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The palace was full of people. Everyone rushing around, carrying food, drinks and linens. Alex hugged her things close to her chest, feeling like she was going to get lost in the sea of people. She stopped to look around, take in some of the sights, until she felt the sting on the back of her head. Larys hated her, through no fault of her own, just for existing. He loved punishing her, especially with the end of his cane. The thump hurt, she knew it would leave a nice sized bump. She rubbed her head and picked up her pace. Before she made it through the doors, Larys grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

“The king will be here to welcome us. You will be nowhere in sight when we’re greeted.” He scolded

“Yes, Lord” she replied.

“Take your things to the servant’s quarters quickly, then fetch me wine and bring it to my room” he demanded.

And with a push, she knew the conversation was over.

Aemond had heard the new hand would be arriving today and wanted to see how many new people he was going to have to get used to. He watched them from the balcony, looking down on them, because he was better than them and he knew it. He watched the hand, leading the household. Then came Larys, the crippled son. Larys walked slower than the rest, so he allowed most of the servants to go ahead of him. He watched as Larys stood to the side, letting them pass. Then, he saw her. She had the darkest hair, black like the ravens. He saw how she clung to her things and watched her look at all the sights, with wide eyes. Beautiful eyes. They were like the sea, after a storm. He saw how Larys watched her, his eyes filled with, what he could only describe as hate. Larys raised his cane and brought it down on the back of the girls head. With that, he could feel his pulse rise. He watched him grab her and say something, and with that, she disappeared into the doorway of the palace and into the darkness.

She made her way down the long hall, not sure where she was going. She turned the corner and slammed into a servant girl. Both of the stumbled backwards and with shocked looks, smiled at each other.

“Forgive me. I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going” the other girl said.

“No, it was my fault. I’m so lost” Alex returned.

“What are you looking for?” the girl asked.

“The servant’s quarters. This place is a maze, I’ve been down at least three corridors” she answered.

“Well, you’re in the right direction, at least. The rooms are just down there” she said, turning and nodding toward the end of the hall.

“Thank you. I’m Alex, by the way”

“Lizzie. Nice to meet you” she answered.

The girls shook hands and parted ways. Once inside the small, cramped room, Alex sat her things on the bed. She figured she’d better hurry, having already taken more time than she was sure Larys would be happy with. She decided she’d put her things away later and quickly left the room. She hurried herself to the kitchen, thankfully finding it quickly. She searched for a glass and a bottle of wine. Once she had them in hand she started toward the hands tower. She found Larys already settling in, neatly folding his clothes and placing them into the drawers of his dresser. He looked up to see her standing in the doorway.

“Why are you just standing there, stupid girl?” He snarled, snapping his fingers and pointing to the table.

“Sit it down there, quickly” he snapped.

“Yes, Lord” she lowered her head and quickly put it on the table.

“Is there anything else, Lord?” She asked.

“Not now, but I’ll have my supper in here tonight. Inform my father of this” he demanded.

“Yes, Lord” she answered.

She could hear how he slightly emphasized MY. Which he always did. But, little did he know, it never bothered her. Most of what he did, didn’t bother her. She usually just ignored him, when she could get away with it. She started down the hall, back toward her chamber, when Aemond rounded the corner, slamming into her and almost knocking her down.

“Watch where you’re going, girl” he snarled.

“You ran into me” she demanded.

“How dare you speak back to me!” He snapped, backing her into the wall and towering over her.

Usually when he did this, the servant girls would cower and start to cry. He never laid is hands on them, but he did enjoy intimidating them. But, she didn’t cower or, to his surprise, even look frightened. Instead, she made herself bigger, trying to get as close to eye level as she could.

“I’ll speak back to anyone who tries to intimidate me” she snapped back.

He couldn’t think of anything to say. Usually, he would have a smart remark, but he was completely blanking. Instead, he looked her up and down, eyebrow raised.

“Hmm” is all he said, as he backed up out of her space and walked away.

That was the first time that she would see a Targaryen in person. But, it was most definitely not the last.

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It had been about a week since Alex had arrived at the palace. She was quickly settling in. She had become friends with the other servant girl, Lizzie. They mostly worked in the kitchen together. They both liked cooking and were more than fair at it. They were finishing up with the trays and handing them out to the other girls to take to the rooms. One of the girls, Jenna, grabbed a tray and asked where it was going.

“That’s Prince Aemond’s tray” Alex answered.

The girl looked at it and grimaced.

“Ugh, I hate taking his food. He’s so mean to me” she whined.

Alex and Lizzie rolled their eyes at each other.

“Just take it in and set it out for him. Don’t talk to him” Lizzie said.

The girl nodded and went on her way. When she reached his room, she knocked quietly and waited for him to answer.

“What?” He yelled.

“Supper, my prince” the girl answered.

“Well, bring it inside and set it on the table. Why do you knock? Have I ever turned away my supper?” He looked at her in irritation.

She didn’t answer and kept her head down. Eyes looking at her feet. He took a few steps toward her, watching her back away and seeing the fear in her eyes. He stood in front of her, over her. He lowered his face to look her in the eyes. When he met her gaze, he snapped his fingers in front of her face. She flinched and whined.

“Do you not understand my words, stupid girl?” He asked.

“No, my prince…I mean, yes, my prince. I understand. Forgive me” she cried.

“Out!” He demanded.

With that she ran out of the room, leaving his door open. She heard him slam the door behind her, but she didn’t look back.

He hated the servants. They walked on eggshells around him, for no reason at first. Just because of his looks, they feared him. Even after losing his eye, he tried to be kind to people, smiling at them as he passed them in the hallway. But, after a while, the smiles started to fade. Then they were gone and were replaced with distasteful looks. Sometimes it felt like he never smiled, or rather, didn’t have a reason to smile.
He sat at the table and ate his dinner, savoring the taste. He knew she had made it. He could tell her food, she liked using salt, sometimes a lot of salt. But, he was always happy to have well-seasoned food. As he finished the last piece of roll, dipping it into the gravy, he noticed something wrapped in a towel, on the try. He unwrapped it and smiled at its contents. It was a delicious looking lemon cake. It was soft and moist, with the perfect lemon flavor. The perfect end to a meal. He sat the tray in the hall for the servants and retired to his reading chair, collecting the book he’d been reading.

The other girl had made her way back to the kitchen and declared she wouldn’t be taking his tray anymore.

“He hates me!” She cried. “I won’t take his food anymore!”

“Fine, I’ll take it tomorrow. Stop your whining!” Alex said, rolling her eyes at her friend.

“I’m done for the night, are you?” She asked.

“Yes, thank the Gods” Lizzie answered.

“I’m going to my room and having a bath” she said, grabbing a bottle of wine from the shelf, along with a glass. “And a drink” she smiled.

“I believe you’re on to something, my dear” Lizzie said, doing the same.

Once she was in her room, she warmed her water and filled the bath. She poured herself a drink and slipped into the warm water. Every muscle hurt, but the wine was quickly making it all better. She stayed that way until the warm water was getting too cold. She stood to grab her towel, when there was a knock on her door. She assumed it was Lizzie, they usually liked to drink together before bed.

“It’s open” she said, reaching for her towel.

The door opened and instead of her friend standing there, it was the prince. He looked her up and down, without blinking. A smirk crept on his face.

“ I would’ve came to your chambers sooner, had I known this is how you greet your guests” he smiled, watching her struggle.

“What’re you doing?” She snapped, trying as hard as she could to get the uncooperative towel around herself.

“I apologize for…” he waved his hand towards her, as he turned away.

She hadn’t meant to snap at him, but he had also scared her a bit.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. You kinda scared me. I wasn’t expecting a man’s voice” she laughed a bit at herself.

“No, no, don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I would’ve snapped too” he answered as he turned back to her.

She had slipped on her robe while he had his back to her, which was a sad sight. He liked her naked. He wanted her naked, but he was there to thank her for the cake, nothing else.

“Well, it’s only fair that I see you naked now. You’ll have to let me know when you’re going to have your next bath” she laughed heartily at that. Making him laugh.

He looked beautiful when he smiled, she thought to herself. Why doesn’t he smile more? She considered herself a funny person, most people did. She always had a way of making people laugh. And, now she was definitely thankful for that gift.

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll let you know then. Or perhaps, next time we could just take one together. Save some time and effort on both our parts” he smiled at her. Hoping to himself she wouldn’t get offended.

She laughed and nodded.

“Maybe we should” she answered.

They stood there, inches from each other, staring at each other. Until she spoke.

“What brings you to the dungeons?” She jested.

“Oh, well, I just wanted to tell you, in person, that the cake was delicious. Lemon cake is my favorite” he answered.

“I know it is” she smiled up at him. She watched as the corner of his lips curled up slightly, knowing she had flattered him.

“You do, do you? How do you know that?” He asked, staring into her beautiful eyes.

“Someone may have mentioned it, and I have a good memory” she answered.

“I didn’t think you’d care what I liked or disliked, considering how we met. Unless you’re trying to poison me” he quirked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

“You never know” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

She walked toward the chair sitting by the fireplace, then turned to him and smiled.

“I jest, my prince” she sat in the chair and offered him the one next to her.

He sat down and she handed him a glass of wine. He took the glass from her and took a sip. He cringed at the taste of the cheap wine and swallowed hard.

“What the fuck is that?” He questioned, pointing at the cup.

She laughed hard at the question and turned to face him.

“That’s what the peasants drink, my Lord” she laughed again.

“That’s terrible” he said, setting his cup down. “I think I’m good” he smiled at her, watching her smile.

They sat there, talking and laughing for hours. Asking each other about themselves. He knew it was almost dawn and that she needed to rest. He stood and cleared his throat.

“I should go, you need your rest” he said, looking down at her.

“I would offer to let you stay, but the bed’s worse than the wine” she laughed, but she noticed he wasn’t. He was just looking at her.

“I’m joking, nothing’s worse than the wine” she smiled up at him.

He leaned down to her and she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he took her hand and kissed it. It was the sweetest, most intimate thing she’d ever experienced and it caused goosebumps on her arms. He looked up from where his lips were still pressed to her hand and smiled sweetly at her. She smiled back, staring at his beautiful features.

“Good night, sweetling” he said, standing and walking to the door.

“Good night, my Lord” she answered, following him and opening the door for him.

He turned and walked through the door, looking back after a few steps, seeing her watching him. He smiled as he turned the corner to head to his quarters.

Gods she was going to be tired tomorrow, or rather, today. But, it was worth it. She enjoyed learning things about the prince. How he liked reading, mostly history books. How much he liked food, almost as much as her. And then, how he lost his eye. He had been shy about it at first, but when she had assured him that he was still beautiful (a term he had hated), he told her the story of how he lost it in a fight with his uncle, when he was just ten years old. He had been interested in her as well. Asking her about herself and trying to learn all he could about her. She laid in bed, thinking about everything they talked about. Wondering if he was thinking about her.

