Aemond Targaryen Imagines

Ñuha riña

Aemond x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Valentine event

Request: Anonymous asked: "Because I'm in love with (Character). I love them. That's right. I love them. I love them. I love you, (Character) ." Aemond Targaryen and female reader please for valentine2023

You could feel his eyes on you as you danced. No matter how much you turned, how deeply into the crowd the dance pulled you, his eyes found you. They burned onto you as if his gaze alone had the power to force you to turn to him.

Doing your best to ignore him you turned and twirled but he seemed to grow larger and larger. Taking up as much of the room as his beast of a dragon it was hard not to catch him in the corner of your eye or a glimpse as you turned one way or the other. The music slowed and stopped. The dancing finished and you found yourself facing the table that he was sitting at with his mother. A habit now. Though he could fight well with one eye, for the sake of the toes of the ladies of Westeros, he often sat out of dances.

"My lady." Someone said they took your hand in theirs and kissed the back of it before you'd really noticed who they were.

When he rose you realised that he was the son of the lord who had been arguing with your father before you had left for King's Landing with your aunt and uncle. His father had been moving the border of his keep and lands closer and closer to your fathers and he had to stay behind to deal with him, rather than come to court for your season. Your aunt and uncle had offered to take you. Your uncle, on the day you arrived, had immediately been taken to Otto. Your family's keep was not too far from Oldtown and had a long history of supporting the Hightowers. No doubt Otto wished to send help or advice for your father. Though not a large or overly powerful house, your father had managed to blossom the family into a house of high standing. Blighted only by the encroaching neighbour.

"My lord." You said politely and tried to retract your hand from his grip. He smiled at you and sniffed a little, clearing his throat as he straightened up.

"How wonderful that we should both be here in King's Landing, together. Almost as if the gods had planned it." He drawled out and smiled. You assumed it was an attempt at charming you but you imagined it had much of the same effect as a wolf grinning at a rabbit.

"The gods... or perhaps your father." You finally pulled your hand from his clutches and stepped backwards. As you did you crashed into someone, stepping on their foot which caused you to turn in surprise and apologise.

"My prince. A pleasure." The Lord said and almost barged you out of the way as he tried to shake Aemond's hand.

"Perhaps you would like to take a seat with my sister, Ñuha riña, the dancing must have left you tired. Too tired to entertain lesser men." When Aemond addressed you it was with a gentle tone and a stare in his eye that was soft and affectionate as if he had embraced your cheek with a gentle hand. The last part was addressed to the Lord who flinched as if Aemond had struck him with a sword and drawn first blood.

"I am well Prince Aemond." You said and turned to the lord hoping to drive the prince away. Since you had arrived he had made his interest in you obvious. So much so that his queen mother had found you as you sat alone, reading. She beckoned you to sit with her and say that you reminded her of when she was young. A flattery, you had hoped. She had talked for a while before asking what you thought of Aemond. When you'd answered that you would marry who you needed to, to help your father solve his problem with his keep, she looked a mixture of remorseful and pained. As if your answer hurt her deeply but she didn't want you to know.