Bounded By Fire And Pain - Helaena Targaryen X Aegon II Targaryen // Green Siblings

Bounded by fire and pain - Helaena Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen // Green Siblings

summary: In the night Aemond finally gets his dragon, he also loses an eye. Aegon can hardly bear the guilt and hatred. He can't stand the sight of himself. Strangely, the person who helps him the most is the last person he expected it from. His sister and future wife, Helaena. And somehow Aegon manages to find his place again.

words: 2.552

Warnings: Blood, injuries, family problems, Fluff(?), Targtower Siblings dynamic, this family needs therapy like soo much therapy

AO3

A/N: I need more Helaegon fics ( If you know some good ones please send them to me). I love their doomed failmarriage. Soo I write out this headcanon I have about the Night after Driftmark. I hope you like it :) It was actually planned as a Helaegon exclusive but somehow I got carried away at the end so we also have a "guest appearance" from Alicent and Aemond and is a bit more about family.

sequel/ part 2

Enlish is not my native language

Gif not mine // requests are open :)

Anyways have fun and be kind.

The room is illuminated only by a few candles, Aegon stumbles over some of his belongings as he enters. His steps are unsteady. The wine in his blood still troubles him. He would prefer to reach for the next cup right away. He wants to drink so much that he completely forgets this entire evening.

Aegon sits down on the uncomfortable bed. The room is unfamiliar. Everything here is unfamiliar. He hates it. He wished he could just walk out, mount Sunfyre, and flee from this island. But of course, all exits are now better guarded, and a Kingsguard stands at the end of the corridor. Aegon has to wait until tomorrow before he can finally leave Driftmark. And hopefully these memories as well.

Aegon closes his eyes for a moment to soothe the headache a little. An image of his brother appears, his pain-wracked face, the clenched hands around the chair, and the tightly pressed lips.

Aemond was brave. Not a single sound escaped his lips as the master removed the rest of his eye and stitched up the wound. At the sight of it, Aegon feld sick. He had to turned away. He couldedn´t bear the sight of his little brother, now forever mutilated.

Aegon opens his eyes again and gets up from the bed. He starts to pace restlessly back and forth in the room. The desperate pleading of his mother ringing in his ears. She demanded justice, but his father simply ignored her and brushed her aside like a doll.

He's been doing that his whole life, Viserys pushes aside his mother, his siblings, and him. Usually he ignores that they even exist.

Aegon's temples throb, he searches for a cup of wine, but finds nothing. He needs to distract himself. He can't think about it. His steps are getting faster, he keeps pacing back and forth. Aegon feels the tiredness pulling at him, yet he cannot close his eyes. He cannot bear the memory of his brother.

And the strong bastards have once again gotten away without punishment.

A hot rage rises within him.

He is angry with his nephews.

Angry about his half-sister.

Angry about his father.

He hates them all.

Aegon grabs the nearest object and throws it against the wall. The small wooden box breaks against the stone wall into its individual pieces. He couldn't care less.

His gaze lingers on the mirror. His long blonde hair is sticking out in all directions and is tangled. Restless and dull eyes stare back at him. Aegon cannot stand his own reflection. He approaches the small mirror and wants to smash it.

But his gaze is distracted by an old pair of scissors.

Without really thinking, Aegon reaches for it and begins to roughly cut individual strands of his blonde hair haphazardly. His hand trembles as the first strands of hair fall to the ground, and with them, the first tears fall from his eyes. Aegon angrily brushes them away with the back of his hand. Then he roughly grabs his hair again to cut off the next strand. His scalp pulls painfully when he tugs at his hair. But this pain is preferable to the pain in his heart.

His hand trembles, and his reflection in the mirror is blurred by the tears in his eyes. In the next moment, a pain shoots through his hand. Damn! The scissors had caught his hand.

Aegon throws them onto the table and looks at his hand. Blood flows over the palm of his hand and his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

The sight of his furious mother as she goes after his half-sister comes back to his mind. She bleds today as well. Aegon had never seen his mother like this before. He knows that Aemond is her favorite son and that she loves him with all her heart. But that she fights for him like that surprised him. And his heart filled a little with warmth. At least his brother has someone fighting for him. Aegon curse quietly.

"What are you doing there?"

Startled, he flinches and turns around. Unnoticed by him, his sister opened the door and entered the room.

"Nothing," he says. "Go away." He sounds meaner than he actually intended, but he wants to scare her off, so being meaner is better.

