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Waking up at his side was something weird to her, against her believing of what this man was he turned out to be quite the opposite, his arms felt warm around her frame, his breath smelled like mint mixed with wine and was just as warm as a dragon’s breathing. Is this how real lovers woke up like? With all this warmth and ticklish sensation in their bellies?
With all these mixed feelings?
That’s when it downed in her, she was tangled in his arms, his legs, his warmth and high and she was fine with it, she felt comfortable, happy even. How? How could she feel like that?
He was a monster.
A killer. Her twin’s killer.
A small breath went in her lungs before she pulled away, his hands sliding down her side, brushing her skin in such a tender way for someone that could easily kill and take and not give anything back.
Her whole body felt sore, as if a whole army had stepped over her, punched her and stabbed her, her hips where bruised, her skin tainted, she didn’t even notice when he had done all of that, too lost in the pleasure, in the pain, in everything he gave to her, every small action that made her heart jump and ache.
When Aemond woke up the bed was empty, her side cold and clean, as if she had never been there, had it been a dream? Was he far too drunk that he had dreamed all that ordeal? It couldn’t be. He pushed the sheets down and saw, with his good eye, he saw the stains, the prove it all had happened. There was blood, of course there would be, it was her first and he wasn’t as gentle as he intended, his lust taking the best of him. But she wasn’t there, not even a single dark hair rom her pretty little head, the one he had held while he pushed hard into her, where her lips called his name and cried from the pleasure.
It happened. He took her. He claimed her as his. Finally.
Trying to speak with her was a new problem, she avoided him like some avoid the strom, she would get up and leave a room not even a second after laying eyes on him. She looked afraid, and it pained him to say that she even seemed… regretful.
He was sad. Aemond Targaryen was sad and angry, not like he felt when his mother acted distant or when Aegon was being the dumb little shit he always was. He was heartbroken, the woman he loved since he laid eyes on her as children still hated him, and how could she not? He was bad to her, rotting. She was oh so precious, the nicest flower on the garden and he had ripped her from her roots and kept her for himself, cutting off her leaves and the petals that he didn’t like, held her captive on his mind and heart hoping that one day she would forget, that in her eyes there would be only love and adoration for him, as if he had done no harm.
A fool in love, madness chasing behind.
The weeks after weren’t that easier, she would still avoid him, not even try to be civil when there were people around and it got worse when her family arrived to begin with Rhaenyra’s coronation. A deal was a deal, a marriage for the throne. A hope for their people.
His wife spends too much time with her siblings, the little ones clung to her like a man on the dessert did to the hope of water, Jace’s gaze never left her figure, always looking, always protecting, even daring to give him nasty looks whenever his gaze lingered a little too long on his wife.
“She’s not mad, her mind is wandering.” Helaena told him one day, as he once again fell on the routine of watching her from afar, how she smiled and laughed while carrying her brothers around. The sight made him shake, those little babes, with their silver white hair and their chubby cheeks, would they have children one day? Will she love him enough?
“Sorry, what?” He asks his sister, Helaena frowns and sighs, holds her own child close to her chest as the babe hums and sighs, his little hands holding onto his mother dress.
“Y/n.” She points and smiles, he just presses his lips together and makes it look like he understands his sister words. “Soon the fruit will fall from the branch, and the one who planted the seed will pick it up.”
The day of Rhaenyra’s coronation was sunny and warm, as if the gods themselves where happy with the event. There where still people who judged the succession, believing that no woman should rule their kingdom, that it was a mistake, others loved her and the rest thought that whoever that wasn’t Aegon was the right choice.
She was standing by his side during everything, it was expected of her, to be with her husband, to smile and cheer for her mother, and so she did, she felt happy, all what they went through lead them to happiness and victory, it was worth it.
When the ceremony was ending, she leaned her head against his arm, closing her eyes for a moment as a small frown took over her face, lips pressed together and her hands holding her own hips, he stayed still and looked at her, his hand slowly moving to rest on her lower back, thumb drawing circles over the fabric.
“Is something wrong? He asked, she shook her head, but didn’t pull away.
“Just a little dizzy.”
Aemond nodded and looked away, but his hand didn’t move from its place.
After the ceremony came a banquet, the families sat at a large table, Rhaenyra on the center of it and everyone else at her sides, husbands and wives, children even. It was a nice picture, everyone looked happy and if someone didn’t know about their history, they would think all in them was happiness and love.
She felt unwell all dinner, her mind was spinning, and the mere smell of food made her want to vomit, it was too strong, but she tried to keep the act up, smiling when talking, taking small sips of water to ease the pain in her body. Aemond took notice of all of it, he always kept an eye on her, she looked sick, her skin paler, bags under her eyes.