And he was.

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Aemond laid in his bed, thinking about her for the rest of the night. Well after the sun came up, he was still lost in her gaze. She had a way of looking at him that made him feel amazing and self-conscious at the same time. Like she could see right through him and into his soul. He closed his eyes and let his hand wonder to his night pants. He could feel himself getting harder, just thinking about her naked body, standing there, wet and begging to be touched. He wanted to touch her. He slid his hand into his pants and retrieved his cock, freeing himself. He stroked hard and fast, wanting to feel the release as fast as possible. Hoping that with it, sleep would come to him. He felt his climax coming fast, grabbing his shirt, he came hard into it. Moaning and stroking himself through the pleasure. Once he had finished and threw the shirt to the floor, he fell fast asleep. When he awoke in the afternoon, he was surprised to see her in his room. He was shocked and sat up fast, looking at her.

“Sorry, I tried not to wake you. I’m here for the laundry” she smiled, as she continued to gather his clothes that had been tossed about the room.

She leaned down to grab the shirt that lay next to his bed. That’s when he remembered what that shirt had been used for. He grabbed her hand before she reached the shirt.

“Not that one” he said, realizing he was still holding her arm, he smiled and released her. “I’m going to put that on” he explained.

“Oh, okay. Sorry” she answered, smiling at him.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for” he replied.

He noticed her glancing at him and wondered if he had something on him or if she somehow knew something. He looked at himself and realized how ridiculous he must look. He was sitting in his bed, shirtless, with his bed head.

She couldn’t help looking at him. She was trying to be subtle about it, but he looked so gorgeous. His hair unkept and hanging around his face. His shirtless chest, with his lean body. He sat there, arms resting on his knees, looking at her. She wondered what kind of lover he would be. She figured he’d be wild in bed. He would probably be rough and fast, but she figured it would be amazing. She knew he had caught her and she could feel herself blush slightly. With a small bow of her head, she quickly left, not giving him time to say anything

He thought she had been looking at him with disgust, but the red on her cheeks told him otherwise. He was flattered that she looked at him like that. He definitely looked at her like that. His good mood was quickly ruined when he arrived in his fathers chambers. He had been admiring the model of Valeria, when his father came in.

“Father, how are you feeling today?” He asked.

“I’m feeling fine, son. What brings you to my chambers? Not just checking in on your father, I assume” the King answered.

“Why is that so hard to believe? I do care how you feel, father” Aemond answered.

“Hmm, okay. I apologize, my son. I did not know you cared for my well-being so” Viserys said.

“That’s a foolish thing to say, father. I don’t understand who would put such things in your head. Perhaps it’s my grandfather that whispers about me in your ear” Aemond questioned, eyebrows scrunched together.

“No matter, son. I do have news, though. I hope you’ll keep your calm, but Daemon is here. He’s back from his adventure and wanted to see us” Viserys said, worriedly.

“Hmm” Aemond replied. He could feel his blood boil. He hadn’t seen Daemon for 9 years, not since he had taken his eye.

“Aemond, the past is behind us, let us leave it there. Make amends with Daemon. He’s family” he said. Hoping his words wouldn’t fall on deaf ears.

“I’ve told your uncle the same thing. He wishes to be forgiven. He was young and fool…” Aemond left before he could finish his sentence.

He stalked down the hall, toward his mother’s room. When he reached the door, he knocked quietly.

“Yes?” She answered. The guard at the door, opened it, announcing Aemond’s arrival.

“Prince Aemond, your grace” he said, stepping aside as Aemond entered the room.

“So, my uncle wishes to make amends. Did you know?” He asked.

“I’ve been informed, my son” she answered, reaching out and laying a hand on his arm. “He will never be forgiven, not by me” she said with confidence.

“If he were to apologize to me, and mean it, I could be compelled to forgive him. But, what are the chances of that happening?” He raised and eyebrow at her. They shared a smile and sat together in front of the fireplace.

“What he did to you, it wasn’t fair. You know that, right? You were a child and he was a skilled fighter” she looked at him with concern.

“Yes, mother, I know. But, I’m not a child anymore. And, I also have Vhagar now” he smiled at her, trying to give her comfort.

They sat together for a while, until the silence got to him. He said his goodbyes to her and left her room.

After leaving Aemond’s room, Alex made her way to the kitchen. She was greeted by Lizzie, who asked what she did last night.

“I came to your room, but saw you had a guest, so I left. And, just what did you and the angry prince have to talk about?” Lizzie questioned.

“He came to thank me for the cake, but I assumed it was you when he knocked, so he saw me completely naked” she laughed, watching Lizzie try not to laugh and losing the battle.

“Well, no wonder he stayed then” Lizzie laughed.

“Then, we just started talking and before we knew it, it was morning” she said.

“Oh, I almost forgot, Larys requested your presence as soon as I saw you” Lizzie told her, readying a tray for her to take to him.

“Ugh, I can only imagine what he wants” she said, taking the tray and thanking her.

She knocked on the door to Larys room and heard him slam something down on the table. She knew he was mad at her for some reason.

“What?” He shouted.

“It’s me, I’ve got your food, Lord” she answered.

“Get in here, girl” he demanded as he opened the door.

Once she was inside, he slammed the door and grabbed her arm. She spun around, dropping the tray of food. He pushed her against the wall and squeezed her neck hard, cutting off her breathing. She scratched at his hand, but he held her there, glaring at her.

“Why was the prince in your chambers last night? Don’t you dare lie to me. Did he bed you, you little slut?” He questioned, his face in hers.

“No” she managed to whisper, his grip still tight.

“You better not let him fuck you. I will send you back to Harrenhall and let all the guards have you” with that he released her throat, letting her drop to the ground.

She gasped for air, on her hands and knees in the floor. He looked over her, waiting for her to pick up the mess he had made when he had grabbed her. She put the dishes back on the tray and started to stand. Before she could get to her feet, he grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her back down.

“No, you will crawl out of my room, like the dog you are” he snarled at her.

She did as he commanded, and crawled out into the hall, fighting back the tears in her eyes. She wouldn’t let him see her cry. She would never let him see that. When she heard the door shut, she stood up and continued down the hallway. She knew people saw her, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter if she did, it happened and she wasn’t going to let it break her down. He has done worse to her and she knows he will again.

She finished the days work and happily went to her room. She had a bath and a drink. As she was sitting by the fire, drinking and reading her book, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in” she answered.

With that, Aemond was entering the room. When she saw him, she stood and smiled at him.

“My Prince, another visit? What are the women going to think? You’re trying to get me killed, huh” she teased.

“You’re a fool” he smiled.

She could see he wasn’t in the best of moods, so she offered him a drink and motioned for him to join her.

“Are you okay?” She asked after a few seconds of silence.

“I’m fine, sorry. Just one of those days” he answered, smiling at her.

He saw that she was concerned, and not completely satisfied with his answer.

“My uncle is here, the uncle” he motioned to his eye to emphasize which uncle.

“Oh” she replied. “I’m sorry” she looked at him with a small smile.

“It’s fine. He wants to make peace, but he hasn’t come to see me” he shrugged.

“Maybe he’s trying to think of the right thing to say to you” she offered.

“Well, he could just say…hey, I’m sorry I took your eye. It was stupid and I was young” he said.

He realized he may have sounded a little condescending, so he gave her a slight smile, tilting his head a bit.

She knew he thought he’d hurt her feelings with his answer, so she reached out and took his hand. He looked confused, but allowed her to do it.

“He could do that, or maybe he could make you a lemon cake to apologize” she jested, making him smile.

“You’re a fool. But, I wouldn’t mind a cake at all” he answered, watching her return his smile.

“I enjoy your company, you know” he said, looking down at their hands.

“You better” she answered. “I enjoy your company too” she added.

“You better” he smiled.

They sat together for a while before they began to get sleepy.

“I should let you sleep” he said, standing to leave.

“You just want to go sleep yourself” she laughed, standing to see him out.

They reached the door, but when she opened it, he turned to her. He leaned in to kiss her and she went to meet him. Before his lips touched hers, he stopped, making her open her eyes. He was staring at her, like he was mad. She wondered what she could have done to make him mad. But, then she remembered earlier, when Larys had choked her. He was staring at the bruises on her neck.

“What the fuck happened to your neck?” He asked, moving her head from side to side. “Don’t lie to me either” he demanded.

“It’s nothing” she answered. “Sometimes I like to choke myself” she tried to joke, but he wasn’t joking.

“I’m serious. I want to know who did this. Was it a guard?” He questioned.

“No, it wasn’t a guard” she huffed, and then added “it was Larys. He hates me, it’s not a big deal”

“Hmm” with that, he was marching down the hall. She knew where he was going.

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Aemond was on fire. The fact that Larys thought he could put his hands on her and have no repercussions, made him livid. When he reached his room, he knocked hard. He heard shuffling from inside the room.

“Yes?” He heard.

“It is your prince, Aemond. I wish to speak with you. Open the door” he answered, not insulting, but demanding.

The door opened slightly, revealing Larys in his night clothes.

“My prince, I have not dressed for your visit” he answered.

“I do not need you to dress, Lord Larys. I just need you to hear me” he said, pushing himself inside the door.

Larys stumbled back a bit, then regained his footing. Unsure of what Aemond might have to say, he was wary.

“You put your hands on Alex, Lord” Aemond stated, matter-of-factly.

“She is of my house, my prince. I can punish her as I see fit” Larys answered.

“She is of your house, but you have no rights to punish her. Especially, when the prince says so. Do you disagree, Lord Larys?” He questioned.

“Of course, my prince. I meant no insult. She has just been behaving unseemly” he answered, bowing his head a bit.

“That gives you the right to choke her so hard you leave bruises? What would your father think?” Aemond demanded, looking at him with hate-filled eyes.

“Of course not, my Lord. I was just overcome with emotions when I saw her last. Implications of her whoring herself to you made me react harshly, my prince” he answered.

“She was not whoring herself to me, you wretch. We were talking” Aemond stated. “But, if I wanted to have her, I would. I am the prince. And, who are you to tell me I can’t have a servant girl?” His voice was filled with venom.

“Of course, my prince. You can do as you please. If you want her, take her. Although, my father may have some say in the matter. She is his bastard” Larys answered him, in a way that made Aemond want to take his head off right there.

“I’m aware of that fact, Lord. Im sure your father would have no problem with me taking her” he leaned in close to Larys, insuring he would hear him clearly “perhaps you want her for yourself and she does not want you back. Could that be where the hate comes from? The fact that she rejects you” Aemond said, watching Larys face.

Hate started to fill his face, but before he reacted, he calmed himself. Larys was, by all accounts, a jackass. But, he was no fool. He knew better than to argue with Aemond. He knew it would only lead to trouble. Before he could say anything, Aemond grabbed his throat, cutting off his airway. He tried pushing him away, but Aemond only tightened his grip. He almost lost consciousness before the prince let him go. He dropped to the floor and gasped for air.

