A Royal Play • Aemond Targaryen

Dream

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What could've been

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I watched as Aemond chased after young Lucerys, an animalistic grin on his once kiss-flushed lips. His eye once filled with love and hope, were replaced with anger and hate. He didn't look like that little boy I grew up with, the one who caught a butterfly and presented it to me when I was feeling sick.

He wasn't the prince who would laugh at the lords whenever they made a funny sound or the boy who would kiss his sister's wounds.

There are many things about Aemond that you don't just get to see. But this Aemond was nothing like the boy I fell in love with.

This war changed the both of us. I understood his pain, I can forgive him, but only if he can forgive me.

None of this was his fault, it was mine. Ever since I stepped back into his life, everything worsened for both of us. We were never meant to fall in love or become the people we are today.

Fuck that witch, he wasn't starting this war, not if he can help it.

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Storms End
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Vermithor soared high into the sky as Baelon peered over the side of his dragon, he grabbed a bow and arrow, pulled back the string, and aimed at one of Vhagar's wings.

Memories of the forest play in the back of his head, of Aemonds stare as he helps his wife guide her bow. Despite the hostility of that morning, he felt every breath Aemond took. At that time, he was just starting his chase. He was ready to break the prince, not knowing that in the process, he too would break.

Baelon takes a deep breath as he steadies his bow, the wound at his stomach pulsating with pain as he stretches his back so he's stiff as a board, keeping himself steady on his dragon.

Vhagar goes to bite down at Arrax's tail, but his arrow manages to embed itself on her wing, distracting her. Thankfully it goes unnoticed but her rider.

Aemond grunts as Luke and Arrax hide themselves in the mountains.

Baelon reaches down towards his stomach, the blood still heavily leaking through. With a grunt, he guides his dragon down.

He watches as Aemond's singular eye widens as Vermithor flies in front of them, his wings batting harshly toward the older dragon. "That's enough Aemond." He orders, eyes dark and foreboding. "I will not allow you to hurt my brother, not for some petty grudge, he was just a boy, as you and I were." He yells over the harsh winds, thankfully he is loud enough that Aemond can hear.

"I left you at Storms End, injured and unable to follow." Aemond yells back, eye dark and angry. He knew Baelon was in pain and overexerting himself. "Did you really think that one wound to the gut would stop me from protecting my family? I would rather die a thousand times than see either one of you hurt. So please Aemond, enough of this and come with me to Esso's, where we will be free and happy. Let's run away from all this pain and anger" Baelon states

It was Aemond's every intention to kill Lucerys and then return to Baelon, get him to understand and forgive him. Then they will run from the crown and be with one another.

But seeing Baelon dying before his eyes, he couldn't risk losing him, not again.

Aemond nods, with a tear in his eye. Baelon smiles through the pain, his fingers trembling against his stomach.

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Esso's
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Aemond gasps a soft moan as Baelon presses his leg to his chest, folding him almost in half with every thrust. The older male presses soft kisses to his thigh as he works his hips down and into Aemond's trembling body.