It all came down when she tried the food, the flavor was too strong for her stomach to handle, she pushed her chair back and got up abruptly, making everyone in the hall look at her as she ran away, soon chaos began, with the now Queen doing the same and running behind her daughter, followed by Daemon and Aemond too. They found her puking on a lone hall, holding her stomach as she cried softly, Rhaenyra rushed to her side, holding her hair and rubbing her back, Daemon kneeled by her side and spoke soft words to her.
“What’s happening?” Aemond asked as soon as he arrived, placing himself before his wife, hands itching to hold her and pull whatever sickness she had out of her body.
“I don’t know… she’s just vomiting.” Rhaenyra said with a worried frown while her daughter kept on puking all that was left in her stomach, feeling embarrassed for making such a scene on her mother’s coronation.
Daemon got up and walked towards his nephew, daggers and fire on his eyes as he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently. “What have you done to my child?” The man asked, raising his voice as he pushed the younger man to the wall.
“Nothing! I would never harm her!” Aemond defends himself, his hands gripping Daemon’s arms to keep him at bay, on the background Rhaenyra keeps asking her daughter if she’s alright.
“Have you bedded her? Rhaenyra asks, getting on her feet once again with the young woman clinging to her side, a sickly look on her face, lips glossy from her own saliva.
The question takes Aemond back, his wife blushes and looks down in something that looks like shame, the young Targaryen stays quiet before he nods. “Just once.” Rhaenyra sighs in relief at that before a big smile grown on her face, hugging y/n in her arms and kissing her temple, the answer is obvious.
“She’s with child?” Daemon asks, even if he hates Aemond’s guts there’s a small spark of joy and hope behind his eyes, his first grandchild. The Queen nods, her smile growing even brighter. Aemond looks at his wife with a surprised expression that soon turns into small tears running down his lone eye, hesitant steps lead him to her, and he kneels before her, just like before the night they spent together, his hands take hers and gives them a small squeeze. “Are you…?”
The girl looks at him, her hands shaking between his, eyes tearing up. She was pregnant, she was pregnant with Aemond’s child, it was scary but exciting at the same time. She was going to be a mother, a mother of her uncle’s child. A mother.
The celebration continued, growing even bigger with the news, everyone cheered and laughed, smiles and warmth were shared, a good start for a new life.
Prince Aemond turned out to be quite protective, more than expected. The princess was never out of his sight, he followed her everywhere, kept his hands on her at every chance, looking like a rabid dog to everyone but a gentle man to his wife, always giving her compliments, telling her how much he loved her and how she made him the happiest man alive.
For the princess things were a bit hard, she got easily tired and always had weird cravings, still she was happier than usual, still getting used to Aemond’s constant presence, but happy, nonetheless. She learned a lot of things, how to deal with back pains, how motherhood will be like, exciting yet terrifying too.
Months passed quick, too quick for her liking, somedays she didn’t feel ready for this, on good days she was eager to meet her child, how would they look like? What will be their favorite meal? Would they be nice or mean? There were a lot of things she wanted to know, and others she just wished to discover along the way.
The day their son was born it was raining, a soft, fresh rain that sang along her screams on the room, giving birth was painful, she felt like dying, like being torn apart, being stabbed multiple times. Having her mother by her side helped her a little, Rhaenyra will tell her everything would be fine, that she was doing great and she just needed to push a little more, her ears were ringing and her body felt tense, she wanted to scream even louder.
Then the sound of cries filled her ears, it was loud and small, her eyes were half closed, vision blurry but she could see it, one of her ladies with a big smile on her face, holding a crying little baby wrapped in a red blanket on her arms.
“It’s a boy princess, a beautiful boy.” The princess couldn’t help but smile and cry too, lifting her arms to hold her child, as soon as the baby was on her arms he stopped crying, and she could swear the little one smiled, tiny hands holding onto her finger as she tried to caress his face. Her small bundle of joy, her little prince.
Aemond walked into the room with quick steps as he finally was given permission, his eyes finding his wife and child, a soft smile playing on his lips as he approached, kneeling by her side and looking at her with loving eyes before the small sounds of the child got his attention.
“It’s a boy, healthy.” She said with a soft voice, her eyes never leaving the baby as she showed him to Aemond, whose eyes opened wide as he saw the child, soft brown hairs were on his head, he had his mother skin, his face soft and round just like hers when she was a child. Gods might be laughing at him, for his past crimes, for being a bad person time ago. The kid looked exactly like that boy.
“His name is Lucerys II.” The princess said, meeting his eyes with a serious gaze, she wasn’t asking, it had already been decided. “Lucerys II Targaryen.”
Aemond swallowed as he looked at his son, body tense as he nodded and looked up at her, a small smile playing on his lips before he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “As my beloved wishes. Thank you, for giving me a second chance.”
The girl just smiled and shook her head, holding the child close to her chest and kissing his cheek, it was a new beginning for the kingdom, and for them.