But Helaena does not disappear. Instead, she approaches him. While she goes to him, she tears the fabric of her skirt. Aegon watches her skeptically. She stops in front of him and reaches for his injured hand. Aegon is pulling it away.

"I said go away." he hisses at her again.

Helaena looks at him critically for a moment. Her gaze is uncomfortable for him. He doesn't want her to see him like that. He doesn't want anyone to see him like that.

"No." she answers and simply reaches for his hand again. Her fingers are warm as she touches his hand.

Aegon could theoretically shove them away. But he doesn't want to hurt her. After all, she is his sister.

Even if she is strange.

Even if she constantly has disgusting creepy-crawlies with her.

Even if she will someday be his wife. Or maybe precisely because of that?

Helaena starts to wipe away the blood and then bandages the cut with the fabric she tore from her skirt.

"That's just a small cut. It will heal without a scar," she then says. Helaena examines him closely. Aegon cannot stand her gaze, so he looks at his hands. Helaena still holds his in hers. She wasn't really thorough when it came to wiping off the blood. She even stained her own hands with blood.

"How do you know that?" Aegon asks, as the silence in the room is so uncomfortable that he can no longer bear it. He has no idea why he is asking that. He doesn't know what else to ask.

Helaena is his sister and his future wife, but she is also a stranger.

Aegon knows that it's his fault. He pushed her away from him, called her crazy, and repeatedly stated loudly that he did not want to marry a crazy woman.

"I am listening," Helaena replies, reaching for the scissors. "Sit down, otherwise I can't reach the top hair."

He is surprised by himself that he listens to her and sits down. Would she stab him with the scissors?

He deserves it.

He hasn't been a good brother for a long time. If he ever was one.

Helaena starts cutting his hair. She is cautious, and it is clearly more pleasant as it was as he tried to cut it.

"I also always hear what you say about me."

Aegon's mouth is dry. He never thought about how his sister felt with all his silly remarks. He didn't even think she would pay attention to him.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he whispers, unsure if she even heard him.

"I know," she replies to him. Aegon doesn't know what to say. He just keeps watching as more and more bundles of blonde hair fall to the ground. He feels that with each strand, a little of the weight on his shoulders lifts. The burden of the Targaryens.

He hates them all. His father, his half-sister, and his uncle. He hates the way they look at his mother, the way they smile at his siblings and him. He hates them all.

But he loves his mother, he would die for her and he will fight for her, just as she fought for Aemond today.

He loves his brother, even though he is always mean to him.

He loves his sister, even if he doesn't understand her in the slightest. Aegon can hardly looking at her for more than five minutes. Every time he did, guilt crushes him.

Once they are married, she can no longer escape him. Aegon will pull her into his darkness, and in the end, nothing will be left of the girl who was once his sister. He would plunge her into her misfortune.

How could she ever be happy with someone like him?

Aegon knows that he is not good enough.

His father shows it to him every day. He is not good enough for him, and that's why he is not the heir.

Helaena sets the scissors aside and runs her fingers through his hair, allowing the last loose strands to fall to the ground. Aegon leans into the almost tender touch and closes his eyes for a moment. Helaena carefully tucks a strand behind his ears. When Aegon opens his eyes again, he has to blink away tears and has to swallow a few times.

"Thank you for your help," he whispers and only then looks in the mirror. The typical long hair of the Targaryens is gone, instead, his blonde hair stops just below his ears. He wishes for a moment to get rid of the blonde, but he's not a strong bastard, so he has to live with it. Aegon suddenly feels lighter, and as he breathes in, he has the feeling that the air is truly reaching his lungs since a long time.

"That looks good on you," says his sister with a slight smile. Aegon turns his head towards her.

"Why are you so nice?" he asks confused. "I don't deserve this. I have neglected you, insulted you, and made fun of you. I don't deserve this kindness. You should have stabbed me with that damn scissors, then we would both be freed from our fate."

Helaena is silent for a moment. "Our fate," she says then and sighs. "There is nothing we can do to escape our fate."

Her voice sounds a bit distorted, and Aegon has to suppress the reflex to make fun of her and say something mean. Instead, he sighs.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry that I'm such a bad brother. I did not deserve any of your kindniss." he admits then.

