fixed on him and he quickly climbed into the car seat, but at that moment he reminded himself that you were not just any girl. You were his niece, his niece. He chastised himself for being so chivalrous and climbed into the driver's seat rudely. He started the engine and at that moment he stepped on the accelerator. He was running late and he couldn't afford to spend too much time alone with you.
"Tomorrow it would be advisable that you take the subway to get to work" he told you focused while he was driving, and you looked at him confused. He had he dared to speak to you after all that had happened? He kept looking at the road, never losing sight of it. It wasn't going to be a very long road, but it was taking forever for both of you. “I don't want anyone to think that I've pulled strings for you to get this job this summer,” he commented without losing concentration. He had never put up with nepotism, but he had not gotten his position in the company on his own merits either.
"No, it´s clear. I have obtained this position for my great merits to serve water” you answered him ironically, and you saw him laugh. He was laughing just like before. You were still sending messages to your friends from Starfall, but you saw how Aemond looked at you for a moment with a wide and sincere smile. You got a message from Cregan. He reminded you that you had a date for lunch that same day and you simply answered him with a kiss emoticon.
"Great merits for serving water and... coffee," Aemond added, looking at you again like a lovesick fool. He had realized that he was in love with you. Even though he couldn't have you, he was. He wanted to be together, he wanted to control you, he wanted… his caught-over-you asshole look disappeared when he saw you were talking to Cregan, and you didn't even see it. He just looked ahead. Serious again. You laughed at his words and looked up from the phone. You only saw him with that frown again. His mind told him that this was not going to work, that you, like your mother, were uncontrollable, just like Alys... but that made him want more... you looked ahead with a mischievous smile and unbuttoned part of the neckline of your blouse you were wearing He saw you take a selfie sticking out your tongue. He noticed that your lips were painted that red that he had given you last summer. He saw you send the photo to Bryen… he wanted to be the recipient of that photo… “Showing your favorite bastard what he's missing?” he muttered, trying to sound powerful over you, to control you, dominate you... that was what he aspired to, to have you all to himself... how he had had you in the bathroom... and there came the remorse again...
"Are you jealous, Uncle Aemond?" You told him sensually, as if nothing had happened between you, as if he hadn't rejected you in that painful way that night. What was the problem he had?
"Perhaps" he answered trying to sound cold and distant, and you... you thought you would die before that confession. He could have it if he wanted it, he could have everything, absolutely everything. However, at that moment he broke your bubble of happiness again. "Pick up my phone and call Alys, tell her there's traffic and we're going to be late" he ordered as your first task as his assistant and you obeyed. You opened the phone without a problem, as if you didn't know that the pin on the device was the year the Dragons of Landing had beaten the Wargs of the North in the soccer final. Aemond had no secrets from you, nor you from him. But, at that moment, your smile disappeared. It had opened up about the last conversation he and Alys had had, you saw a picture of Alys you didn't want to see and you put the phone down. Always her. There would always be her. Aemond seemed to see it and arrogantly picked up the phone. At that moment, he was the one who opened the phone and realized that it was what you had seen. He didn't speak and neither did you. He was nobody to tell you things about the photos you received. He saw your cold gaze now and he spoke with a serious voice. “I told you that the best thing was for us to ignore each other, that we knew what was happening to us…”
"Here the only one who doesn't know what he wants is you" you blurted out without any affection. You were going to argue again. What was wrong with you two? Why couldn't I be the same with you again? Why couldn't he love you?
“I know what I want, it's just that I can't have it. It's what you don't seem to understand” he released angrily.
"Because?" you asked him, putting everything else aside, wanting to understand why he couldn't have you. It was clear that he wanted you, you could keep it a secret. You didn't care023., but you needed to understand why. “Why can't you have it if it's what you want? If that's what I want?"
"Because we are not freaking monsters, (Y / N)" he roared at you, looking at you with his one eye fixed on you, with that tiny pupil, as if he considered the subject closed. You were silent, reflecting on what he had told you, but then you struck back. After a long moment of reflection and several minutes without saying anything, just when he parked in front of the company door, in the space that was specifically for him.
