Melting Ice - Aemond Targaryen X Reader

melting Ice - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You are about to marry Aemond Targaryen. Your arrival at the Reed Keep is greeted with coldness and you have a hard time settling in and coming to terms with marrying into this strange family. But after a restless evening you can't take it anymore and go to talk to Aemond. This evening brings you and your betrothed a little closer as he lets you see behind his facade.

Words: 2.971

Warnings: angst?, arranged marriage, insecure Aemond

A/N: Frist time writing Aemond // English is not my first

language// no beta reader// Gif not mine // no use of Y/N// AO3

I hope you like this :)

You crawl through your stuff. You've been back in Red Keep for a week, but your belongings are not all unpacked jet.

The hot summer air radiate through the stones of your new home and you whipe away a few drops of sweat from your brows. You miss the light briese that always go through your cambers in  Casterly Rock. The heat in Kings Landing is muggy and brings the stank from the city and not the fresh air of the sea. But you're gonna have to get used to it.

It's unlikely you'll ever see your home again. Not once you're married. This is the fate of thousands of Ladies in the seven Kingdomes . You all get shipped of to marry and never come back home.

For your betrothed you are a burden. You're back here for a week and maybe you exchanged two sentences with the prince. He was in no way rude, but neither was he really warm. You got the feeling it was more of a inconvenient for him than anything else. He doesn´t want to spend any minute with you. He ignored your invitations to go for a walk or for a afternoon tea.

You sigh. At least you won't marry a man who could be your father or grandfather. No, you're the future bride of Aemond Targaryen. Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. Maybe you have luck with your husbands age. And you will become a princess. That's the dream of thousands of young ladies, and you can live it. From the outside it sounds perfect. Like a song.

The reality is different.

In reality, you are a pawn in the game of power, securing the loyalty and armies of your family for the Targaryens.

This marriage is a reward for years of service from your family.

Instead he dumped you on his sister. Helaena, a sweet girl who is fixated on insects and with her thoughts everywhere except in the here and now. But she was the only one that makes you feel you are welcome here. She was the one who showed you around and invited you to tea, go on picnics, walk in the gardens or do handicrafts. She also introduced you to her twins. Sweet children that you can't keep apart yet.

The Queen only gave you a cold smile and explained her wedding preparations to you, she didn´t ask for you opinion of your wedding. But you think that´s the way your life is from now on.

Aegon, your future brother in law is an arrogant prince who likes to drink and spend his time with whores. Not one nice word comes over his lip just a rude remark about your appearance as the whole family greets you after your arrival.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath and rub your temple to get rid of the slight headache.

At Casterly Rock you felt trapped. A golden cage guarded by lions. Your cage is still there, only now you're being guarded by dragons.

And for a little while you had hope. When you were younger, you went to King's Landing with your mother to get to know your future husband. He was a sweet, almos shy boy, with a kind smile who had discussed history with you for hours or dance with you at a picnic. You thought your stupid girls dreams were coming true.

Is this your life now? Lonely and alone surrounded by strangers?

This is not how you imagined it all. You've known half your life that you would be Aemond's wife. The betrothal was make when you were just a little girl. And of course you were excited to become a princess. Your stupid little girl dreams were full of romance, love and your knightly prince with blonde hair.

But now there is nothing left of the boy from your memories.

Will your marriage be like this? Married to a stranger?

Aemond Targaryen had grown into a cold man who had an almost dangerous aura around him and observed everything with an arrogant distance.

The sweet smile you remembered is gone. You're sure he hasn't smiled in years.

You put a few of your writing utensils on your desk. Your thoughts go to the letters you wrote to Ameond over the years, but one day he just stopped answering you. Did you do something wrong?

Was this marriage doomed to failure from the beginning?

You sigh again and try to push your thoughts from the past away.

It had been a sunny day that slowly turned into a beautiful evening. The setting sun is still shining in your window. You've already had your dinner with your mother and now there's nothing left for you to do. But you are restless. The thoughts of your future life do not allow you to find peace. Gods you are a Lannister from Casterly Rock. A lion! And not a decorative piece that gets ignored and sidelined. Aemond shows no interest in you and you want to know why. The question of what you did wrong haunts you. In your home you were always surrounded by friends, the lords who visited your family praised your kindness and your beauty. You enjoy reading and you are sure that you are a pleasant conversation partner. However, your future husband seems to prefer to ignore you.

You feel lonely. As lonely as you've never been in your life.

No! Your life won't be like that! You refuse to accept this. If Aemond wants to ignore you, he has to give you a good reason for it.

You straighten your back and smooth down your skirts. With quick steps you reach the door and leave your chambers.

"My lady, where do you intent to go?" the guard at your door asks.