"You deserve kindniss because you are a human Aegon. And I am your sister. I am you Family. You don´t have to earn that your Family cares for you and loves you. You are not a monster, Aegon. You are simply lost. But you will find your way back," she says with such confidence that Aegon wants to believe her. Even if he doesn't know if he can do it. He nods and tries it with a smile.

"I will do better." it sounds like a vow even though it isn't one.

"You will. Come on now," Helaena says, extending her hand to him.

"Where are we going?" Aegon asks, confused. He doesn't reach for her hand, and after a moment, she lets it drop again.

"To Mother and Aemond. It is better if we are all together today."

Helaena turns around and leaves her brother's room. She doesn't turn around, she knows that he is following her.

Helaena does not go to Aemond's chambers but to those that have been assigned to the queen.

Ser Criston stands dutifully at the door. When he sees the two children, he nods slightly and opens the door. Aegon steps behind Helaena, trying to hide behind her.

The queen's chambers are almost deserted, a small fire still burns in the fireplace, and otherwise, candles are lit. Alicent lies in the bed, holding her younger son tightly in her arms. Aegon can hear Aemond sobbing even though he is hiding his face against her shoulder. He sees how the body of his little brother trembles under his sobs. Aegon feels sick at the sight and would prefer to turn around and run away. But Helaena's hand closes around his and she squeezes it gently. Her grip is gentle even though he notices that she is tensing her muscles, ready to hold him firmly at any moment should he attempt to escape. Helaena is Aegon's little sister, but she is also Aemond's big sister, and Aemond needs his family now.

His mother lets her gaze glide over the short hair, the blood-stained hands of her children, and the bandage on Aegon's hand.

"Are you allright?" she asks her older children while her hand gently cares over Aemond's narrow shoulders.

Aegon just nods.

"Yes. We wanted to be together tonight," says Helaena as she approaches the bed. "May we stay?"

The corners of his mother's mouth twitch slightly, and Aegon is sure she almost smiled. But she doesn't do it. Aegon is afraid that his mother will never smile again. Alicent lifts the blanket that is over her and Aemond. Helaena gently pulls on his hand so Aegon has to move. Helaena slips under the covers next to Alicent. Aegon hesitates for a moment but then climbs into the big bed and lies down next to his brother under the blanket. Suddenly, Aegon feels like he is five years old again, and his mother has taken them all out of their beds to let them sleep with her in the queen's large comfortable bed. A strange feeling of warmth spreads within him.

Aemond slightly turns his head towards him. At the sight of the large red wound across his face, Aegon has to swallow. This scar would never disappear. Just like the scar on Aemond's heart. They all have the same scar on their hearts. In this case, it was Viserys who wielded the blade.

"You look terrible with short hair," Aemond says with a trembling voice but a hint of a smile on his lips. Tears gather in Aegon's eyes.

"You too," he replies in a hoarse voice. Aemond laughs briefly and then his body is shaken by the next sob. Aegon doesn't know if he is in pain or if he is simply hurt because of the injustice that has happened to him. He hesitates for a second, but then he carefully puts his arm around his little brother. Carefully, he gently pulls him closer.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers with a trembling voice, blinking to hold back the tears. Then he hears his mother's sobbing next to him, so he looks at her. Tears are running down Alicent's cheeks again. She holds Helaena in her other arm and now reaches out her hand to Aegon. He hesitates again for a moment before reaching for her hand. She wraps her hand around his, and as he feels the warmth of her hand, he can no longer help himself but let the tears run down his cheek.

"Mummy I´m sorry I failed you. It will not happend again. I promise. I will protect all of us from now on. I swear it Mummy." this time it is a vow.

His mother nods slightly and squeezes his hand. Then she kisses Helaena's blonde head and Aemond's forehead. She always did that before she put them to bed. Aegon had forbidden it years ago. Now, however, he slides closer to her and lets his mother kiss his forehead. Her tears hit his cheeks and mix with his. But as Aegon sinks back into the pillows and holds his little brother in his arms, the anger, the hatred, the fear and the guilt feels just a little bit less terrible.

Aegon had forgotten what it feels like to be with his family. That wouldn't happen to him again.