"I didn't know that feeling something for someone was like being a monster" you replied getting out of the car and heading to the entrance of the building where you had gone so many times as a child. Aemond watched you walk away from him. No. The problem was not loving, although it was clear that for him it always had been. He had a gift for screwing up with all the women he cared about. You weren't the first one he had screwed up with, but something inside him told him that he wanted you to be the last.
“You're late,” Alys told him as she waited for him in the long hallway that led to the boardroom. Aemond stood at the head of that motley crew of you and Alys. The latter greeted you winking, and you couldn't hate her more. She was disgusting, but…you couldn't take away from the fact that she looked irresistible. She always seemed to look perfect and be fucking sexy. It wasn't that you were left behind, but you were jealous of him. That was all. She was the one who got your friday shag. Of that you were more than sure, the one who sent risqué messages to Aemond and… the woman with whom he had been together for the last twenty years. No matter how their relationship went, you would never be Alys, or at least you felt that way.
"Tell me something I don't know. There was traffic,” Aemond said, not quickening his pace, but still walking. I was not going to lose money. Everyone needed him. That was what he always told himself. He was Aemond Targaryen, the owner of King's Landing, almost complete Westeros. He was a winner in everything, except…in what he really wanted. “Have they been waiting a long time?”
"No, they also arrived late after the party that your brother had to offer them" Alys laughed complicitly with her boss, who didn't even look at him. You continued walking down the hall and Alys then looked at you "How you've grown, (Y/N)!"
"Yeah, a hell of a lot since last birthday" you replied ironically, and Alys laughed. She liked women like that. She couldn't stand goody-goody and you weren't. She smiled looking ahead. You had hardly changed at all, at most you had more breasts, but that was all. You couldn't stand empty conversations and you preferred to start to distance yourself from her, but she surprised you when she smiled at you and winked at you again.
“I'm glad to see you haven't used up the lipstick too much. You must have to use it little ”she answered, taking out her nails and beginning to mark her place in that relationship. Aemond skidded to a stop and raised an inquisitive eyebrow, as if he was going to scold Alys for just what she had said, to protect you. Alys wasn't the one to say anything to you, but then you spoke.
“Oh, well, it's just… I don't need as much as… you know…” you said, narrowing her eyes daringly and she just laughed. You saw her laugh. She would never have pictured you like this, but she liked you.
"Yes, only bitches use it excessively, but I think you also know what I'm talking about, don't you?" she laughed again and for a moment you laughed too. Aemond sighed in horror, continuing on his way to the meeting room. He didn't want his summer to be a constant catfight. Nevertheless, you followed him, as did Alys. At the time, Alys thought she liked you, but she didn't know how much her life was going to change because of you.
That first day was horrible. You could never have imagined how picky Aemond was about absolutely everything. Even the temperature of the coffee had to be controlled. In addition, the continuous discussions that you had in the car did not help at all. During that tedious meeting in which only data and amounts of money had come to light, you had been bored like a shell. Data. Data. Data. That was all that was talked about. Sometimes they would make a joke that you didn't understand and your feet and legs would start to hurt from heels that you couldn't stand. You could see how Aemond tensed every time Lucerys Velaryon spoke. He was one of the company's accountants, but he gave you the feeling that your uncle couldn't stand him. You saw him in his own element, doing and undoing as he pleased. And that was the only thing that didn't bore you. You were in love and you knew he was too, even though he didn't want to admit it.
“You have to wear lower heels” Alys commented to you when she saw you leave the meeting almost limping. And you glared at her as you sat down and tossed them into the hall that led to Aemond's office. You caressed your feet. You didn't give a damn that she was in front of her. They hurt. Aemond was still meeting, now in his office, while he finalized the details of his latest contract.
“Then they wouldn't make my ass good,” you told her sincerely, with a shrug, and Alys laughed.
"Well, I spent many years wearing a push-up bra until your uncle paid my tits, so I'm not the one to judge you" she commented with a shrug and you froze at that moment. Alys seemed to notice it and stopped typing a report on her computer.
"Then, I'll ask him to pay my ass on the next birthday" you told him rudely, turning to massage your feet in silence.
"I told Aemond you're pretty when you're jealous" she replied and with a mischievous smile she directed her attention to her computer screen and simply started typing. You were blown away. What? You weren't jealous. You only hated her because she was stupid. You would never be jealous of her. You were so much better than her. Completely better than her. Just as you were going to answer it, the door to Aemond's office opened and the new clients of your uncle's company came out. The two men looked at you strangely while you continued massaging your feet in silence. You knew you were anything but glamorous, but you didn't care one bit. Perhaps, so even Aemond fired you...