"I'm visiting my betrothed." you answer without stopping. The guard follows right behind you.

"You have been instructed not to leave your chambers alone."

"I am not alone. You are with me."

"But my lady..."

"Enough." you just interrupt him. You definitely won't let him change your mind. You will talk to Aemond! But after a few steps you stop. You don't know where the prince's chambers are. You turn slightly to face the guard.

"Where are the prince's chambers?" you ask.

"I must ask you to return to your chambers."

You grimace. "You swore to serve House Targaryen Correct?"

"Yes my lady."

"In a fortnight I will be a Princess of House Targaryen. So you also swore to serve me."

"But my lady.."

"Please."

The guard shifts from one foot to the other and shakes his head slightly. "I have instructions..."

"Fine. Don't help me, I'll just find the way on my own. I hope you're willing to follow me through the Red Keep all night." You turn around sharply to continue walking.

"The other way. Here." you hear after a few steps behind you. You turn around again and look in the direction the guard points .

You give him a smile. "Thank you very much."

You follow his directions and a short time later you find yourself in front of the prince's chambers. You take a deep breath and then knock firmly on the door. It takes a moment and you are invited in. As you attempt to open the door, your guard takes a few steps forward to follow you. "I want to talk to him alone."

"My lady it is inappropriate, you need a chaperone."

"Do you doubt your prince's honor?"

"Of course not!"

"So."

"But my Lady..."

You sigh. "I know I'm not making your job easy today, but I promise to do better. Just not today. I just want one private conversation with the prince. Please."

Now it's his turn to sigh. "I'll wait outside the door. Right infront the door."

"Of course. Thank you." You open the door and enter the prince's chambers. Aemond is sitting on one of the sofas, there is a cup of wine on the table next to him and there is an old book on his lap whose title you can't see. When he sees you he stands up surprised.

"My Lady." he says confused. You close the door behind you and curtsy slightly. You hope he doesn't insist that you curtsy every time you see him after your wedding, but that's not the topic of tonight. Tonight you want an answer.

“Is something troubeling you?” He sounds cold and not really interested, but you push aside the nagging feeling of insecurity. Maybe that was a bad idea after all? But you're here now. Now there is no turning back.

"Yes, something is bothering me." you answer. You are a lion of Casterly Rock. Hear Me Roar! these are your words. And you will show this dragon that you cannot be ignored. Aemond looks at you with a cold expression.

"How can I help you?" he asks annoyed. He's making it clear to you that he doesn't want you here. But you just ignore that. He ignores you, so you can ignore his wishes. You take a deep breath and straight yourself up. You make yourself taller than you are and scrape up all your self-confidence together.

"You do not like me." you say. Aemond's expression changes just for a second, then he wears his cold mask again. You hold his gaze.

"I do not know you." he then says. The bored tone makes you angry.

"And that's your fault." you throw at him. The prince rolls his eye.

"Did you come here to insulte me?"

You bite your lip. "No." you say quietly. "I want to know why you don't like me. I want to know what I did wrong."

Aemond's gaze goes over you. Then he turns to the side, reaches for his wine cup and drinks it. Then he takes the jug and refills his cup and fills a second one.

"Sit with me please." he says, pointing to the seat next to him. You take the steps to the couch and sit down. The pillows are soft, but you still sit straight and ignore the cup of wine in front of you. You suppress the urge to shift back and forth.

"So?" you press.

"You have done nothing wrong."

"Then why have you been ignoring me since I got here?"

"If you wouldn't interrupt me." he says in a strained voice.

You bite your lip again. "I'm sorry."

"Like I said, you didn't do anything wrong. I thought you'd prefer to have time for yourself."

"I had enough time for myself. I'm all alone here. And I would like to know my betrothed before I have to marry him. But you don't even give me the chance to get to know you. You disappear all day long. I don't know anything about you. The only information I get are the gossip from the servants." You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you quickly blink them away. Aemond's jaw tenses with your words. But you're not quite finished yet. "I don't understand why. We used to write letters to each other and then you stopped replying. And since I've been here you have continued to ignore me. So give me a good reason!"

"I have give you my reasons." he says but doesn´t meet your eyes.

"No. That wasn't a good reason." you insist. That can not be it. Because he thought you needed time for yourself? Nonsense! There has to be another reason. Your thoughts are racing and before you can stop yourself you start talking again.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Not a pleasant conversation partner? Not worthy of your attention? What is it?"

"No of course not."

"Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Oh please, you're beautiful." he says, sounding a little annoyed.

"So what's your problem?"

"There's no problem. It's just.." he interrupts himself and then takes a deep breath. "You must be very disappointed with this engagement." "With your behavior. Yes, I tried to explain this to you."

"No. Not with that. With the engagement to me. With a disabled prince."