**

part 2/sequel

I love this 🥰😍

Summer Storms

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: How a summer thunderstorm ends up bringing you and your husband, Aemond, closer.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: fluff, arranged marriage, growing affection, some soft!aemond as well as awkward!aemond, I guess the ending could be seen as suggestive/fade to black but that's up for your interpretation

AN: This idea popped into my head because there was a storm and I hate storms. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

You knew that marriage would not be a great romance. It would not be love at first sight with grand declarations of love and sickeningly sweet sonnets, at least not for you. Your marriage to Aemond Targaryen was like any other union between a noble house and the royal family, solely for political means, the crown gains a powerful ally, and your house will see one of their own in line for the throne. You never expected anything different, but you still held onto the dream that you could experience romance. You knew it was foolish, but you couldn’t help it. You had grown up hearing stories and poems of love and they shaped you. As much as you wanted to be a realist, you were nothing more than a romantic and a dreamer. At the end of the day though, all you wished for was a friend if you could not have romantic love. Someone who you cared for and cared for you in return and could spend time with, but as weeks passed that wish seemed more like a foolish dream.

Aemond was distant. In the nearly two months since you had married you could count on one hand the moments you had spent with him, most of which had merely been silent meals together or small exchanges in the halls when you happened to pass by each other, you giving Aemond a shy smile and him nodding in return, if he noticed you at all. So many times, you thought of asking him to join you for tea or a walk through the gardens, but every time you would convince yourself that you would be inconveniencing him. You began to think you would never get to know your husband at all.

Until a summer storm came through the Red Keep.

A loud crash of thunder and a bright bolt of lightning woke you from your once peaceful sleep. Your heart beat rapidly within your chest. Ever since you could remember you had been terrified of storms. They brought you nothing but fear and anxiety. You knew sleep would evade you until the storm passed, but you would not stay in the confines of your chambers, that would only make the anxiety worse. Back in your homeland, you would wander around the halls, keeping your feet moving was the only thing that seemed to help. So, you donned your robe and slippers, grabbed a candle, and walked out into the hall.

-

You had been trying to go back to your chambers. An hour of idly walking through the Keep had not helped ease your fears, and all you wanted was to crawl into your bed to wait out the storm, but you had become lost.

The Red Keep was like a maze to you. Two months you had resided within its walls, and you still found yourself getting turned around. The halls were even more labyrinthian at night with the only light coming from the moon and torches, but the storm covered the light of the moon and snuffed out many of the torches, your candle was practically useless, but it brought you some semblance of comfort as you walked through the halls, the hem of your robe and nightgown damp from the puddles of rain water that scattered the floor.

A boisterous crack of thunder caused a muted cry to escape your lips. You walked faster down the hall, hoping that you would find the familiar door of your chambers. You kept your eyes down, trying to avoid the sight of the rain pelting against the stones of the castle and the wind whipping through the banners. While keeping your eyes downcast helped shield you from the sight of the storm, it only added further difficulty in your quest to find your room and caused you to run into something.

Your candle fell to the floor, and you gasped when someone grabbed your arm.

“Fear not, it is only me,” Aemond’s soft voice brought you a sense of ease if only for a moment, “What are you doing roaming about at this late hour?”

It was foolish, but you didn’t want to tell him why, afraid he might find your fear ridiculous and childish, “I could ask you the same question.”

You could not see, but Aemond smirked, finding your question about his activities amusing. He was about to answer with a witty comeback but was cut off by a crash of thunder.

You whimpered at the sound.

Aemond’s brow creased in concern, “Are you frightened of the storm?”

“No, of course not,” you feigned a laugh, “I am a grown woman, I’m not afraid of a—”

Another loud crash of thunder cut you off and you let out a cry. Aemond immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall towards his chambers.

Once inside, he turned to you with a sympathetic expression, “You can stay here with me tonight…or until the storm passes. Whichever makes you more comfortable.”

He quickly let go of your hand and walked into his room, busying himself with something or other. It took you a moment to fully comprehend what had just happened. One moment you were trying to find your chambers and the next you were in Aemond’s. And he actually spoke to you. You were certain that had been the longest conversation you’d had with Aemond, outside of reciting your wedding vows to each other.

You finally walked further into his chambers, taking everything in. It was warmer than you expected, almost inviting in a way, not very colorful, but you didn’t think it would be. Chairs and a couch could be seen off to the side, adorned with cushions and blankets. Various scrolls and books littered the tables, a map of Westeros as well, and along the back wall, a giant mural.

Aemond felt a bit of unease. He detested having people in his chambers, but the fear in your eyes due to the storm tugged at his heart in a way he couldn’t explain, and he had pulled you into his room before he even knew what he was doing. But the uneasiness wasn’t from you being in his chambers, it was because you being there didn’t bother him at all. It seemed natural to him almost, like you were a missing piece that was meant to be there all along.

