The Hand That Feeds You

— the hand that feeds you

pairing: dark!aemond targaryen x fem!handmaid!reader

summary: you’d shown kindness to aemond early on as his handmaid, from which a friendship bloomed. but aemond had grown a dependency on it, and on you.

warnings: obsession, pining, arranged marriage

a/n: i haven’t written for hotd in soooo long, based on this request! i did change it up and have them be friends rather than her not liking him <3

he would not leave you be. aemond targaryen was obsessed with you, his sweet maid, for years.

it had stemmed from his childhood, the day after the incident with the velaryons. his old maid was frightened of him, and his disfigurement. she’d quit once she fully laid eyes on the little prince, so horrified she ran out of the red keep and hadn’t come back since. but life goes on. your mother worked at the red keep, one of queen alicents ladies.

your mother had hoped for you to work by her, perhaps under the princess helaena. but alicent had hoped for someone to take aemond on, and with how sweet you seemed from your own mothers tales she figured it be best to trial you with him. and lucky it worked.

aemond was standoffish at first, understandably so.

he was cold and rude, never bothering to stay around long enough for you to get a word in, your efforts discarded. but over time you’d managed to get him to open up. your soft demeanour was suspicious to him, half the people in his own castle couldn’t meet his eye, they talked to him and tolerated him out of respect for his station, above them. not because he was aemond targaryen.

your kindness was one in few, a rare occurrence. and soon enough a friendship blossomed between yourself and the prince. it may not have seemed so by any on lookers but aemond felt comfort in your words, your touch, in you. you’d never meant it as anything else but friendly.

aemond was smart, and wise, unbearably so for his age yet it never seemed to register with others in his early years. you noticed, you helped him bring it out. and soon enough aemond found himself craving for you, however he could get you. and as he grew his love did too. unknown to you of course.

you’d watched him grow from a young boy to a grown man, skilled and talented, more so than most. you admired his hard work, the hours he spent into building himself up, getting past his reputation as the disfigured boy, a distinguished prince now. feared as well, his skill with his sword was fascinating, the way he moved and fought was remarkable. his gorgeous silver locks, and sculptured face.

he was fascinating, but you only saw him as a friend.

you were now a young woman, stunning and intelligent, a woman grown. you’d been moved to be under helaena, which had upset aemond deeply, but he didn’t let anyone know.

and of course he knew that men would be coming for you. your own lordly father drowning in marriage proposals for his own daughter, of which you were blissfully unaware under false pretence and promise that you’d marry whoever you wished.

so why not enter himself in the list?

his name was quick to garner attention of course, and rose to the top of your fathers list immediately. a targaryen prince, wanting his daughters hand in marriage. was there anyone else better?

of course not.

aemond would finally have the girl he’d hoped and dreamed for since childhood, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. you wanted this, right?

what aemond didn’t anticipate was your rejection.

“aemond you are but a friend of mine, a good one of course. but you’ll marry a gorgeous lady, more well known than i, you’ll be happy. and i’ll marry lord james, he’s quite sweet, i like him.” the two of you had been walking in the garden, talking of the future when aemond brought up the idea of your marriage.

his one good eye began to sting, perhaps there was something in his eye.

“y/n.” his voice was stern and unwavering as you stopped in your tracks, your dress spinning as you turned on your heel, “my prince?” he hated your formality, he expected it from everyone but you. “you are already set to be mine, out betrothal is set.” you shook your head immediately, “no, no my father promised!”

aemond found your crying incessant and irritating. “it’s set, there’s nothing you can do. would you rather marry a random man, or me? i know you, y/n, and i know i can treat you better than any man alive. i will spoil you, i will care for you more so than i already do. with me, you’ll never have to worry about anything.” your tears annoyed him to no end, yet he’d let you cry for now.

for when the tears dried, and a new day dawned, you’d be tied to him, forever.

and who on earth would you be to bite the hand that feeds you?

i’ve gone insane, i wrote a 5.7k long fic on percy and his bestfriend.

in one day.

help me.

that audio is legendary and exactly how i feel about anakin skywalker

sobbing so fuckigns hard right now rereading trials of apollo. goodbye.

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please tell me you might just write for pjo indi

sobbing so fuckigns hard right now rereading trials of apollo. goodbye.

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i thought you stick n poked your tits n i was kinda scared ngl 😭😭

on today's segment of 'what did bee get stick n poked on her at 17?'

titties.

just the word titties on my right shoulder blade bc my friend said I wouldn't.

I WOULD DO ANYTHINGGGG 😫😫😫😮‍💨😮‍💨

sobbing so fuckigns hard right now rereading trials of apollo. goodbye.

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