You stare at him, stunned, for a few moments. "What?"

"Don't play dumb. You're beautiful, you probably had hundreds of requests for your hand in marriage."

"The two of us have been engaged since we were children. That's well known."

"Won't change the fact that you have a lot of admirers. Am I wrong?"

You furrow your eyebrows. Yes, of course, many men have given you compliments and little gifts and begged for your attention, but that's normal. You come from a rich, powerful family. You were never really interested in any of that. Why should you? You were already engaged. You had your dream prince. Until he stopped being a dream prince. Before you can answer Aemond talks again.

"I can imagine how embarrassing it is for you to have to marry a disabled prince."

"A disabled prince?"

"Aemond one eye. I know what people call me."

"And why do you think I care?"

He laughs joylessly. "Of course you care."

Anger rises within you again. "You judge me? Without knowing me? How dare you?"

You jump to your feet. Aemond winces. He probably didn't expect this reaction. You start pacing back and forth in front of him. "You think I'm unhappy with our engagement because you're missing an eye?You disappoint me."

"Everyone thinks that. You must be devastated. All your admirers and you are stuck with me."

"I´m not stuck with you. I was happy to be engaged to you. Until you turned out to be a complete idiot." you stop infront of him and glare at him.

"Remember who you talk to."

"I'm talking to the man I'm going to marry. Who obviously already made up his mind. Without knowing me. That's cruel."

Aemond is silent for a moment. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Then tell me. Tell me anything, no matter what. But we can't do it like this. We can't live like this. We can't ignore each other our whole lives. Or is that what you want?" you ask, realizing you sound desperate.

"No of course not." his voice is no longer annoyed, he sounds more tired. You get on your knees in front of him to be at the same eye level again. You hesitate for a moment but then place your hands on his knees. His eyes examine you carefully, but you don't avoid his gaze.

"So where did that sweet boy I met back then go?"

"That sweet boy you were talking about lost his eye and no one cared." his jaw tenses again.

"I wrote you letters. I asked you how you were doing. How you felt. You didn't answer."

"I didn't read it. I thought you were just writing it out of obligation."

"You could have ask me." you say.

"I guess I underestimated you."

"Yes, perhaps."

"I shouldn't have assumed something about you."

"No you shouldn´t." you agree with him.

Aemond takes your hand. "I shouldn't have ignored you. I should have gotten to know you."

"You can do better now."

"I will." he says. "Promise."

You smilie at him. The conversation went better than you could ever imagined.

"And I will start right away." he then says. You look at him confused. Aemond takes a deep breath and lets go of your hand. Slowly his hands go to the back of his head and undoes the buckle of his eye patch. The leather slides carefully from his eye. The blue sapphire sparkles at you. The scar is always only half covered by the eye patch, but now without it, the scar is even more prominent.

You carefully raise your hand, but before you touch him you stop. "May I?" you whisper. He nods. You touch his cheek tenderly and caress it. "You're beautiful." You say. You see the slight blush on his cheek. A smile dances around his lips.

"Thank you." he places his hand over yours and carefully removes it from his cheek. He kisses your knuckles.

"I just say the truth." Now it's a real smile at Aemonds face.

You straighten up and come back to your feet again. You take a deep breath to bring yourself back into the here and now.

"It's late. I should go back to my chambers."

"Yes. Would you like me to accompany you?"

"That won't be necessary. My guard is right outside the door." you nod towards the door with a smile. Aemond raises an eyebrow, but you don't explain further.

"What do you think about accompanying me to Vhagar tomorrow?"

"To your dragon?"

"Yes."

Nervousness and excitement rise within you. "I would like that very much." you answer and the smile dances around his lips again.

Aemond leaves the eye patch on the table as he walks you to the door. He opens it and your guard half stumbles into the room. He must have leaned against the door.

"My prince." he says and bows. You suppress a laugh. He really was right outside the door.

"I trust you to get my betrothed back to her chambers safely ."

"Of course my prince." the guard stutters.

"Sleep well my lady." Aemond now turns to you. He kisses your hand and this time the blush rises in your cheeks.

"Sleep well my Prince." You say.

You turn away and make your way back to your chambers. Your guard right behind you and you can even find the way without his help. You are hopeful about your marriage. Yes, a conversation doesn't solve all the problems, but it was a good start. It's not perfect yet but it's better. And maybe he and you can manage to have a peaceful marriage and maybe be happy with eachother.

This was perfect 🧡 the writing, the emotions I love all of it🥰

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+ . aegon ii targaryen x f!velaryon!reader

synopsis. after the infamous dinner scene, you seek refuge in the comforts of a place you once knew. aegon follows. it turns out a bastard and a drunk make for an interesting pair without the eyes of others and with a weakness within one another.