You continued your self-guided tour through his room; you half expected it to just be an armory, a complete arsenal of weapons, but that would be ridiculous. Even the fearsome Aemond Targaryen must need a space of his own to unwind and rest, right? When you laid eyes on Aemond’s bed, you tried to stifle the laugh that bubbled up in your chest, but it escaped quietly through your nose.

The sound of your quiet laughter caught his attention, “Is there something you find amusing?”

“It is nothing.”

Aemond felt a tightness in his chest after he saw the small smile on your face, your continued giggling making him more flustered as he walked closer to you, “Tell me.”

His words were harsh, but the tone seemed more inquisitive to you. You bit back the remainder of your laughter and explained, “I know this will sound utterly ridiculous, but I’m surprised to see that you have a bed.”

Aemond blinked twice before speaking, “And why, pray tell, would I not have a bed?”

You began to fidget with your fingers under his gaze, “You don’t seem like you sleep.”

“Are you telling me I look like I need sleep?” His voice held a bit of offense.

You shook your head, “No, my apologies, I only meant that…to me you seem like someone who would find sleeping to be a trivial matter; that it would be beneath you. I suppose this has humanized you in my eyes. That’s all.”

Thick, heavy silence filled the room. The only sound that could be heard was the rain outside. You began to fear that you had overstepped and offended him.

“I am sorry. That was a foolish thing for me to say. After all, everyone must sleep, it is only natural.”

Before he could stop himself, Aemond chuckled, “I am unfortunately only a mere mortal, which means I do require rest to function.”

You smiled, “But I thought Targaryens were closer to gods than to men?”

“Well, that would be for our ability to tame dragons, not an ability to forever remain awake.” Aemond teased.

Had Aemond just made a joke? You had not thought such a thing was possible. The twists and turns of the night’s events were completely unexpected. The two of you smiled kindly at one another, affection blooming in your chest.

The moment was ruined, however, when the storm decided to pick up. A clap of thunder echoed through Aemond’s chambers, and the wind whistled as it slipped in through the windows, sounding like a ghostly moan.

You jumped, releasing another cry, and Aemond grabbed your hand and held it between both of his. It strangely brought you comfort, and you ran your free hand along the tops of his, taking notice of all the little scars you assumed he got from years of sword training and battles. When you looked up at him, his gaze was on your joined hands, a perplexed expression on his face.

“Um,” you cleared your throat, “if your offer still stands, I think I would like to stay here tonight. I do not believe the storm will let up anytime soon, and I do not wish to be alone. Is that alright?”

Aemond watched as you continued to run your fingers along his hands, he found the action odd, but it sent a wave of heat, like dragon’s fire up his arm and into his chest. He nodded when your words finally set in.

You felt a sudden wave of drowsiness come over you which Aemond seemed to notice.

“Why don’t you try and get some rest?” He moved his hands to your shoulders, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Alright.”

You took your robe off and placed it on a nearby chair. After a few moments of hesitation, you lifted the sheets and climbed into Aemond’s bed. You waited for him to climb in next to you, but when you looked over you saw him seemingly pacing back and forth between the bed and the small couch.

“Is everything alright?” You asked.

Aemond stopped in his tracks, “I do not wish to make you uncomfortable by sleeping next to you.”

“Oh,” his consideration for your feelings made your heart skip a beat, “I would not be uncomfortable with that.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

He hesitated for only a moment, then took off his leathers and awkwardly climbed into bed.

The two of you stared up at the ceiling, neither uttering a word. It would have remained that way if not for another crack of thunder that shook the whole keep. Not of your own accord, you quickly turned to your side and buried your head in Aemond’s chest at the sound. Aemond for a moment was rigid, his hand hovering above you, unsure if he should touch you.

“My apologies, I was just startled by the thunder. I’ll move.”

You started to return to staring back up at the ceiling, but Aemond stopped you, “You don’t have to move unless you want to.”

When you looked into his eye, all you saw was tenderness, something you had never seen in him before. It made heat rise to your cheeks and caused a flutter in your heart. You snuggled further into his side, and he in turn pulled you into his arms.

Safely wrapped in your husband’s strong arms, you drifted off to sleep, the storm forgotten as you felt nothing but warmth surround you.