“If you touch her again, I’ll feed you to Vhagar. Do you understand me?” Aemond had squatted, positioning himself in front of Larys.

“Yes, my prince. As you command” Larys strained to answer.

With that Aemond turned and left the room.

Alex wished he hadn’t seen. She knew where he had went and what he was, probably, doing. She also knew that she was going to be in even more trouble this time. Larys had warned her not to see him again. He will know she did now and he will hurt her. Before she can worry too much, there was a hard knock on her door. She opened it, finding Aemond leaned on the doorframe. His features softened when he saw her and he let his lips curl into a small smile.

“I want you to come with me” he said, reaching for her hand.

“Okay” she answered, grabbing his hand in return and allowing him to lead her from her chambers.

He took her to his room, a room she had seen many times, but it was different this time. The candles were lit, along with a warm fire in the fireplace. But, the room was still dim. She imagined he liked it like that, barely lit. Not unlike herself. She always liked the darkness, only keeping a few candles lit in her own room.

“You’re going to be staying with me” he said, turning to her.

“I don’t think your mother and father would like that very much” she answered.

“Well, you’re not staying with them” he returned, smiling.

“I’m aware. But, they still have a say in who you keep in your room, do they not?” She said, giving him a smirk in return.

“They do not, as a matter of fact” with that he laid back on his bed, bringing his hands under his head, like he had achieved something.

He watched her look around the room, and could tell she was worried. He knew she was scared of Larys, of what he might do to her.

“Don’t worry, he won’t touch you again. Just stay clear of him. Have the other girls take his trays to him” he told her, hoping to ease her mind a bit.

“I’m not worried about him. I think I can take him” she flexed her arms, showing her (non-existent) muscles and laughed. Making him laugh at her ridiculousness.

He watched her as she stood in front of him. Her beautiful smile, making him melt. Before he knew what he was doing, he was standing in front of her. She batted her eyes at him a few times, making him want to explode. He kissed her and it was electric. He slid his hands down her sides and rested them on her hips, then he had them on her ass.

She kissed him so hard, she thought her teeth were going to break, but she didn’t care. She pulled at his hair as he squeezed her ass and hips. She could hear the light moan he made when she pulled his hair, so she decided that he must like it, and did it again. Again, he groaned with pleasure. She pulled at his shirt, and he obliged, lifting his arms and allowing her to take it off.

When she pulled his hair, he wanted to ravage her. He had always hated having his hair pulled when he was younger. And, even later, when he’d visit the pleasure house and the girls would do it, it never excited him. But, when she did it, it was pure ecstasy. He untied her dress, as she removed his shirt. When he had finally released her from her dress, it dropped to the floor, revealing an, almost, see through shift. He quickly helped her out of that, and she stood before him, naked and gorgeous. He stepped back to have a nice, long look at her.

“Gods, you’re amazing” he whispered.

“You’re not so bad, yourself, my prince” she smiled, untying his belt and watching his pants fall to the floor.

She giggled at the sight of him, standing there naked, with his pants around his ankles. He shook his head and smiled at her, before kicking them off.

“You’re a child” he teased, pulling her to him.

“Sometimes” she laughed, as he pulled her in for a kiss.

His hands roamed her body. He touched every inch of her that he could reach. Feeling her soft skin, and the way she would get goosebumps when he ran his fingertips up and down her sides.

She loved the way his hands felt on her body. They were rough and large, but he touched her gently. Making her shiver, when he traced down her spine. She touched him all over, as well. Feeling the lean muscles of his arms, chest, and then, his stomach.

Before he could keep his footing, she pushed him back on the bed. He landed softly on his ass, and reached for her, pulling her to him. He sucked on her perfect, round tits. Sucking on her nipple and making her moan and press into him. He pulled her on top of him, kissed her, and then flipped them over, so he was on top of her. He kissed down her chest, to her stomach, then further. He settled himself between her legs, opening them, and letting her thighs rest on his shoulders. He kissed one thigh, then the other. He licked his was up one, almost reaching her knee, then back down. He could feel her shudder underneath him. He figured she’d never been touched like this before, but she wasn’t at all shy about it. He made his way back to her center, letting his tongue part her folds and make contact with her clit. She squirmed a bit at the sensation, but he held her firmly. With his thumbs, he opened her up to him. He licked and sucked on her clit, sliding down and dipping his tongue inside her and making her moan. He loved the sounds she made. He would be happy just doing this all night. Making her moan and squirm.

When Aemond had first started making his decline down her torso, she started getting a bit nervous. She was always self-conscious about herself. She wondered if she smelled good or bad, what he would think of her scent or her taste. But, when he started, she forgot all the worries she had. His tongue was magic. She knew he had done this so many times before. He was making her head dizzy, licking her, she thought it couldn’t feel better, until he started using his fingers.

He watched her face, seeing what she liked most. What made her moan more, or move more. When he slid his middle finger inside her, she moved with him. Grinding against his fingers, he knew she liked that. He felt her thighs start to shake and felt them getting tighter. He held her legs apart harder and licked faster, tighter circles around her clit. She came hard, gasping for air and trying to wriggle away from him. He didn’t release his grip until she was through her third orgasm, and begging him to stop.

“Please, Aemond. I can’t, I just can’t” she pleaded, out of breath and panting.

“Fine….for now” she smiled devilishly.

After taking a second to catch her breath, she sat up and turned to him.

“That was…amazing” she smiled. “You must make the whores happy with that tongue” she added, poking his side.

“I would t do that to a whore” he laughed. “I’d be tasting every dick in King’s Landing” he joked.

She laughed at his crude humor. She kissed him, then started to make her on descent down him. Slowly licking and biting places. Biting his nipple and causing a hiss to escape his lips.

“Be nice” he scolded, pulling her hair gently.

“I like that, pull my hair” she said, and he did as she commanded. He tugged her gently back by her hair, and kissed her lips.

She continued her journey down his body, until she reached his, already, hard cock. She licked the length of it, and when she reached the head, she took it into her mouth. She sucked the tip, stroking the shaft with her hand. He moaned and tensed.

“Is that okay?” She asked, looking up at him. To that, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed her back to his cock. He could feel her smirking, but he didn’t care.

She sucked and stroked him, looking up to see his face every now and then. She loved the way he looked, and the fact that she was the one making him look that way. She could feel his body start to shake and knew he was almost there. She sucked harder and stroked faster, until he was groaning and cumming in her mouth. She sucked him through his orgasm. When he had finished, she sat up, smiled at him and wiped her mouth.

When she put his cock in her mouth, he thought he was going to cum right then. But, he had control over his body, and it wasn’t going to screw him out of this. He loved the way she acted all innocent, asking if he liked it like this or that. She could’ve done anything to him, and he would’ve liked it. Then, there she sat, smiling and proud of herself. He wanted to fuck her so bad, he wanted to be inside her. He pulled her to him, and kissed her sweetly. He laid her back, and positioned himself between her legs.

“Have you ever…done…this?” He asked, looking down at her.

“Does it matter?” She questioned, smiling at him.

“No, of course not. I just don’t want to slam it in, if you haven’t. Might hurt a bit” he shrugged and smiled.

“Good point. And…no, I haven’t” she replied, turning her head a little, so she wasn’t looking him in the eyes.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know. I lost my virtue to a whore. Now that’s something to be ashamed of, sweetling” he told her, placing a finger under her chin, and forcing her to look at him.

“I’m not ashamed, not really. It’s just…you, you know. You’re you, and I don’t know. It’s stupid” she smiled, looking at him again.

“And you’re, you. I think I’ve been in love with you since that first night we spent together” he smiled, and kissed her. She kissed back.

He stroked himself a couple of times, and lined himself up with her. He pushed inside her, slowly, and waited for her to adjust to the feeling. He started moving slowly, until she was panting and telling him it was okay. His pace quickened, and he got into a good rhythm. He pushed into her, hard, making her bite her lip. He stopped, worried he’d hurt her too badly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to be so hard” he said, trying to regulate his breathing.

Instead of her saying anything, she smiled, and quickly rolled them both over, so she was on top. She moved her hips, grinding on him. He met her with his own movements. As she rode him, he thrust into her, making her moan and whisper his name. That was something he would love for the rest of his life.

She fell forward, grabbing the headboard of the bed, and continued to ride him. He noticed she was tiring, so he changed positions. She was grateful to him, and gave him a smile, thanking him. He smiled back, and winked at her. He entered her again, and started to fuck her properly, making her moan. He could feel himself getting ready to erupt, but he knew he couldn’t finish first, so he reached down, and started to rub her clit in small, tight circles, with his finger.

“I’m not going to last much longer, sweetling” he panted, rubbing her faster, and adding a little more pressure.

“Oh Gods, Aemond” she panted, closing her eyes tightly.

He felt her clench around his cock, and heard her call his name. Her soft insides were so wet, and still tight around him. He knew she had came, and with that, his own release happened. He came hard, inside her, panting. He collapsed on top of her, and kissed her face, both laughing from the high they felt. After a few seconds, he rolled off of her, and lay next to her, offering her an arm to lay on, which she happily took.

“That was amazing” she said, looking up at him.

“That was….well, yes, amazing is a great word for it” he smiled, eyes closed, and getting sleepy.

“Oh, and, don’t forget…yoouu…looove….me” she said, in a singsong voice, poking his ribs and making him smile.

“Yes, yes. Don’t be a child about it” he teased, kissing her head.

They fell asleep like that, entangled in each others arms. Her leg draped across his, and his arm around her waist.

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The next few days were a blur for the both of them. They stayed in Aemond’s room, mostly his bed. All their food was brought to them, per Aemond’s orders. He had told her he didn’t want her working anymore, she had laughed, not thinking he was serious. She had asked for a few days leave, and it was granted, but the time had come for her to return to work.

She woke about midday, and got dressed in her uniform. She left a note for Aemond on the side table, knowing he would find it there. As she entered the kitchen, she saw how the other girls looked at her. She ignored them, and started working on the days meals. Only looking up to see Lizzie enter the room. She smiled at her friend, as she walked toward her.

“Well, you’re all the servants have been talking about the past few days. You and the prince, that is” Lizzie said with a smile.

“What ever do you mean?” She replied, with a smirk.

“Apparently, Prince Aemond almost killed Larys a few nights ago. Although, I think he embellished a bit” Lizzie chuckled.

“He’s always looking for attention, good or bad. He likes to cause trouble, and then act like he’s so innocent” Alex replied, rolling her eyes.

Aemond woke about an hour after Alex left, to an empty bed. Why did she insist on leaving, he thought to himself, as he read her note. He poured some water into his basin, and washed his face. He stalked down the hall, and to the kitchen, where he knew she would be.

“Why did you leave me?” He asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.

He knew the other girls were watching, but he didn’t care. Let them run and tell his father or his mother. He intended on making her his wife, and they couldn’t stop him. She turned and faced him, giving him a small peck on the lips and a smile.