3 + . contents. no use of y/n or any variation. canon-typical violence. unhealthy relationships? canon/period-typical incest. angst? canon-divergent. hurt w/ comfort. fluff. blood mention. 3.3k words.

The evening air is cooling against your face, the hard galloping of the horse you ride atop of brings a whistling of winds in your ears. Hands still trembling in anger grasp the reins of the steed with a firm grasp so tight that angry red indents form on the insides of your palms. White moonlight bathes you, the glowing full moon in a clear deep blue sky bathes everything. From the hooves galloping against the soft grass to the beautiful bursts of colors in the form of flower bushes amongst the mess of large trees casting streaks of white light and plain deep green shrubs. You feel slightly suffocated. Despite the distance you’ve put between yourself and the Red Keep, between yourself and the bitter truth that’s been pulled up your throat like a hook and feels impossible to swallow back down again, it feels difficult to breathe.

Until you finally reach the beautiful clearing you know all too well. The horse comes to a stop at the edge of the expansive lake and a pale brown-blue, you pant softly with a face still warm in anger and you look around. Your slippers find purchase on the grass when you slide off of the saddle, a gentle hand smoothing over the black, shining coat of the beautiful horse. Already, serenity and peace ease into your muscles and throughout your nerves burned by the One-Eyed Cunt as you whisper a sweet word of gratitude and order to the beautiful steed before you turn away and begin to step towards a place you once felt as much home as that of the Keep or Dragonstone. Both of which feel so cold in comparison now.

Walking along the grass, you weave past stones and keep your gaze on the lake. Gentle hands reaching up, steadier than before, to unclasp the jewelry you adorn. Piece by piece comes off of you, finding home in the soft tufts of grass beside your slippers until they too come off. Your bare soles shift on the soft grass that’s cool and wet with dew from that of the lake. Sighing in bliss, your eyes flutter shut as your hands come up to undo the style of intricate detail in your locks. Already, your skin pebbles in anticipation of what the waters you’ve not touched for years may feel like again. When everything has been so loud and uncertain.

Cold air brushes across your skin, through your hair, and beneath the white shift you’re left in when the final piece of your clothing is discarded. A pile of high born on the grass to leave you nearly bare and as common as you’ve always selfishly and ungratefully wished for. It’s soothing, calming, to not feel expensive fabrics and the heavy material they are made of to the heavy jewelry and headache inducing hairstyle. There’s almost a smile on your lips as you walk forward and grass soon becomes the icy cold lick of lakewater against your bare feet.

Soon enough, nothing else exists but you and the lake. Submerging yourself into the cold waters and nearly moaning beneath them. The fabric of your white linen dress sticks to you, your body adoring the embrace of the water and a smile on your face bathed in droplets and the moonlight when you resurface and smooth your hair. In the evening air comes only the sound of your soft breaths, the sloshing of the water, and the crickets hidden in the bustles of grass and greenery. It feels like all that has transpired since setting foot back in King’s Landing and that horrid dinner has escaped. It feels as if you are finally untouchable, finally at peace.

“Well, you surely haven’t given up your uncomely behaviors.”

Then it’s swiftly shattered.

Slowly, you exhale in hot annoyance. Tension rises in your muscles and a warmth rises in your face and across your nerves. You turn around in the waters and see the face of none other than Aegon himself, your uncle and the only one unfortunate enough to know this place of solitude of yours. All because of a few moments of weakness you both had in your youths.

Aegon stands with a grin, releasing the reins of his horse and slowly stalking forward with his hands folding behind his back. A bad feeling settles into your stomach, not fear or even intimidation – but disgust and anger, glaring at him so hot the water could boil if you angled your eyes down. Chuckling to himself, no doubt already forming words of weapon along his tongue, you speak before he can again – doing nothing whatsoever to conceal your disdain or contempt.

“And you have not given up being a cunt.”

Immediately, he laughs, shaking his head to shake those silvery-white waves on his head as violet eyes screw shut in amusement. Pink lips relax into a crooked drop of a grin as he slowly steps forward on the grass. “Oh, such a foul mouth from a princess but what is to be expected after the Strong bastards became savages at supper?”,he pushes with an obvious contempt in his gaze as he stops at your pile of clothing.

Grinding your teeth and pushing towards the edge of the lake, you scoff and contemplate if you should drown him. “Smug cunt…”,you mutter under your breath before you shake your head and stand on the surface of the lake near the edge. The waters move, lapping at your navel as you glare at Aegon. “What are you doing here? I’d think you had enough wine to put you to sleep for quite sometime – one would wish permanently.”,you speak loudly, sharply as your eyes flicker along his features.

