The news of Princess Alysanne’s pregnancy had arrived swiftly, borne by the anxious steps of a Maester who had been dispatched to the Queen’s side. There was little time for the full weight of the revelation to settle in, for Alysanne’s symptoms were not the sudden, sharp pangs of certainty, but rather a series of quiet whispers from her own body, tender signs that her blood had not come, that the ache in her stomach had subsided. Yet, there was no escaping the fact. A Maester had been sent, as had the subtle questions that left her feeling uneasy, forced to speak of such intimate matters in the harsh light of those who stood witness, Aemond, the Queen, and her ladies in waiting.
Her discomfort had deepened when the Maester had asked if she had been ‘making love’ to her husband, a term which felt foreign to her, untrue, almost mockingly soft. Making love, indeed. Alysanne had always preferred the term duty, or that was what it had been, nothing more. Yet, there was little room for evasion, and in truth, it was the final confirmation they had needed. With the words spoken, her body had betrayed her, and she was with child.
The following day, Aemond had learned the full extent of her frustration. She had refused to leave her chambers, locking herself away like some delicate bird unwilling to face the world. In her seclusion, she buried herself in the romance novels she had always loathed, and yet found herself drawn to them now in a peculiar kind of self-inflicted torment. The sight of her sulking had stirred something in Aemond, something sharp, something dangerous.
So, with a kind of cold determination, he had taken action. Gone were the books of courtly love, their soft, whispering promises, replaced with volumes heavy with the weight of history, with the unflinching truths of House Targaryen, their bloodline, their wars, their dragons.
The tall bookshelves now filled her chambers, the space that had once been hers alone, had become a room of study. A round table stood in the center, two chairs facing one another like adversaries at a duel.
For the first time in what felt like an age, Alysanne settled herself at the table, shifting uncomfortably until she found a position that didn’t make her feel like she was at war with her own body. Her gaze met his across the table, but this time, there was no sneer, no mockery in her voice, only a faint smile as she spoke, her thoughts drifting back to a time when life had seemed simpler.
“Jace and I were studying High Valyrian together,” she began, her voice soft, warm with memory. “And Luke and Joff were being taught the common tongue. It was simpler then, the days before everything seemed to twist and turn.”
Aemond's gaze remained impassive, but the smallest flicker of interest passed across his eyes. He took his seat, listening intently as she continued, her words pulling him into a world far removed from the one they now inhabited.
"After our studies, I would care for the younger ones. I was to learn the ways of a mother, how to tend to their needs, how to care for them as Jace and I had been cared for. Aegon, Joffrey, and Jace... They were inseparable, shared everything. Viserys was still but a babe though that only meant I get to spend more time with him than anyone else. Mayhaps I learned much of motherhood from caring for him, or all of my brothers, really. And oh! Aegon had a spirit like no other, wild and unpredictable.”
“Aegon, third of his name,” Aemond’s voice cut through her recollection, and there was a strange note in it, a mockery she was far too familiar with. “Did you know my mother was offended when your own named your little brother after the Conqueror? It seems everything your mother does offends mine.”
Alysanne smiled, a knowing smile that did not reach her eyes. “It did. But they reconciled. You and I, we are partly to thank for that,” she said, her tone turning more reflective, her lips curling into a faint but genuine smile.

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The Realm's Fright | HOTD S1 | Fem!OC x Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction
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