“I have to work” she answered. “Want me to get in trouble?” She added, raising her eyebrow at him.

“You wouldn’t, I swear it. I’ll tell them now, if you allow me to” he pleaded.

“You want me in your bed at all times, I see” she whispered, smiling at him.

“Not just for that. I just want you…..around” he waved his hands, to exaggerate the “around” part.

“I am around, always. Usually, in the kitchen” she smiled.

“How about this, I’ll make us something to eat after I’m done with supper, and we can discuss it over food?” She added, getting a smile from him, like he’d won. And, maybe he had, she wasn’t sure.

Aemond kissed her face, and retreated to his room, letting her finish her work. When the food was done and the trays were filled, the girls started taking them out. One by one, the girls left, hurrying off to the rooms. Alex stood in the kitchen, making Aemond and herself a tray. She hadn’t noticed when someone came in behind her. She heard a sound, and turned, finding Larys standing there.

“There you are” he said with a low tone.

“Do you need something, Lord?” She asked, in a her own, low tone.

“I haven’t seen you for days. I guess the prince decided to claim you after all” he smiled, hoping the statement would get to her.

“I guess so” is all she replied, not engaging with his attempt at an argument.

“You know he only wanted you because I told him no, right?” Larys smirked, grabbing a grape off of the tray, and popping it into his mouth.

“Okay” she answered. “Whatever you think, Lord” She added, knowing he would be infuriated.

With that, Larys slapped her across the face, landing hard on her check, under her left eye. Her head jerked to the side, and she winced from the shock and pain. Before he knew it, Alex backhanded him, knocking him off balance. He tried to grab the counter, but missed, and fell to the ground. She kicked him in his stomach and ribs a couple of times, knocking the air out of him.

“How dare you! I’ll have you beat to death for this!” He shouted, with venom in his voice.

“Don’t you ever put your hands on me again, you worm. I’ll beat you to death myself, ” she hissed back, standing over him.

She turned and stormed out of the room, down the hall to Aemond’s room. She was happy she remembered the tray of food, she didn’t want to explain what happened to Aemond, afraid of what he might do. When she entered, he was sitting in front of the fireplace, legs crossed and reading a book. He turned and smiled, when he saw her standing there.

“Finally, I’m starving. Completely ravenous” he joked, standing to help her with the tray.

“Gods, you’re dramatic” she chuckled and rolled her eyes at him.

He sat the food on the table and turned to her, with a devilish grin.

“I didn’t say what I was hungry for, did I?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, that’s what you want for supper?” She smiled, and started to untie her dress at the shoulder.

With that, he was across the room, and standing in front of her, tickling her sides and making her squeak with laughter. She pushed at him.

“Stop it, Aemond! Don’t…do…that!” She tried to demand, but he was merciless, and he knew the spots that were most vulnerable.

“Make me stop” he said, grabbing at her side, while she swatted his hands.

She quickly undressed, hoping to make him stop. That seemed to do the trick. He even helped her slip out of her shift, and she relieved him of his shirt. The rest of the night was spent in hours of pleasure, for both of them.

After a while, they fell asleep, wrapped up in each others arms. It wasn’t till midday, that they awoke. Both stretching and yawning.

“Morning, beautiful” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Morning, my handsome prince” she replied, kissing his chin.

She sat up and scanned the room for her things. After locating them, she started dressing, while Aemond watched.

He loved the way she looked when she first woke. She looked wild and unkept. Her black hair, tousled and falling in waves around her. He loved her naked body, her curves, her pale, soft skin. He wanted her to be his forever. Before he thought, he blurted out.

“Marry me”

She was trying to find her other shoe, when Aemond’s question came, quietly, from where he sat on the bed.

“What?” She asked, thinking she hadn’t heard him correctly.

“Marry me?” This time he spoke louder, but still in a calm, yet determined, voice.

“You’d never be allowed to marry me. You know that” she answered, feeling her heart break a little.

“I think they would be okay with it. After it’s done” he smirked.

“Do it in secret?” She asked, eyes wide.

“Why not? I love you, I think you love me…” before he could finish, she cut him off.

“You KNOW I love you, you fool” she corrected.

“Then, say yes. I’ll do the rest” he pleaded.

“Okay, yes. I say yes” she answered, smiling excitedly.

“Wonderful. Now get back here, it’s cold” he held the cover up, so she could slip back under them.

Over the next few days, she was nervous. She knew if anyone found out, she’d be shipped back to Harrenhal, never to be seen again. She waited till everyone was out of the kitchen one night, taking Lizzie to the pantry, she told her of their plans to be married.

“You can’t say anything to anyone, you have to promise” Alex said, knowing in her heart, her friend would never tell.

“Who would I tell? I have only you for a friend” she chuckled.

“Well, same” she laughed, shrugging.

She told her of their plan to marry, and Lizzie was all too happy to help.

“How can I help? “ she asked.

“I honestly don’t know” Alex answered.

“I’ll do whatever I can” Lizzie said, smiling.

“I know you will. I want you there, at the wedding, if no one else” Alex said.

“Then, I will be there” Lizzie returned.

Meanwhile, Aemond had been making his plans. They would leave when the tourney began. It was only a week away, giving him enough time to put things in order. He had to find a Septon willing to marry them. He knew it would be hard to convince them, considering it would be behind the King’s back. But, even holy men had a price. Then, there was the matter of where they would go. Across the sea, he thought, but his father had spies there. His father had spies everywhere.

Alex had been making plans of her own. She knew that wherever they went, people would know Aemond, or rather, Vhagar. So, instead of going to Essos, she thought deep in the woods would be a better place to hide. Somewhere that wasn’t heavily populated, like a fishing village up North.

She made her way down the hall, thinking about their escape, when she was grabbed from behind.

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Alex fought against her attackers, but it did nothing. The two guards that held her, were much bigger than her, and a lot stronger. She recognized one of them, having seen him with Larys on several occasions. Had he found out their plan, or was he just in the mood to torture her, seizing the opportunity, when she was alone. They dragged her through the door, and flung her at Larys feet. She quickly shot up, fixing her dress skirts, and wiping her hands off.

“So, you thought I wouldn’t find out about your plans?” He questioned, scowling at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she spat.

“I have eyes and ears everywhere. Your prince has not gone unnoticed. He speaks with Septons in the dark corners of the palace, where he thinks no one sees” he whispered, smiling.

“What he does is no concern of mine” she said.

“I told you what would happen to you if you didn’t stop seeing him, did I not?” With that, he motioned for his guards to grab her.

She fought against them, but one of them punched her in the stomach, knocking the air from her. She gasped, and tried to catch her breath. While she was still coughing, the other guard ripped her dress from her body. She tried to grab it, but he held tight. The other guard grabbed her arms from behind, making it impossible for her to get away. They stripped her naked, as Larys looked on, watching every hit or slap that landed on her. He instructed them to hit her harder, then to her horror, he told them to take turns with her.

“How can you do this to me?”she cried. “I’ve never done anything to you” she added, hoping he would have a change of heart.

“You were born” he hissed, motioning for them to begin.

They took turns, assaulting and beating her, until she was barely breathing. Larys watched, excitedly. She saw him touching himself while they did those horrible things to her. They must have stopped when she fell unconscious, because they next thing she knew, she was being cared away.

Aemond paced his room, hands folded neatly behind him. He was bored. Was his life always this boring before he met her, he wondered. It was well after supper, but he knew that sometimes she liked to stay behind and chat with Lizzie, catching up on all the gossip. Gossip that he loved to hear himself. She would tell him things she’d learned, and he would relay the whispers of the court to her, knowing she would tell her friend. He loved how excited she’d get when she’d learn something scandalous from him. He stopped his pacing, grabbing a book from the shelf, he sat down in his chair by the fire, to read.

Alex knew she had some broken ribs. She could tell by the crackling sounds she was making with every breath, and how it hurt to breathe. She tried to move herself, but couldn’t. She lay there, naked and bloody, wondering if she was going to die. With that thought, she decided she had to get up. She got to her feet, and started walking, on trembling legs, down the dark hallway. She wasn’t sure where she was, at first, but then quickly realized she was close to Lizzie’s room. She dragged herself to her door, holding her ribs, and knocked quietly. When Lizzie opened the door, her eyes grew to the size of gold dragons. Alex knew she must look horrible, just by her reaction. Lizzie brought her inside, helped her clean herself up, and put on a nice, soft shift. “Will you get me something strong to drink and something for the pain?” She asked, after she got herself situated in the bed. “Of course. And, food. You need to eat something” Lizzie answered, heading for the door. “And…a tea” Alex added, knowing there was a chance she’d get pregnant from one of the guards. “Right” she said, storming out of the room, mad at whoever had hurt her friend. Alex tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, finally finding a position that hurt less than the others. When Lizzie returned, tray in hand, she informed her that Aemond was looking for her. “What did you tell him?” Alex asked, not sure how he would react to seeing her like this. “I told him you were staying with me tonight, you weren’t feeling well. You can rest here, without him smothering you tonight” Lizzie insisted, making Alex smile. “He doesn’t smother me, you jerk” she smiled, throwing a piece of bread at her. “I know, but you know he’ll just stare at you all night, and you won’t be able to rest” she said, smiling. “You’re not wrong” Alex agreed. After eating a warm slice of bread, with butter and honey, she took the tea from Lizzie, and downed it. She winced at the taste of it. “Disgusting” she cried. “You’re silly, it’s delicious” Lizzie joked.

The two shared the bottle of rum Lizzie had brought. Between that, and the milk of the poppy Alex drank, she started to close her eyes and drift off to sleep.

Aemond wondered around the palace, after reading his book became too much of a chore he abandoned it, looking for Alex. He thought he’d stop by the kitchen, just in case she was in there. Instead, he found Lizzie. She was making a plate, but the look on her face was worried. He knew she hadn’t heard him come in, so he cleared his throat, hoping not to scare her.

“Prince” she almost shouted at him.

“Lizzie” he replied, smiling at her. “Have you seen Alex? I thought she would’ve been back by now” he asked, hands folded in front of him.

“I have, actually. She’s not feeling well, and I thought that she should stay with me tonight, so I can make sure she takes her medicine” Lizzie rambled, without taking a breath, which she was known for.

“Oh, okay. Does she need anything? I’d be happy…” he was cut off.

“No, she’s fine. She’ll see you tomorrow” with that, Lizzie was gone from the kitchen.

“Tell her I lov…” there was no point, she couldn’t hear him.

The next day, Alex was so sore, she could barely breathe. She winced and cried out, with every move she made. Finely deciding to forego moving all together, and drink more milk of the poppy. It wasn’t long till it had taken affect, and she was asleep again. When she awoke this time, she saw Aemond standing by the bedside, looking her all over.