Those doe-like violet eyes hold no shame in taking in your body made obvious in the clinging, wet fabric. You ignore the remnants of what existed in a time before, they linger in the depths of your stomach as Aegon finally develops the courtesy to meet your eyes. That lazy, smug expression painting his face of fair porcelain. “I knew you would come here after that little display at supper. What uncle would I be if I allowed my niece to dangerously dip into cold waters with no protection?” The idea of him being a caring man, makes you laugh in a barking, snarky manner. He continues with an eye roll. “And I am wounded if you think three glasses of wine enough to put me to sleep.”

“One wishes.”,you remark swiftly before you shake your head and turn away,”Leave. I am fine on my own. Gods know you’re about as good with your sword as you are with holding that serpent tongue.”,you speak a bit louder to be heard while turned away.

For a few moments there’s a stretch of silence and you foolishly, naively, pray Aegon is simply going to accept your words. Unfortunately, he chuckles. “Tell me, niece.”,he begins and your eyes roll so hard it nearly hurts,”And what if you were to lose your clothes by some thief?” Stiffening immediately, you turn quickly in the water and Aegon grins while holding your clothes in his hands. Grinding your teeth, you quickly leave the waters, his loud laughter only working to make you all the more agitated.

Cold air brushes your body soaked in water, you shudder and swear beneath your breath until you reach Aegon. Snatching your things from him, you shake your head and grunt in annoyance. “Why must you be this way! All these years and you’ve not changed from the drunken, boorish, cunt of a man you have always been!”,you shout furiously while dropping your things to the side to keep them from being soaked in your embrace. Aegon’s eyes widen, those already round doe eyes growing bigger in your words. But you continue, regardless of his reaction shifting from shock to anger. “Always the jester, right? Always the insufferable cunt that I would not even let Vermithor eat less I taint the poor beast!”

“Has he not been tainted already by a bastard whore sitting atop him?”,Aegon immediately snaps, getting so close to you that his shoulder knocking yours forces a stumble back. But you catch yourself, looking up at Aegon with wide eyes and a furious sneer in the face of words pushed through you like arrows of Valyrian steel arrowtips. “You’ve not changed either – high and mighty in your belief of superiority because of your dragon, your demeanor as sincere as a fucking snake’s with a mouth as tainted as her cunt.”

Always Aegon. Always. Usually so patient and refined, what a princess should be, it always feels as if you’ve inhaled something toxic and poisonous when you even come close to the atmosphere of your uncle. Something that makes you quick to anger, irrational, furious – everything bad and yet remnants of what once was, stir in the depths of your stomach as your eyes burn between his and hand twitches at your side. You’re trying to keep your patience, to not let him see how badly he’s pushed you and to not begin what will always end the same as you scoff and step back. Your eyes are searing into his face of anger.

“Fuck you.”,you spit, shoving past him.

“Yes, go on then, princess. Back to your bastard brothers and whore mo–”

The slap that ripples through the air stings your hand hot and jerks Aegon’s face to the side. Panting heavily, your wide, angry eyes look along his features with a heavy chest. Then you hit the ground when a rough shove sends you down.

“You bitch–”

“Get off of me!”

Loud shouting and arguing fills the air as Aegon falls down to straddle your lap, your kicking doing nothing and the hits of your hands and arms only doing so much. It isn’t until you land a punch across Aegon’s face that the hot, tense, and violent atmosphere shifts. Shifting when Aegon turns sharply to look down at you and a droplet of blood from his nose drips down onto your face.

You flinch at the warm droplet and your eyes widen as you look up into his violet eyes. Both of you pant heavily, Aegon’s left hand pinning down your wrist while his other presses to his face. Your hand not restrained is still clenched in a fist against your chest. Panting heavily, your brows twitch as more droplets spill where his hand shifts to hold his nose. Aegon’s violet eyes flicker along your features, his white brows furrowing slowly as he rubs at the underside of his nose with his sleeve then slowly sits up and releases your wrist. For a few moments, you expect retaliation in a hit or some sort of impact.

But Aegon simply pushes off of you with a hot scoff.

Slowly, you sit up and look up at him. Only allowing yourself two seconds before you scoff yourself and get up, gathering your clothes.

“It is so like you to ruin something good…”,you mutter angrily while frustratingly tugging up the garments.

Aegon is silent, unnervingly so. Then he isn’t.

“I’m aware, niece.”

Pausing, you turn and look at him as he holds his nose, face smeared in blood and hand the same. Seeing the blood stain his skin makes your jaw tighten, some horrid remnants of what you once held for him bringing about guilt in your stomach. This place once one of solace for not just you but him eventually, solace away from the crown in empty talks of fleeing and finding home someplace else to never be seen again. You shift your teeth and you hesitate before you sigh, anger still trembling in your veins and breathing still slightly heavy as you walk past Aegon. But your hand catches his index and middle finger wrapped in your fingers, guiding him to the edge of the lake.