 -

Aemond was the first to wake, only rousing due to the morning rays of the sun hitting his eye. It was unusual for him to sleep so late into the morning. He would normally be up before first light. He noted how well-rested he felt. It had been the best sleep he’d had in a long time, possibly even the best sleep he’d ever had.

He looked down at you, still asleep, a small, peaceful smile on your face. An unfamiliar feeling swelled in his chest and a wave of affection for you came over him as he continued to watch you sleep. His hand came to rest on your cheek, and when you unconsciously nuzzled further into his hand, he felt the sudden urge to kiss your forehead. Not one to lean into new emotions and feelings, Aemond abruptly pulled himself away from you and out of bed, causing you to stir.

Aemond gave an exasperated sigh, frustrated with himself for disturbing you, “Apologies, I did not mean to wake you.”

“It is alright,” you blinked the sleep from your eyes, “I suppose I shall return to my chambers.”

“No!” Aemond cringed at the volume and urgency of his voice, “I mean, please do not feel as though you must return to your chambers. You are free to stay here and rest some more if you so choose.”

“Oh,” your surprised expression sent a flutter through Aemond’s chest, “thank you.”

Aemond gave a slow nod of his head before walking off to get dressed for the day. You debated going back to your chambers, but you suddenly found yourself lying back down and drifting off to sleep once more.

Before Aemond left his chambers, he looked over and found you asleep again. That wave of affection he felt earlier returned, along with whatever that unfamiliar feeling was. A hint of a smile crept into the corner of his mouth as he gazed at you. The urge to kiss you came to him once again, only this time he did not cower away. Placing his knee on the bed, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. When you stirred slightly, he lost all of his courage and dashed out of the room.

-

Storms continued to roll through King’s Landing for over a fortnight, and each night you found yourself roaming the halls of the Keep unable to sleep. During your sleepless wandering, you would inevitably run into Aemond and he would take you to his chambers where you would spend the night in his arms. It had become almost routine. And as the nights passed by, both you and Aemond grew more comfortable with each other. Your meals together were no longer silent, he would walk with you in the halls, you had finally invited him to join you for tea, which he gratefully accepted.

It was slow, but affection had finally taken root.

So, when the storms had finally come to an end, you felt a mix of emotions. You were grateful the storms had passed, and you would no longer have to feel your chest tighten and stomach fill with dread, but there was a disappointment you felt as well. In the short amount of time you had been spending your nights with him, you had grown accustomed to sleeping in Aemond’s arms.

The night was still and quiet yet sleep still evaded you. You stared up at the ceiling waiting for sleep to finally take hold of you, but it never did. In your heart you knew why; you missed Aemond. You realized that you could no longer fall asleep without him, it felt as though a part of you was missing.

Not wanting to waste another second, you rushed out of bed, deciding you could not be parted from Aemond for even one night. You would tell him you had a nightmare or thought you heard the distant sound of thunder; that would be believable enough for him to usher you into his chambers and you could sleep soundly in his arms.

Quickly donning your robe and slippers, you practically ran to your large chamber door and threw it open. Upon opening the door, you were startled to find Aemond standing on the other side, his fist raised as if he had been ready to knock.

“I did not mean to frighten you.” Aemond said quickly, his voice laden with concern.

You let yourself catch your breath, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, um…” he paused, moving his hands behind his back, “I thought I heard thunder in the distance and wanted to check on you. I know you do not care for storms, and just wanted to make certain that you were alright.”

Seeing his gaze cast to the floor and the nervous shifting of his feet made your heart skipped a beat, “Aemond?”

The way you said his name made his chest tighten and heat bloom in his cheeks.

He looked up at you, “Yes?”

You took a step closer to him, “I could not sleep without you either.”

You had barely finished your sentence when Aemond seized you by the waist and crashed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, closing the door to your chambers behind him.

-

As you laid in your husband’s arms that night, you thought about the stories and poems you grew up with. That foolish dream of romance had not been so foolish after all it seemed. While your story was not one of love at first sight, sweeping declarations, or sickeningly sweet sonnets, it was still a love story. And to you, the great romances that were written about in storybooks could not compare to yours and Aemond’s.

Taylor Swift - Guilty as sin?

1.08 / 7.07 

It becomes obvious. It’s an emotional farewell. And it’s a humiliating position to be in.

Helaena: I want to hear the 3 words !

Aegon: I love you.

Helaena: That's sweet.Try again.

Aegon: Fine. I will behave.

(x)

Alicent: Aegon is in trouble!

Aemond: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest

(x)