Aemond couldn’t sleep, he had gotten too used to sleeping with her, it felt strange being alone. He tossed and turned, finally dozing off, well after the sun had started to rise. It was before midday, and he was already awake, making his was to the kitchen. He made some coffee and toast, placing it neatly on a tray, and started for Lizzie’s room. When he got to the door, he knocked, but no one answered. He whispered her name, still nothing. He thought, perhaps, Lizzie was working and Alex was still sleeping. With that, he opened the door quietly, and stepped inside. The room was dark, with only a couple candles lit, and a small fire in the fireplace, that was going out. He walked to the bedside, seeing her laying there, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her face. Her face was bruised horribly. Her beautiful eyes were so swollen, he had doubts she would be able to see out of them. She lay there in her shift, revealing all the damage that had been done to her. Her body was covered in bruises, and all he could do is stare, slack jawed. That’s when she woke up, and tried to move, without accomplishment.

“Who?” Is all he said, when he met her eyes.

“You know who” she answered, reaching her hand for his, as he reached back.

He sat on the bed next to her, and she told him what happened. The things they did to her. While she told him, she cried, and hugged him tightly. He had never seen her cry before, and it broke him. He wanted to cry, but more than that, he wanted to kill. He would kill Larys for this. He would cut him to pieces himself. Feeding him to Vhagar would be too quick, too merciful. He wanted to make him suffer, make him cry and beg, and he would have it. He would have his revenge. He kissed every bruise on her face, which made her smile. He rose from the bed and turned to face her.

“I’ll be right back” he said, bending to kiss her forehead.

“Aemond, please don’t get yourself in trouble. It’s not worth..” he gave her a look, as not to say another word of her worth to him.

“I love you” he said, turning to leave.

“I love you too” she sighed, laying her head back on the pillow.

Larys had followed his father to a small council meeting, which he liked to do, making himself feel like a high lord. The meeting had started, and Lyman Beesbury was speaking of the tourney coming up.

“We’re going to need, at least, 50,000…” he had started, when Aemond came through the door.

“My son, what brings you here?” King Viserys asked, smiling.

Aemond said nothing. He was stalking straight for Larys, and Larys was scared. The look in his eye was pure hate. Larys tried to get up, but was kicked, hard, in the chest. That sent him back into his chair, which tipped with the impact, and fell backwards, taking Larys with it. Before he could get up, Aemond had reached down and grabbed him by his hair. He dragged him from the room, while everyone watched, and no one said a word. Once he was out the door with Larys, King Viserys stood, and went out after him.

“Aemond! What is the meaning of this! I demand an answer” the King commanded.

“Ask him what he did to her” is all he replied. He pulled Larys up by his hair, making him look Viserys in the face.

“TELL HIM!” He shouted, making everyone look in surprise.

“I did nothing wrong, Your Grace….” With that, Aemond grabbed his throat and choked him, shaking him furiously.

“Someone tell me” Viserys said, confused.

“He did unspeakable things to the woman I love. And, for his crimes, he will die” Aemond said, coldly, making a shiver run down Larys spine.

“What are you talking about? What woman?” Viserys was now even more confused than before.

“Alex, father. This…..things sister, by blood. I love her, and we’re going to be married. But first, we fight” he smiled at Larys, pointing his sword at him.

“I have no sword, my Lord” Larys said. “You wouldn't fight a man with no sword, would you? Where is the bravery in that?” He added, smirking.

“You want to talk to me about bravery? Perhaps I should get a couple guards to hold you while I kill you” Aemond whispered.

Viserys stood there, watching the exchange between the two men. Ser Arryk, the kings personal guard, was standing next to Viserys. The king reached out for his sword, and Arryk gave it to him, without question.

“Here is your sword, Larys. I suggest you say a prayer to the warrior” he said, handing the sword to Larys, who reluctantly took it.

Aemond lunged, clashing his sword into Larys’. Larys stumbled, trying to regain his balance. Aemond swung again, this time, slicing across Larys’ chest, making him cry out in pain. It went this way for a few minutes, Aemond toying with Larys, making him beg for mercy. He sliced through his clothes, his skin, and he could swear he saw bone. Larys looked like he had been attacked by a pack of wild dogs, when Aemond had finished his assault. With one last thrust of his sword, he pierced Larys’ heart, watching the life drain from his eyes, before pulling the sword out. Larys lay dead on the street, and Aemond ordered him to be left there, “for the dogs” he said.

Alex tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. She worried about Aemond, and what he was going to do. She worried that, after he killed Larys, he would be in trouble. She knew he’d have no problem besting Larys, in a fair fight, but what if his guards were there. They would step in. With that thought in her head, she staggered out of the room and down the hall, reaching the courtyard. She saw Ser Criston there, and even though she never liked him, she knew he would help. His look of surprise at seeing her face, was almost laughable.

“I have a favor to ask of you” she said to him, after his eyes were back to normal.

She told him where Aemond might be, and what he would probably be doing. She left out the personal details, just giving him the necessary information. He agreed to go look for the prince, knowing the queen would want him to anyway. She made her way to their room, waiting on Aemond to return.

By the time Ser Criston had found Aemond, the fight was over, and Larys was dead. Aemond, his father, and his father’s guard were coming down the hallway, when they were met by Ser Criston.

“Your lady asked me to check on you, my prince” he said, bowing his head at both he and Viserys.

“Thank you, Ser Criston” Aemond replied, quirking his lips, in what Criston assumed was a smile.

“I want to meet this girl, if she is to be my future daughter” Viserys said, walking with Aemond to his room.

They entered the room together, startling Alex. She tried to stand, but was stopped by a wave of Viserys’ hand.

“Don’t get up. I merely wanted to meet the woman who has stolen my sons heart” he said with a smile, coming closer to her.

“Your Grace. Had I known I would be meeting you today, I would’ve done something with my hair” she joked, making the king laugh.

“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” He smiled, turning to his son, as if telling him he approved of her.

“Ugh, I look horrible, Your Grace, you’re too kind” she smiled, looking awkward.

“You couldn’t look horrible if you tried, my love” Aemond smiled, kissing her face.

“Well, when is the wedding? Am I invited?” Viserys questioned, a half-cocked smile on his face.

“You’re serious, father?” Aemond’s asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Yes, after that” the king waved his hand toward where the fight happened “she must be worth it” he smiled.

“She is” Aemond answered, staring at her.

“I guess we need to start with the wedding plans” Viserys said. “Your mother should like to meet her, as well. She’d also be delighted to help plan a wedding” he added, turning to leave.

“Yes, of course, Your Grace” Alex answered, pushing Aemond’s side, after the king had left.

“Get back into bed, let me care for you” Aemond insisted, walking her back to bed.

“I just need a thimble full of milk of the poppy, a shot of rum, and I’ll be fine” she said, climbing into bed, and sighing.

“You also need your rest, you’re going to be meeting my mother” he smiled, tucked her in, and settled in next to her.

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Alex started healing after a few days, all except her ribs, which still caused her great pain. The maesters would wrap them, tightly, making it even harder to breathe. She spent most of the day in bed, Aemond beside her. They talked about everything, usually ending in uncontrollable laughter, because she had a way of always making him laugh. She would drift off to sleep around sunrise, but not Aemond, he would watch her sleep for a while, before his eyes were heavy, and he’d find his own slumber.

Queen Alicent came to visit a few times, staying longer with each visit. She liked talking with Alex, and even more, she liked how Aemond smiled every time he looked at her. She hadn’t seen her son this happy since he was a boy, and it thrilled her. Alicent would spend a couple of hours, chatting, and going over the wedding details, to which Aemond would, usually, leave them to it. They discussed the flowers, foods, drinks, and Alex’s dress. She told the queen she didn’t want a big deal made, to which, the queen said that was nonsense. She was a future princess, of course it was a big deal.

“I don’t want it to be a big ceremony, I really don’t have anyone that would attend, except my friend.” Alex shrugged.

“What about your father? Lord Lyonel would want to be there, wouldn’t he?” She asked, looking between her son and Alex.

“Not really. We don’t really have much of a relationship” she smiled.

“Oh, okay” Alicent replied, looking sadly at her.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t bother me, your grace” she smiled back at her.

“Well, I should let you rest” with that, she stood, kissed Aemond’s face, and awkwardly, hugged Alex.

When she had left, Alex looked at Aemond, with wide eyes and a huge smile.

“That was…awkward” she laughed.

“Mother is….awkward” he laughed back. “She does like you, though, which is unusual” he added, pouring them both a glass of wine. They sipped their wine, finally falling into bed, and then sleep.

They woke the next afternoon, to someone knocking on the door. Aemond opened it, finding his brother on the other side. Aegon wished to walk, and talk with his brother, so they started down the hall, ending up in the kitchen. The food smelled delicious, and Aemond was all too happy to grab a handful of nuts from a bowl nearby.

The tourney was starting tomorrow, and for most people, the festivities began tonight. Aegon tried to convince Aemond to go drinking with him, to no avail. Aemond didn’t want any part of his shenanigans, knowing how they always ended, both of them bloody.

“Come on, brother” he begged.

“I don’t wish to be arrested before the tourney even starts” Aemond reasoned, but not getting through to him.

“It will be fun, I promise” Aegon assured.

“Fun you you, yes. Not for me” Aemond responded, throwing a handful of nuts in his mouth.

“Fun for us both. We haven’t even celebrated your engagement” he continued.

“Ugh, you’re not going to give up, are you?” He replied, rolling his eye.

“Nope” Aegon smiled victoriously.

Aemond entered the room, looking defeated. He smiled at Alex, making her wonder what was wrong.

“You look…peculiar” she said, eyes squinted at him. “What’re you up to?” She asked.

“Aegon wants to go out drinking tonight. To celebrate our engagement, he says. I told him no, but he’s insisting” he said, huffing and rolling his eye.

“You should go. You’ve been stuck in here long enough. Go have fun with your brother. But….no whores” she pointed her finger at him, smiling, but serious.

“First off, I haven’t been stuck in here, I choose to be here. And, secondly,…ugh, I don’t want to go. But, I told him yes…sort of” he replied. “And, you never have to worry about whores, my love. You’re the only one I want to share my bed with” he added, making her smile from ear to ear.

“Good, now get over here, and kiss me, you fool” she said, holding her arms out to wrap around him, he obliged, squeezing her tightly, and kissing her.

Aemond got himself ready, and with another kiss, he was gone. Aegon waited outside for him, hurrying him along. They walked the streets of Flea Bottom, ignoring the hands out-stretched for whatever they could spare. Aemond felt something that he hadn’t before, he felt empathetic. A feeling he was not familiar with. He stopped, giving what he had to the people, before he was stopped by his brother.

“What’re you doing?” Aegon questioned, with a scrunched up look of distaste.

“What? They’re hungry” he answered, shrugging.

“Since when do you care about shit like that? Has she castrated you already?” Aegon laughed.

“Fuck you” Aemond answered, stopping where he stood.

“I’m sorry, come on” Aegon knew he had hit a nerve, so he tried to retract.