Aegon follows slowly and when you sit down in your loose garments, he follows with violet eyes burning into you but his body more relaxed and at ease. You kneel in the grass and rip at your shift, ripping the soft white linen sleeve and dipping the fabric into the water before you turn. Aegon’s face begins to begrudgingly soften as you cup his jaw and clean the blood from his face with the cloth staining red. Droplets still roll down your nose and cheeks from your wet hair and hairline. Your uncle only some years your senior watches you.

Then he breaks the silence when you sweep the cloth along his chin.

“You still hit like a brutish man.”,he speaks, uncharacteristically quiet and soft.

This would bring an amused smile on your lips in any other case, but your soul and mouth is so bittered of Aegon you can only muster a gentle curl of the corner of your lips. “You still fight like a girl.”,you reply. Aegon seems more inclined to an ease, his pink lips smiling a bit as you lift his jaw to get the splashes of dark blood beneath it. Then you shake your head and exhale softly, brows furrowing in anger at him. Both from the depths of your soul and an obligation to your brothers and mother. When you release his face, you dip the cloth and take his hand covered in blood.

“I still come here.”,Aegon breaks the silence. Your movements pause for a moment, eyes flickering up to look into his doe-like violet eyes. Aegon nods, his violet eyes watching your hand clean the already drying and smearing blood. Then they shift and you blink, following his gaze to a slab of stone. In the moonlight, you can just make out glasses spilled about and bottles the same. Something aches in your chest and you turn back to his hand, your movements quickening just a bit.

His unusual softness feels as if things may take a turn. You don’t want them to. Out of fear that you’ll be unable to offer sentiments in return. And fear that you will.

“You’re drunk, uncle.”

“Three glasses.”

“Perhaps your tolerance has–”

“You’ve become quite a princess.”

Stopping your movements on his hand, you shake your head and you look to his eyes focusing in on you. Soft and slightly glassy.

“Aegon. Please stop.”,your voice is firm, brows furrowing together and lips in a thin line, hand fisting around the bloody torn cloth. Aegon’s violent eyes flicker between yours and he shakes his head, he leans in close and you’re unable to push him away or stop him – out of weakness internal not external – when his arms wrap around your waist. His presses his face into the center of your breasts and exhales shakily. You stiffen up and grind your teeth, looking up to the sky. “Oh…Aegon…”,you exhale shakily, dropping the cloth in the grass to cradle his head against your chest.

He immediately sighs, shaky and slightly broken. Then he swallows thickly. “You hate me?”,Aegon mutters against your chest.

You, sincerely and honestly, nod. “How could I not?”,you breathe, your chest aching and stomach twisting. “You hate me just the same do you not?”

Aegon nods without hesitation. “I wish for your death earnestly. I believe it’s the only time I pray.” Your brows sew up and you nod, then his hands bunch in the fabric of your gown dampened by that of the dress beneath. There’s a lull of silence, your breathing, his, the whistling wind and distant crickets. Then he exhales and nods. “Do you wonder how different we could have been had we been married against the wishes of my mother and wants of your own?” Your chest clenches and your eyes screw shut, your hand gently smoothes through his silvery locks. “I believe I would’ve been a good man.”

“Or I a caged bird.”,you reply softly, not willing to admit you don’t think of it from time to time but not willing to lie either.

He hums, then he sighs and shakes his head. “I would have been a good husband to you, I could have been. I was good before, wasn't I?” And Aegon slowly pulls his head back, you look down at him as those violet eyes gaze up at you. He exhales shakily despite the obvious attempt he’s holding to remain hardened. “Before all that transpired…before the words of my mother – before the crown…”,Aegon trails off. As if it’s too painful to even reiterate or discuss all the various ways a family was torn in half.

The way you and him were torn in half.

Your eyes flicker across his face, you nod with a weak smile. “You still could have been great, Aegon…”,you’re almost breathless in soft whispers, throat suddenly full and words thick. A stinging shifting your nose and bringing the matching glass appearance to your eyes that Aegon’s harbor. “You could still be good, great…it isn’t too late.” And Aegon shakes his head, he exhales deeply.

“I do not care for it if it is not for you…before you…I suppose it proves how horrendous I truly am.”,he bitterly remarks. Your brows furrow and he shakes his head as he looks across your features. “I believe this hate will exist and rot out my insides for as long as the poison lives. Until…Until my father and mother pass on. You’re a bastard – whether I love you or not the fact remains such and I am…well I am worse.”