Your uncle came out to say something to Alys and stopped in front of you, sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting room, massaging your feet in silence. He just stood still. Not a single emotion was visible on her face. "Alys, tell Luke to prepare the report he talked about in the meeting" he ordered her without taking his eyes off you and you returned the look angrily.
"Right away, Mr. Targaryen" she replied, keeping her manners, as if it were possible that the new client was still listening to you.
Aemond took your heels silently and offered you his arm. You accepted it just as silently and he lead you into his office while you limped. Aemond sighed seeing you like this and he grabbed you effortlessly once he closed the door to his office. He led you over to his huge leather chair and there he sat you down. He looked at the heels and then back at you. Your gaze was fixed on the ground, almost as if you were ashamed that he had seen you like this. But, he liked to see you even like this. He liked everything about you. He had taken you and protected you, almost as he would have done before that terrible summer. You didn't even look at him. You just picked up one of the heels ready to put it back on. You weren't going to let him see your weakness anymore.
"Why do you wear heels that you can't stand?" he asked you, almost as if scolding you for your attitude.
"They make me a magnificent ass" you whispered defeated. That was how you needed him. That way. He gave a defeated half smile. He wanted to kiss you. This must be very similar to what Daemon had felt for Rhaenyra. However, he just walked over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a box from the bottom drawer and brought it over to you. He opened it and you looked at him strangely. He took out some boots that you remembered well. Those old leather boots that he had worn before he was the CEO of the company. His tall laced boots, black and worn.
“You won't get a great ass, but they will keep you from dying today,” he whispered as he put them on you. And you felt in the clouds while he tied them.
"They're going to be huge" you said in a whisper and he smiled as he continued tying them in silence. You saw the contents of that box. They must have been the things he'd had in his office while he'd been an assistant. A couple of photos of Vaghar, an anti-stress ball... the drawings you made for him as a child. You saw a drawing that you had done for him when you were four years old in which you, he, and a rectangle that you had told him was Vaghar appeared. He seemed to see your reaction and he closed the box to continue with his task of tying the boots. You almost looked like that needy little girl again. "I thought you didn't like how I draw" you said jokingly. He just frowned.
"Why do you think so?" he told you visibly angry at your words.
"You don't want me to go to Sunspear" you confessed with a shrug and he just got up and moved away from you. He sat in one of the black leather armchairs that were on the sides of his office and stretched out tired after such a long morning.
"It's not about Sunspear" he confessed to you, taking out a cigarette and putting it to his lips. "It's about you being away from me" he spoke with the cigarette in his mouth, moving it at the same time as his lips moved, without it falling from them. It was a burst of sincerity, the most you were going to get from him. "I don't want you to get away from me. I didn't want it when your parents got divorced and I don't want it now."
"What do you want from me, Aemond?" you asked him again and he smiled tired again.
"I've offered it to you many times already," he said grimly, lighting his cigarette.
“What you suggest is bullshit. On Friday, in that bathroom, you showed me that it's not what you want..." you told him, approaching him. You stood in front of Aemond and caressed his chest, shoulders... and he closed his eye while enjoying it "Let me relieve you after such a hard meeting..." you whispered to him and he opened his only eye. He looked at you, fascinated. Gods. Yes, that was just what he needed, to drop his pants and have you sit on his lap, to tell you that he loved you while he grabbed your hips and moved them to the rhythm he wanted… you didn't give up, and he, he seemed unable to say no to you... but, Aemond just looked elsewhere.
“You were just a child when it came to light that my uncle Daemon was sleeping with my older sister. I don't think you even remember,” he said with a tired half-smile. “When I started to feel the same way about you, I told myself that I wasn't that kind of man, (Y/N)” You stayed cold at that moment. You didn't remember that. The collective memory acted in a strange way and scandals like this destroyed the lives of those who were the protagonists and disappeared quickly for everyone else. "I'm doing it for both of us"
"And, in exchange, you just offer me to make horny each other up without getting anything?" you snapped at him without any love, feeling rejected again. It didn't seem like an excuse enough. You didn't want to understand. You didn't want to do it because it wasn't what you wanted.