“Don’t say things like that. I think she has made me a better person” he demanded.

“I didn’t mean it, I am sorry, brother” Aegon returned.

They continued on their way, coming to the street of silk. It was a lewd place, where all sorts gathered. He hated it here, there were too many people, in too tight a space.

“Why are we here?” Aemond asked, trying not to be touched by people passing by.

“Because, I love it here” Aegon answered excitedly.

They took a few turns, and ended up somewhere, in Flea Bottom, Aemond had never been. There were all manners of people here, mostly yelling obscenities. They were placing bets, and taking money. There were children, fighting other children. Aemond didn’t know what to think, why did his brother bring him here? How did he know of such a place? It was then that he saw a silver-haired child, no more than 4 years old, waiting to be thrown into the ring. Aemond stopped, his blood cold.

“What the fuck, Aegon?” He questioned, making his brother turn to acknowledge the child.

“Oh that?” He made a face, displaying that he knew of his negligence to his child, but didn’t care.

“How many more are there?” Aemond asked, grabbing his brother’s shirt.

“I don’t know. A dozen, probably. I’m sure I’ve whelped a pup on every whore in King’s Landing” he chuckled, prying his shirt from his brother’s hand.

“That’s not funny! How do expect to be king one day, acting like the fool you are” Aemond’s statement fell on deaf ears.

“Shush, the fights are starting” Aegon insisted.

“I’m not staying for this” Aemond replied. With that, he turned and left, heading straight for the palace.

Aegon hadn’t tried to stop him. Instead, he stayed behind, watching with amusement, to Aemond’s disgust. He stormed into their room, where he found Alex, reading.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, knowing something was wrong.

“Aegon…he’s…he’s a monster” he said, completely disheartened.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“There’s a place in Flea Bottom, where you can watch children fight. Bet on them. He took me there. There was a child, a small child, waiting to fight. He was Aegon's” he answered, sitting on the bed next to her.

“What? That’s awful” she stated, scooting towards him, and wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Yes, it is. How does my father not know about this? Or does he know, and just doesn’t care?” He asked, turning towards her.

“I’m sure he has no idea, just like you didn’t” she answered, making him realize he had just found out himself.

“I have to speak with him tomorrow about this” he replied

“Yes, you should. That’s disgusting” she said.

Morning came, and with it, the hoards of people gathered around the tourney grounds. All waiting with excitement, for the games to begin. Jousting was a favorite, drawing people from all seven kingdoms. Guys would travel from as far north as Winterfell, to compete

Aemond tried to catch his father alone, but he was no where to be found. He was probably already in the sitting area, with his uncle and his sister, who would, most likely, already be there. He decided to wait till after the tournament to tell his father of his brother’s misdeeds. So, he walked to the tourney grounds, Alex on his arm, the first time she’d been out of their room in about a week. They made their way to the sitting area, where his father and mother were sitting. With a smile, and a wave of his hand, Viserys ordered the people to move down a couple seats, so they could sit closer to him. Surprisingly, Rhaenera and Daemon weren’t there yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

“Are you excited about the games, my dear?” Viserys asked Alex, smiling at her.

“Yes, of course, Your Grace. I’ve never watched before” she answered, smiling back at him.

She held Aemond’s hand as they sat together, waiting for the fight to start. That’s when they saw Daemon and Rhaenera approaching, arm in arm.

“Father, brother” Rhaenera greeted, then smiled at Alex.

“Alex, princess” she introduced herself, giving Aemond a nudge.

“Sorry, sister. This is my fiancée , Alex” he said, smiling at Rhaenera, and standing to hug her.

“Fiancée?” She questioned, looking between her and Aemond, then towards their father.

“Yes” he answered.

“Well, congratulations to you both. I hope I’m invited to the wedding” she added, sitting down.

“Thank you, and of course you’re invited” Aemond replied.

“This is my husband, Daemon” Rhaenera said, turning to Daemon, who was still standing.

“Pleasure” he said, with a smirk.

“Yes, pleasure” she replied, not really looking at him.

Aemond and Alex sat in silence, watching the fights, holding hands. Every now and then, she would see Daemon look towards him, and smirk or lightly chuckle. She could feel Aemond tense, knowing he could see him too. They almost made it through the jousting, but just as the last two men took their places, Daemon said something to Aemond. Alex didn’t hear what he said, but whatever it was, had Aemond fuming. Alex could tell he was going to do something, so when he stood, she did as well, making everyone look at them.

“I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well, we’re going to call it a night” she said, smiling at all of the faces staring at her.

“Hmm” is all Aemond said, staring at his uncle, then started to leave with Alex.

Aemond knew his uncle was trying to get to him, and for the most part, he ignored him. He would feel Alex squeeze his hand, every time he tensed, making him relax. But when his uncle had leaned in close, he whispered something that made Aemond want to kill him.

“Is she as good as good as she looks?” He asked. But when that didn’t get the response he wanted, he went further, too far. “Cause, I heard from a couple guards, Lord Lyonel’s, I believe, that she was the best they ever had. Although, they did say, her resistance was what made it all the more fun” he smirked, seeing the fire in Aemond’s eye, knowing he had gotten to him.

He stood quickly, ready to strike, but Alex stood between them. She took his hand and started to lead them away, until Daemon stood. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“You’re as lovely as I’ve heard” he smiled up at her, as she jerked her hand away from him.

As soon as he said it, Aemond punched him. The blow landed hard, making a thud, and knocking Daemon off balance. He stumbled back into the table, glasses spilling, and people gasping. Daemon struck back, hitting Aemond in the mouth, making him wince, and blood fly. The two of them fought for what seemed like forever. People shouted and ran, but they continued, both punching and dodging.

“Stop it! Aemond, stop” Alex shouted, but didn’t grab either of them.

“Enough of this!” Viserys commanded.

With that, the guards were breaking them apart, and separating them. Rhaenera stood, putting herself between Daemon and Aemond, as Alex pulled Aemond away. Everyone went their separate ways, all deciding they’d had too much excitement for the evening. Alex and Aemond returned to their room, closing and locking the door behind them.

“What was that?” Alex asked, grabbing a cloth and dampening it, to wipe Aemond’s face with.

“He talks too much. Always” he answered, allowing her to wipe the blood from his face, wincing when she hit a tender spot.

“Sorry” she smiled.

“It’s fine, darling. I’m fine, don’t fuss over it” he replied, smiling back at her.

“I think we’re gonna need to get rid of this shirt” she pulled on it, making him raise his arms for her to remove it.

“Do you? So, now you’re trying to get me naked?” He teased, obliging her and lifting his arms.

They hadn’t been together since before she had been attacked, and he wasn’t rushing her. He knew she had been hurt, and he was never the type that had to get laid everyday, unlike his brother.

“Are you sure, sweetling?” He asked, kissing her softly.

“I’m sure. My ribs are better, that’s the only reason I haven’t ravaged you before now” she played, untying her dress.

“Alex, you know what I mean” his look was soft and questioning.

“Darling, I’m fine. I promise” she kissed his lips, soft at first, then needy.

They enjoyed each others naked bodies, each others touch, both of them lusting for the other. It was like their first time all over, the anticipation of the next touch. When they finished, they lay there, sweating and panting, until Alex turned to face him. He took that as a sign to put out an arm for her to lay on, which she did. She nestled her body into his, wrapping her arm around his waist.

“Good night, my love” he whispered.

“Good night, my prince” she replied.

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The days passed quickly, and the tourney came to an end. With its end, King’s Landing started to become less populated again, things returning back to normal. The champions had collected their winnings and left, going back to whatever part of Westeros them came from.

It had been weeks since the festivities, and one warm, sunny evening, Aemond and Alex were married. They wed under the weirwood tree, as the sun was beginning to set. The sky was streaked with colors of orange and red, the air was warm, and smelled of honeysuckle. As Alex stood next to him, he knew, he had never seen anything as beautiful. When he looked at her, he saw the only thing that mattered to him.

Alex was a nervous wreck before the wedding, pacing in the room and trying to calm herself. She wanted a small ceremony, just her and Aemond, and a few people. Aemond had agreed, and just his father, mother, brother, and Lizzie were there, a few guards standing to the side. Aemond looked so ethereal to her, standing with his hands behind his back, his silver hair tied back, and a beautiful smile on his face.

After the ceremony, Viserys toasted to them, and then made an announcement, something that shocked everyone.

“To the married couple, I wish you all the happiness in the world. I ask the Gods to grant you fertility, so that I may enjoy grandchildren soon. And, I hope the two of you always love and support each other.” he said, raising his glass to them, everyone followed. “Now, I have an announcement, and I believe this is the perfect time for it. I have thought long and hard on this matter, and I came to the conclusion, that this is what’s best for the realm. I have decided to name my son, Aemond, my successor. He will be your King, and his wife, your Queen” he added.

At first there was silence, but then the crowd started to cheer and applaud. Aemond had a look of shock at the news, looking at his brother, who, surprisingly, smiled at him. It was no secret that Aegon never wanted to be king, so he was happy with his father’s decision.

There was a huge celebration, in Aemond’s honor, a couple weeks later. There Viserys officially named Aemond his heir, followed by a night of festivities. A few days later, Alex and Aemond were packing their things, and setting out for Dragonstone. Alex said her goodbyes to her best friend, asking her to reconsider going with them. To that, she told her that she was seeing someone, and didn’t want to part with him. They promised to write to each other, a letter a week, they agreed.

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Dragonstone was becoming home to Alex, growing on her with each passing day. After nearly eight months of being there, it was finally feeling like home to her. Aemond was content anywhere, as long as he had food, he was happy.

“How are you feeling today, my love?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her. He rubbed her stomach, feeling their baby kick.

“I’m fine, darling. How are you?” She replied, laying her head back on his shoulder.

“I’m good” he answered, turning her to him, and leaning down to talk to her belly. “And, how’s my son today?” He said, rubbing his hands over her stomach.

“He’s being a dick today. He won’t rest, so I can’t rest” she smiled.

“How about I make us something to eat, and then you can have a nice, hot….warm bath” he smiled back.

“You’re going to cook?” She questioned, eyebrow arched.

“I’m an excellent cook” he replied, smirking.

“Um, I’ve never seen you cook anything, ever” she laughed.

“Well, just because I’ve never cooked before, doesn’t mean I won’t be good at it” he joked, making her laugh more.

“Oh Gods. At least this place is made of stone” she joked back, making him laugh.

“A letter came for you today, darling” he handed it to her, watching her face light up.

She and Lizzie still wrote letter to each other every week. They would tell of the goings on in their lives, and any gossip they’d heard. Alex told her she was having a baby, and Lizzie had been excited for that, telling her how she would have to come back and let her meet the baby. To that, she agreed. Lizzie had married Erryk Cargyll, after he had asked the king to discharge him, to which Viserys agreed. They now lived in Maidenpool, on a farm, which is what Lizzie always talked about wanting. This letter was no different, except she told her they were now expecting their first child too.