Aegon’s words make your heart bleed, ache, it makes all of you heavier and more exhausted with that of the crown and all expectations. Screwing your eyes shut, you shake your head and lean down to meet his forehead with your own.

“Mayhaps once my mother takes the throne…death will not be needed. Perhaps all we might need is our dragons.”,you whisper softly, his body shifting to sit up. Not disconnecting your foreheads but rather taking your cheeks in his cold hands.

He shakes his head. “Naath.”

“The palm trees.”,you whisper softly, words of naive youth before being broken by a missing eye and final word of a forbidden swear fill the air.

He smiles just a bit. “The butterflies.” You smile a bit and you exhale shakily, when he leans in, you feel his lips brush your own. Your body urges you forward, but your head and soul know better.

Then you slowly tilt your head back and away from him, his hands slip so his thumbs rest together against your chin. Looking into his eyes, Aegon nods and you shake your head. “I refuse to kiss you when you taste of wine…you know this…”,you hum as you reach up and gently hold his wrists. Thumbs stroking his pulse points.

Aegon hesitates before he parts his lips and shuts them, then he opens them and he exhales deeply. “Return on dragonback on the morrow…you’ll find no wine.”,he promises without the words. Your eyes widen and lips part, Aegon nods eagerly and he holds your face just a bit tighter. “I–Perhaps you are right, when my half-sister sits upon the throne, mayhaps we will finally find solace. I hate you, you hate me but once all is settled and assured…we–we can be as we were, in Naath as we promised years ago.”

His words throw you off, your eyes wide and lips parted. Your heart aches and twists, but that familiar feeling once thought to be squashed rises slowly. A soft smile toys at the corner of your lips and Aegon smiles softly, his white brows sewn upwards. “I…will return on dragonback with my mother.”,you nod gently, your brows twitching.

“We grew to hate one another from love…we can grow to love again from hate…”,Aegon whispers softly, nodding firmly with dull eyes suddenly brighter,”Tomorrow.”

You smile softly and nod.

“Tomorrow.”

It seemed childhood naivety never left a bastard far too forgiving and a drunk far too insecure, because tomorrow would come but love would never bloom from hate. Not again.

This is so cute🥰🧡

Aegon Targaryen//The Right One

As a daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you were supposed to find a man who would take your hand in marrige. It's your duty to be wed away. Your grandfather Viserys, he made a royal gathering to find the best suitor for you.

The real problem is, you had one in your eyes.

Aegon Targaryen. Your uncle. It looked like history was repeating itself, thinking how your mother fell for Daemon. Targaryens always had traditions that others found weird, but to keep the blood pure, sometimes you have to do what you have to do. Even Alicent, who first was against it, was thinking of marrige between Aegon and Haelena. In the end, Haelena got married to Aemond.

As you stand in the corner of the room, you see how a lot of men are having their eyes on you. Eating ypu with the looks of desire and need for power. You were just a pawn to them. Greedy bastards only wanted to have a little part in the game of getting closer to the crown. The sad truth is that they had no idea what it meant to be on the top.

You're always watched. Can't have a moment for yourself. Every step that you take is carefully watched by everyone. Every desicion is important and there is no place for mistakes. And as for women? You knew you were here for them to just spread your legs and give them a new heir. They didn't care for you. They didn't want you for love. Just to use you.

"Pretty boring out here, isn't it princess?" There is a low voice next to your ear and you can't help but smile as shiver runs down your spine. "I should be honored, my prince." Your eyes met his lilac. "After all, this is for my engagement."

Aegon scoffs, his eyes scanning the place. "Yes, but to whom?" His eyebrow rises as he takes a step closer, brushing the lock of hair from your face. "Neither of them are worthy of you."

Your breath hitched as your lips parted for a bit."And who is it then? I am nothing but a tool." Aegon looks at you, something battleing inside of his eyes. They always seemed distant, but when he talked to you, it felt like everything made sense back.

You were the only one to understand his pain. To understand his preassure. Who said he wanted to be a damn king as his mother was expecting him to be? Who said he wanted this life? His mother was always preaparing him for the big role he didn't wanted. To hell, his father didn't even look at him and he had to be ready to be a king?

"You are so much more than that." His fingers grazed beneath your chin, barely touching it leaving a ghost feeling underneath. His thumb crosses over your lips. The feeling of his rough skin on your soft lips made you feel like it was supposed to be like that. For your lips to belong to him. To any part of him. He glanced away, clenching his jaw. He was in a deep thought as he walked off.

Your eyes follow him as he gets lost in a crowd. You felt like you should've ran after him. You wanted to, but you were sceptic.

"Why is such a lady standing alone?" My head turns to see one of the lords over. Tyland Lannister. You never liked Lannisters. In your eyes, they were just a one more pawn that wanted to become a closer to a king. Maybe even to become a king.