"We can be together like this" he told you again, desperate to have you. He couldn't fuck you, but he needed you. He needed you. That was the only thing that his head repeated. He tried to touch you with his bandaged hand and you pulled away.
“I have arranged to have lunch with Cregan. I'd better go” you told him, picking up the heels. You would put them on when you got to the country club, you didn't have time to go home and change. You were fed up with the game Aemond wanted to play with you. Your uncle nervously got up to follow you. He grabbed your arm and forced you to look into his eyes.
"I love you" was all he said to you. But the damage was done. You were going to go hove lunch with Cregan. The way that Aemond wanted to show you his love did not fill you, it did not satisfy you at all. It was clear that he loved you, but he had to first establish how he wanted to love so that you could stay by his side. You left there without saying a word. No desire to lunch with Cregan. Not really wanting anything.
"They are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and I hate that they are so sad" you heard Cregan's voice as he sat at the bar of that country club next to you. He told the bartender to bring him a whiskey on the rocks and he sat down next to you. He smiled at you and took your hand, kissing your knuckles. You didn't remember him being so attractive. Without a doubt, he had dressed up for that moment, and you were still dressed in what you had left home that morning. "You're beautiful" he said after kissing you and you smiled sadly.
"I'm terrible" you laughed as flirtatiously as you could and Cregan took a small sip of his drink, still admiring you.
“No, you don't really see yourself with my eyes. You are spectacular” he replied, lightly caressing your hand. You blushed when you received so much attention. If he was a man truly interested in you, why wasn't Aemond like that? "I wanted to thank you for accepting my invitation" he told you sincerely and you seemed to light up at such gallantry.
“I could never say no to being asked to lunch,” you said, blinking suggestively, stroking him suggestively back on his hand. You were you again. You real youself, and Cregan laughed at your quip. It was a clear, sincere laugh... very different from what Aemond was used to.
"So, are we going to lunch now?" He said offering you his arm so that you could hold on to it and you held on to it. You were still wearing Aemond's boots.
"And everything hurt, absolutely everything" you explained with a half smile, while they served you the first course. Cregan smiled at you, as he had since he'd seen you. In the end you were even glad you went there. You had hardly stopped to think about Aemond. You were back in action. You were the same daring girl from Starfall again. That was how you were meant to be, wild and determined and relentless.
Cregan poured you wine and you took a discreet sip as he filled his glass almost to the brim. If Aemond had been there, you would have told yourself how ordinary he was, but Cregan was only trying to make you laugh. “Have you at least closed the contract?” he asked you.
“I don't know, I think so, but I didn't pay much attention the last 180 minutes of the meeting” you told him jokingly.
"But, if those meetings are 180 minutes" he told you starting to laugh.
"Well that" you laughed with him, and he toasted with you.
"For the fruitful meetings" he told you, looking into your eyes. You remembered that thing about how you had to look into his eyes while he was bridling. If not, that was seven years of bad sex. But, at that moment, you realized that Cregan was charming. However, you were not attracted to him. It didn't have the same effect on you that Aemond and his one eye had as they silently devoured you. You almost felt bad for Cregan. You also told yourself that it was normal, that you had to keep trying. You couldn't live in the past with Aemond and his ghosts. You had to move on. "Know? I'm happy that we met today ” he commented to you, leaving the glass of wine on the table, and taking your hand again.
"Why?" you asked, with a flirtatious smile. You knew the answer, it was from seeing you... and yet, Cregan knocked you out with his answer.
"Because I think I managed to brighten those pretty eyes" he told you sincerely, as if he really cared what was happening to you. Never before had any man been like this with you. You blushed and smiled at him. You kept talking. Cregan asked you what you would study the following year. You told him about your plans to go to Sunspear, art school… and Cregan smiled at you. He told you that he had never been to Sunspear but he would surely like it if you were there. He told you that if you finally went there, he would come to see you. He encouraged you to continue doing the things you liked. You couldn't live in the past with Aemond and his ghosts. You had to move on. You didn't know how wrong you were. You came home and that night, despite all the incidents with Aemond, you slept soundly. With a smile on your lips. You didn't like Cregan, or at least you didn't feel the same way you did with Aemond, but he had reminded you again of the woman you were, not the one they wanted to make you.