“Lizzie’s pregnant” she told Aemond, who smiled at the news.

“That’s fantastic. Tell her I’m happy for them, please” he said.

“I will” she replied, as she grabbed her paper and ink, writing her back.

When the time came, the midwives tried to make Aemond leave the room, but Alex stopped them.

“I want him here” she said, holding his hand.

“And, I’m here, my love” he replied.

The midwives crowded her, making her feel unable to breathe. She walked the room, groaning and panting in pain. Finally, the baby was born, after a few hours of labor.

“A healthy boy” the midwife exclaimed, putting him in his mother’s arms.

She held him close and kissed his face, motioning for Aemond to come sit with her. He was terrified, but did as she commanded. As she handed him the baby, he felt like he was going to pass out. He looked at his beautiful son, and wanted to cry.

“He’s….perfect” he said, kissing Alex’s face.

“He is” she assured.

“What about a name?” He asked, looking at her.

“I don’t know. You got anything you want to name him?” She questioned.

“I always liked the name Samwell” he smiled.

“Then Samwell, it is” she smiled back.

Baby Sam grew fast after only a few months, but his dragon, Vagha, grew faster. Aemond had found a clutch of three eggs, who he believed to be Sheepstealer’s, in the caverns along the shore. So far, Vagha was the only one to hatch.

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The years passed, and their family grew. They had three children now. All of them had blue eyes and dark blonde hair. Alex loved to remind Aemond that they didn’t have his silver hair, teasing that her genes were stronger than his. Sam, the eldest, was now seven. His dragon, Vagha, had grown much bigger. She was grey colored, with bright blue and green down her back, and throughout her wings. Benny, their second, was almost five. His dragon, Pyre, was quickly catching up with his older sister. He was orange colored, with whitish-yellow legs, red all the way down his back, and his wings were mixed with yellow and green. And, Tallia, their daughter, was three. Her dragon, Draghar, was the youngest and smallest of the three. He was dark red, with black wings, and bright red accents.

The letter arrived early one morning, informing Aemond his father was dead. It had been a long time since he had seen him, and for that, he felt guilty. He wished he could’ve seen him one more time, told him how much he loved him, but he was gone.

“My father’s dead” he told Alex, letter still in his hand.

“Im so sorry, my love” she said, wrapping her arms around him.

“We have to go back to King’s Landing” he added.

“Of course” she answered.

“I can’t believe he’s gone” he wanted to cry, but held back, hugging her tightly.

“I know, darling. We should’ve went back, seen him more” she said.

She told him, he should go on ahead right away, that she and the children would follow by ship. She said she needed to pack some things, and get the children ready.

When Aemond arrived in King’s Landing, riding Vhagar, a guard saw them land, and came rushing over.

“Prince Aemond. I’m to take you to your mother, straight away” the guard said, rushing him down the hall to his mother’s quarters.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Your uncle…he’s trying to take the throne” the guard answered, opening Alicent’s door.

“Mother, are you alright?” Aemond asked, hugging his mother.

“Aemond, thank the Gods. I was so worried you wouldn’t make it in time” she hugged him back.

“I rode Vhagar. Alex and the kids are taking a ship” he told her.

“Good, that’s good. We’ll need your dragon, for sure” she told him.

They went into action, gathering guards and placing them throughout the palace, knowing Daemon would try to take it first. Guards were placed at all the doors, all the battlements, and in the Red Keep. Aemond sent guards to the docks the next day, to await Alex and the children, knowing Daemon would love to get his hands on them, to use them against him.

“We need to get to the Dragonpit” Otto said from the shadows, startling both Aemond and Alicent.

“The Dragonpit?” Alicent questioned.

“Yes, make sure all of King’s Landing is there to see you crowned. Daemon will have no chance to usurp” he told them.

With that, the guards were gathering everyone in sight, pushing them down the streets. They gathered them all inside the Dragonpit, waiting for the coronation. Before long, Kingsguards were rushing in, surrounding Alicent and Otto. They stood before the crowd. More guards parted the people, straight down the center, with swords in the air. Aemond came through the door, everyone watching, and walked between the guards. The guards met swords on both sides behind him, all the way to the front of the room. He was crowned that day, before the whole of King’s Landing, everyone cheering. He felt a pain in his heart, knowing Alex wasn’t there. And, as he started to make his way out of the room, he saw her standing in the doorway. She and the children all clapped and cheered, as he came to greet them.

“You made it” he smiled, hugging her and picking her up.

“Barely, but yes” she kissed him.

Just then, the Dragonpit exploded, rocks flew everywhere. People were screaming and trying to get away, as Caraxes stood in the middle of them. Fire engulfed the room, as Daemon commanded his dragon. Aemond looked frantically for his family, unable to find them. The guards were dragging him out, even with his protests.

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Alex opened her eyes, and feeling a searing pain in her side, she stumbled to her feet. She looked down, seeing a piece of, what looked like rock, sticking out of her side. As she pulled the chunk of stone out, slowly, blood poured from the wound. All she thought about was finding her children and Aemond. She pushed her way through the crowd of people still standing around, seeing Alicent and Aegon, she ran toward them. To her relief, she saw that they had the children.

“Are you okay? Benny? Tallia? Let me look at you” she said, scanning them all over.

“Where’s Sam?” She looked around, not seeing him anywhere, and started to panic.

Watch them, please” she asked Alicent, pushing them toward her, and rushing back through the crowd.

When the commotion started, Sam was shoved around, eventually, leading him outside. He looked around for his parents, but only saw strangers. He noticed someone familiar walking toward him. It was his father’s uncle, Daemon. He knew Daemon was the one that caused all the trouble inside, so he turned and started running away from him. Daemon ran after him, catching glimpses of him weaving through the sea of people. He quickened his pace, quickly gaining on him. Daemon hadn’t noticed where Sam was leading him, though. When he rounded the hill, Sam stood in front of Vhagar, who was furiously protective of her riders children. Daemon stopped, stepping back a few feet, before he heard Sam yell.

“Dracarys, Vhagar!” His voice strained, but Vhagar heard him clearly. She unleashed a hellish roar, followed by an inferno of fire, spraying everything in her path.

Aemond broke away from the guards, and was searching for his family, when he ran into Alex. She told him that Sam was missing. The two frantically searched for him, finally ending up outside. They were close enough to hear Vhagar, and ran toward her, seeing her flames engulf everything, including their son. Alex fell to her knees, screaming and crying. Aemond shouted at Vhagar to stop, and she obeyed, as always. When she quieted, they all looked on in amazement, none could believe what they saw. Sam stood before them, without a scratch, having only his hair and clothes burned from him. Alex ran to him, throwing her cloak around him, and clutching him tightly. Aemond wasn’t far behind, hugging them both.

“Have you lost your mind?” Aemond asked Daemon, in what was, almost, a growl.

“I…I was just” Daemon stuttered.

“Guards! Take him!” He ordered, and Daemon was quickly escorted away.

“Are you okay?” Alex was still teary-eyed, but checking Sam all over.

“I’m okay, mama” he answered, rubbing his bald head, and snickering about it.

“How is that possible?” Alex asked, looking up at Aemond.

“I have no idea” he answered, honestly.

As they walked back to the palace, Aemond noticed the blood on Alex’s dress. He stopped walking, pulling her dress open at the tear.

“We have to get you to the maesters” he said, looking at the wound.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch” she joked, but he didn’t laugh.

When they reached the palace, Aemond called for the maesters. While they tended to her, Aemond went to his mother’s room, to fetch their children. Alicent was sitting with them, reading a story. Aemond quietly watched for a while, remembering when she would read to him. Benny looked up and saw his father standing there, running to him, and jumping in his arms. Aemond happily obliged, wrapping his arms around him. Soon Tallia was in his arms as well.

“Did you find Sam?” Alicent questioned, a concerned look on her face.

“Yes, he’s fine. He’s with Alex” he answered.

Are you alright, darling?” Alicent asked her son, putting a hand on his check.

“I’m fine, mother. Are you?” He asked.

“I’m alright, a few bruises, but nothing more” she answered, smiling.

“Good. Daemon is in the cells, where he will remain, until I figure out what to do with him” Aemond said, gathering his children, and heading for the door.

“You know what you should do” Alicent told him.

“I know, mother” he replied.

Alex held Sam in her lap, rubbing his little, bald head. She hummed a tune, and before long, he was asleep. She was tucking him in bed, when Aemond came in with Benny and Tallia. They ran to their mother, hugging her tightly. She bent down to hug them properly, and felt a stitch tear. She winced, quickly standing back up.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Benny asked.

“Mama got hurt, but I’m okay. I just can’t bend, apparently” she joked.

“Mama has to take it easy” Aemond directed her toward the bed.

“I’m not tired, darling” she smiled.

“You don’t have to sleep, my love, just rest” he smiled back, a pleading expression on his face.

The next few days were long and daunting. Aemond knew what he wanted to do to Daemon, but he thought about his father. Viserys loved his brother, to a fault, but now he had to decide his fate. He thought about Rhaenera and her children, how would she ever forgive him. He thought about his own children, and how Daemon could’ve killed Sam, even though, deep down, he knew that wasn’t his intentions. What would Alex think if he just let him go? Would she forgive him? He was only king for a few days, and he already hated it.

Alex knew that having to make a decision like this, was eating him up. The thought of what his father would say if he had Daemon executed. She waited for him to come back to their room, hoping it would be soon, so she could set his mind at ease, at least, on her part. When he finally came in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He happily returned the kiss.

“What’s that for?” He asked, still holding her close.

“Because I love you” she answered.

“Well, I love you too” he returned.

“Darling, I don’t think you should execute your uncle” she said plainly.

“You don’t? Really?” He was surprised at that.

“Really. I mean, honestly, I don’t think he was going to hurt Sam. I think he just wanted to use him, to get to you. Which, is bad, but…” she shrugged.

“I thought the same, but I didn’t want to say anything to you. I wasn’t sure how you’d react” he replied.

“He has children of his own, and he was completely shocked, and terrified at what happened” she said.

“I’ll speak with him, and I’ll send a raven to Rhaenera, letting her know what’s happened” he smiled, kissing her again.

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Aemond made his way to the cell, the door creaked as it opened, making Daemon look at him. Aemond stood in front of him, staring him down, making him feel something he hadn’t before. He was, even if he didn’t admit it to himself, nervous. Aemond always had a thousand yard stare, but this was different. He looked at him the way Viserys did, when he’d done something unsavory. When had Aemond become this man standing before him, he wondered.

“Why, Daemon?” Aemond asked, still standing.

“Why what, nephew?” Daemon replied with a smirk.

“Why would you try to hurt my son? My family? How could you?” He questioned, lowering himself, until he was eye level with Daemon.

“Because, I should be on the throne, not you” he answered with entitlement.