"Just enjoying the gathering, my lord." You give him a polite smile. You didn't want to engage the conversation, but he seemed too interested in you. "Well, the night is long, and the songs are delightfull like you. Would you give me an honor, and give me your hand for a dance?" He chuckled extending his hand out.

You clench your jaw your lips in a thin line. "I really don't feel like dancing, my lord." His face changed to a frown. "Oh, am I not worth of a dance with your grace?" Something bubbled in you with his words. Anger, for him to use a guilt card. You didn't want to make a scene. You were a royalty afer all.

"That is not what I said, my lord." You take his hand. "Of course I would like to dance." There was a smug smile on his lips. You knew what he wanted. His grip got more like a possesive one as he pulled you onto the dance floor. His other hand held the small of your back. It felt like he was holding you too tight. Like he held you with greed.

Despite you trying to hide your discomfort, Tyland pulls you even closer and held you tightly to him. The two of you danced in a dead silence. You started to look around the place, trying to find someone to save you. To get you away. Your eyes searching around, it seemed like you were looking for a specific person. "Something is on your mind, princess?"

You look up to him giving him a fake sweet smile. "Not at all." When you look away, your eyes finally meet his with a pleading look in them. Aegon as soon as he catched your eye, stopped in his tracks and seemed to process the situation. He starts to make his way towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

As Tyland takes you in for a spin, you extend your hand and Aegon takes it pulling you away and swaying off with you in a dance.

Aegon seemed proud with a smug smirk on his lips. "Tief." You say under your breath, feeling how he held you much more gentle as the two of you took off in a dance.

Aegon laughs heartly at your statement shaking his head. "You seemed like you needed rescuing." You nod your head, gazing up at him."You stole my heart, you stole me from my dancing partner. What is next?"

Aegon grins at your words, enjoying the playful banter between you. He spins you around, pulling you back against him as you continue the dance.

"I'm a greedy man, my princess," he says with a smirk, his hand on your back slipping lower for just a moment before resuming its usual position. "I'll steal whatever I can get my hands on."

His eyes never left yours. There was a glint of something in them. "Stop looking at me like that."

Aegon raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider at your words. "Like what?" He asks innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays him. You have to bite the smile that wanted to escape your lips. "Like I'm a dinner."

"Oh, believe me, my princess, you're a feast fit for a king." He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'd happily devour every last bit of you." He pulls you impossibly closer, his hold on you possessive but tender at the same time. "Can you blame me for admiring you so? You're far too captivating to ignore." A chuckle escapes your lips.

"Va moriot gīmigon se paktot udir, gaomagon ao daor?" You're always finding the right words, aren't you? His eyes glanced down to your lips as he leaned his head to the side. He hums, you knew he enjoyed when you switched to Valyrian."Ñuha jorrāelagon, you're going to be a death to me." His voice just above a whisper. it was raspy and deep as you look at him in a haze through your lashes.

He leans in closer, his own eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours again, a mix of fondness and desire in his expression. "You keep looking at me like that, and I'll have to claim my future wife right here and then." He mumurs softly.

Your lips part in a shock. "Since when am I your future wife?" He smirks smugly, pulling you in, his face just inches away from yours.

"Since now. I'm not letting anyone else claim you. You're mine to have."

RED QUEEN — VICTORIA AVEYARD (INSP)

I know a lot of people are disappointed with season 2 but , and stay with me for a second, what if it's all one big mislead ??

Explanation:

The thought came to me when I noticed that the show tells us over and over again that whoever wants the crown is not fit to rule

who insists on her claim? Rhaenyra. Why? Bc Daddy said so and she thinks its her birthright/ destiny.

who was forced to take the crown? Aegon (tears run down his cheek when he is crowned in S1, he says he doesn't want the crown)

soo Aegon doesn't want to be king but to everyone's surprise he is a relatively good king (cares about the smallfolk, was right about sending a dragon with Cole they could have killed or captured Bela and Moondancer if a dragon had accompanied him and Aegon was right with his plan to take Harrenhal back from Daemon to prevent him from raising an army.) Aegon never wanted to be king but when he wears the crown he tries to make informed and good decisions (Small Council Scene)

on the other hand

Rhaenyra, who insists on her claim but consistently shows that she is unfit to rule (even if the show refuses to acknowledge that)

and

Aemond how thinks he would be better suited to rule, he also wants the crown but also consistently makes wrong decisions and is clearly shown as a villain.

soooo nobody can tell me that HBO, the writers and everyone involved didn't notice this inconsistency in what was said and what was shown over and over again.

Maybe I'm just delulu. A girl can dream.

anyways sorry for the long post.

Please tell me what you think about this💚🖤

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