“You don’t deserve the throne, and my father knew that. That’s why you’ll never have it. You’re a spoiled cunt, and you deserve to die for what you did.” He was mad now, and Daemon could see it on his face.

“Because of what I did to your son? Or what I did to you?” Daemon questioned.

“For my son, you cunt. I’m long over what you did to me, but you could’ve killed my child” Aemond snarled.

“That wasn’t my intention, I assure you. I just wanted to make you give up the throne” he replied.

“That I believe, but look what your greed has done” with that, Aemond opened the door, allowing Sam to come inside.

“Gods, were you hurt badly, Sam?” Daemon asked, looking the boy over.

“Not really. Just my hair” Sam answered, pointing to his head.

“Do you see, Daemon? What could’ve happened. An innocent child could’ve been killed, because of you. Because of a stupid crown!” Aemond shouted toward the end.

“Forgive me, Sam. I’m so very sorry” Daemon said, staring at the boy before him.

“Okay” Sam replied, with his hand outstretched for a handshake.

They shook hands, ending with Daemon telling him what a firm handshake he has, and Sam smiling. Aemond opened the door, sending Sam back to Alex.

“Hear me, Daemon. I’m allowing you to live because of my father. But, when you leave King’s Landing, do not return, you are no longer welcome here” with that, he turned and left the cell.

When Sam was returned to her, Alex took the children to Alicent, who had been wanting to spend some time with them, and went for a stroll along the beach. Along the way, she saw Vhagar in her favorite place, on top of the hill. She climbed the hill, and stood before the beast. She rubbed up and down the side of her face. Vhagar almost purred. She loved Alex, and even allowed her mount her. This confirmed Aemond’s belief that she was his soulmate, not that he ever had a doubt. Without thinking about it, she climbed up the rope, and situated herself in the saddle. She strapped herself in, and told her to fly. Vhagar got up, and with just a few flaps of her wings, she was in the air. That was the worst part, the only bad part, for Alex. She hated when they went straight up, she was always afraid of falling off.

Aemond watched Vhagar take flight, knowing she had a rider. He both loved and hated when Alex rode her. He loved that they had a bond, but hated not knowing where they would end up. He watched as they left King’s Landing, sighing to himself. He knew how much they loved each other, how much respect they had for one another, but it still scared him. Dragons are wild animals, he remembered his father’s voice, saying those words to him. Words he always told his children. As he made his way down the hall, he was greeted by his mother and children. They ran to him, hugging his legs, which he loved more than, almost, anything. He looked at each of their sweet faces, smiling at them all.

“Hello, my son” Alicent greeted, watching him with his children.

“Hello mother” he returned, leaning down to kiss their faces, as they still clung to him.

“Have you decided what you’re going to have done with Daemon?” She asked.

“I have. He is to leave King’s Landing, and never return” he answered, watching her expression change to anger.

“Why would you let him live?” She asked plainly.

“Because, it’s what father would’ve wanted. You know it’s true” he replied.

“I do not believe your father would have let him live if he’d done that to you” she told him.

“You do remember him taking my eye, don’t you?” He questioned.

“That’s different” she tried to explain.

“How? He tried to kill me, he took my eye, and father let him live. Please don’t try to tell me that he would’ve taken his life, because we both know better, mother” he stopped her from saying anything else, so she turned and walked away.

“Come, children, let’s go outside for some air” he grabbed their hands, and led them outside, to the courtyard.

Vhagar flew overhead, making all of them look up. Aemond started walking down to the beach, where he knew they would land, leaving the children with the guards. As Alex dismounted, she was grabbed from behind. She giggled as her sides were tickled, turning quickly and smacking at his hands.

“Don’t do that” she laughed, swatting at him.

“The King does as he pleases” he joked, hands still on her sides.

“Oh, well, if it pleases, Your Grace” she laughed, kissing his face.

“Hmm” he replied, pulling her close, and kissing her deeply.

“I see you’ve missed me” she smiled.

“Always, my love” he said.

They walked back to the palace, arm in arm, talking about Daemon. He told her what they spoke about, and that, when he left, he was not allowed back. She agreed it was a good decision, and told him how proud his father would be of him. He asked if she had a good ride, and smiled as she told him about her adventure.

Rhaenyra came the next day, apologizing for Daemon’s behavior. Aemond told her that, while she was always welcome, Daemon was not. She agreed with the decision, and after collecting Daemon, they left for Essos.

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The years passed, and with them, Aemond became the kind of king his father would’ve wanted. He was a fair and honest person, making the people love him. With the help of his queen, they abolished the fighting in Flea Bottom, and outlawed slavery. The realm was at peace, and the people were prospering.

Alex sat in the training yard, watching the boys practice. Sam, who was now 15, was an excellent swordsman. He looked so much like his father, she thought, looking at his features. His hair was golden blonde, which he kept cut short. He had his mother’s eyes, blue like the ocean. He was tall, already taller than Alex. He was slender, but was starting to get some muscles, due to his training. The girls of King’s Landing loved him. Lords from all around tried to marry their daughters to him. His taste in women was nothing like his father’s, he liked dark eyes, and tan skin. Alex watched as he unarmed the guard he was training with, and smiled at some of the girls that were watching. She then looked at his brother, who was rolling his eyes. Benny was now 13, and unlike his brother, had no interest in girls, yet. His hair was dark blonde, a little longer than Sam's, and very straight. He also had beautiful, blue eyes, though, they were a shade darker than his brother’s. He was on the short side, but still growing. He was stockier than Sam, and with his training, he was starting to build muscle mass. He watched his brother flirt for as long as he could, then marching over to him, stood between them.

“We’re training, Sam” he demanded, pointing at the yard.

“Yes, I know. I’ve already disarmed Ser Allister” he smirked.

“Yeah, well, we still have an hour of training. I suggest you not disarm him so quickly” he replied, with an eye roll.

“Ladies” he bowed toward the girls, making them giggle.

Aemond came to stand next to Alex, watching the boys. They looked at each other, and smiled, when they saw their son’s theatrics.

“He’s gonna be trouble” Aemond said, turning to leave, but extending his arm for her to take.

“You think I don’t know that?” She answered, taking his arm.

“We’re gonna have to marry him before much longer, or he’ll have every girl in King’s Landing with child” he joked.

“He’s too young to be thinking of such things” she said, making them both laugh.

They made their way inside, going to the play room, where they knew their daughter would be. Just as they suspected, Tallia was playing with some of the other children, when they came in. She was now 10, and quite a beauty. She had long, dark blonde hair, that fell in loose ringlets at her waist. She, like her brothers, had big, blue eyes, the color of the sky. She seemed tall for her age, but not too tall. When she saw her parents, she ran to them, giving them both a hug.

“Having fun, my love?” Aemond asked, kneeling down in front of her.

“Mm hmm” she answered, holding her paper out to show him what she had been doing.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” He asked, taking the paper from her and turning it over.

She had painted a flower on the paper. It was a big, red rose, and when Aemond told her that’s what he saw, her face lit up.

“A rose” he said, smiling at her.

“Yes, it’s not very good, though” she answered, dropping her head.

“I think it’s fantastic, sweetling. What do you think, mama?” He turned and handed the picture to Alex, who gasped at it sight, making Tallia smile.

“I think this is a real rose, isn’t it? There’s no way this is a picture” she stated, looking at her daughter.

“Oh mama, you’re silly” she laughed.

“Well, this is going to be hung in our room” Alex said, handing it back to Aemond, as if, instructing him to hang it.

That night, as the palace lay silent, Otto Hightower took his last breath. He died in his sleep, just before dawn. When Alicent found her father, she was in shock. He was fine after supper. She told Aemond and Aegon of their grandfather’s passing, breaking down. Aemond hugged his mother tightly, telling her everything was going to be fine. After the funeral, as they all stood talking, Alicent slipped away. She sat in the dark part of the hallway, crying for her father. Alex noticed she was missing, and went looking for her. She found her, sobbing in the hallway, alone. She sat with her, putting her arm around her, and pulling her onto her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Alicent” she said.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without him” she cried.

“You’re going to miss him, but you’re going to be okay. You’ve got us. Your boys, your grandchildren, me” she gave her a slight smile.

“I know, sweet lady. I’ve just always had my father, and now he’s gone” she smiled back, through the tears.

They sat for a while, talking, before Aemond came to find them. He squatted down in front of them, taking his mothers hand in his, and smiling at her.

“Are you alright, mother?” He asked.

“I’ll be alright, my darling” she answered.

“You’ll get through this. I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but you will” he told her, grasping her hand. She smiled, grasping his hand back.

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Five years later, when Sam was 20, he met a beautiful girl named, Margaery. He fell in love with her, and married her, after only a couple of weeks. She was a beauty, from High Garden, with long, brown hair. She had dark eyes, that were accentuated with long, black, full lashes. Her lips were full and pouty, with a light pink tint. Sam begged his parents to let him marry her, and after a long conversation, they agreed to it. Benny found that he liked girls, a lot. He had more than a few girls around King’s Landing, but none that made him want to settle down. Tallia met a boy that was two years older than her, and her father was not happy. She introduced him to her parents, and after dinner, Aemond told the boy that he would never allow it. Alex told him that he was a nice boy, and that he should give him a chance. Ironically, the boy looked just like Alex. He had black hair, that almost reached his shoulders, and baby blue eyes. He was an average height, with a strong frame, and a sweet smile. After some time, Aemond warmed up to the boy, and allowed them to spend time together, supervised.

The following year, Alicent fell ill suddenly. She was only sick for a few days, before the illness took her. Aemond was broken-hearted after his mother passed. Alex comforted him, as she always did. And, a week after she was gone, they had their first grandchild. Sam and Margaery gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Olenna. Aemond doted on his granddaughter, showing her off to everyone.

Later that year, Benny came to his parents one night. He told them of a girl, a servant girl, that he had gotten pregnant. Alex had sent for her, and after talking with the girl, told Aemond that Benny should marry her. They were wed after a couple weeks, and gave birth to a baby boy, Aemon, four months later.

When Tallia was seventeen, she was riding with her fiancée, Tommen, when she was thrown from her horse. She hit her head on a rock, and died instantly. Alex and Aemond mourned their daughter’s death from that day on. They had never known such heartache. Some days Alex would just stare at the picture of the rose Tallia had painted, wishing they were back there. Those days were hard for her, but Aemond would console her, letting her cry for as long as she needed to. He would often cry with her.

Through the years, they had more grandchildren, nine in total. Sam and Margaery had five children. The oldest was Olenna, following her was Visenya, then Viserys, Aegon, and the youngest was Baela. Benny and his wife, Jenny, had four children. Their first was, Aemon, then Meera, followed by Cercei, and last was, Joffrey.

Years turned to decades, and before they knew it, they were old, and their children’s children were grown. Each of them with their own lives. Alex died in her bed, when she was seventy-four, and only days later, Aemond followed her. Just as he always promised her, he would never leave her…