Aemond Targaryen Imagines

My Lady

Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Request: Anonymous asked: "You make it sound so bad. All I did was withhold a little information." Aemond Targaryen and a Fem!Reader please. He doesn't tell her that someone else was in love with her.

You stared at the woman who smiled and turned away. The lord you had pined after. Who you had tried to pursue had loved you? He had wanted you. He had told Aemond as much.

You felt a hot fury claw its way up your throat and lodge itself as an angry ball. Going to sit alone for a moment you spotted one of Lord Corly's nieces. She smiled and came to sit with you.

"So? Are you excited for the wedding?" She asked. Her face fell when you scowled at her.

"Did your lord not... oh seven...! Tell me I have not ruined the surprise." She said quickly. You shook your head and when tears welled in your eyes she glanced around and swiftly stood, arm linked in yours, pulling you away. The two of you talked quietly together as you explained everything that you knew. Her face twisted with emotions as you explained.

"Treachery." She whispered sympathetically. You huffed and nodded.

"After all he has said. There shall be no hope now." You muttered and looked rather mournful. She left you having been called away. She would depart for Driftmark but promised to write to you once she arrived. You spent the day wandering the Keep's grounds. Avoiding the glances and whispers about what had happened. When evening drew closer and began darkening the sky you decided to retreat to our rooms. A fus was made when your maids found you and you refused to have something to eat, telling them you were going straight to bed.

"All this fuss over one lord." Aemond said. He made you jump as you turned and found he had been silently walking behind you. There was no need for him to be on the side of the Keep that your rooms were in. There wasn't anything of interest for him bar your rooms. Huffing you turned away and stomped in the direction of your rooms so your angry footsteps echoed around the halls. He chuckled which made your anger bubble and grow.

"A fuss you created!" You snapped. You found he had kept pace with you. Meaning that when you stopped and turned as you shouted he was suddenly alarmingly close.

"There will be others I am sure." He sounded as if he were teasing a child. His tone was light and amused.

"How could you!" You said after a long pause. It was a weak feeble sound that had attempted to sound furious and fearless. It died as a whisper as you stepped back and sniffed, trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of your tears."

"You make it sound so bad. All I did was withhold a little information." He said and smiled cruelly. It seemed cruel in the dim torchlight, his eye glinted and his dark green clothes seemed black making him some sort of wicked shadow crowned in white gold, tormenting you.

"Withheld! You lied!" You accused and he tutted his tongue.

"All I did was avoid telling the lord exactly who it was you held affection for. It is not my fault if he was so fool headed that he moved to propose marriage to another Lady within the day." Aemond spoke as if he had practised what he was saying. He sighed out his words patronisingly looking down as he spoke, feigning innocence until he looked up at you, cold and unforgiving as he stepped closer to you. You tried to hold your ground and not give in to the urge to back away.

"You knew a match was being made. You ruined it because you are selfish. Seven knows I hate you! I never want to see you again! I have never hated anyone so..." Your fury reached its peak and before you could see sense your hand raised to slap the prince. A firm hand grasped your arm painfully tight and you were pulled against Aemond as his other hand came down against your face, holding it painfully tight between his fingers so that no matter how you fought you couldn't escape.

"You do not hate me, my Lady. Even if you did it would do you no good to attempt to resist me. I am a prince of the house Targaryen. Who would allow you to escape my clutches? Certainly no Lords of the realm. Do you think your sweet lord would rescue you? All it took was one word from me and he abandoned you for another woman." He paused and leaned closer you could feel his breath on your face as he continued to speak, refusing to let you loose as you squirmed. "Truly did you think I would allow another to have you? If you run from me, I would find you wherever in the world you chose to hide."

When he was finished he pushed against you and you crumpled to the ground. Mercifully he let you get to your feet and flee. One of your maids, who had been with you since you were a child was waiting for you. You told her everything that had happened. She sat you down, made you eat and whisked herself around your rooms. When the darkness roosted itself firmly over King's Landing she led you carefully through the corridors of the keep and out to a small gate. The path she followed suddenly became thin and when you looked down you could make out a sheer, deadly drop into the ocean. Slowly the two of you skirted along. When she turned at the end of the path she reached out.

"Quickly my lady. The horses are waiting." She whispered. Her hand was warm and comforting as she pulled you off the last of the ledge and towards two horses. She handed a bag of coins to a man who shook it a few times before nodding. Mounting your horse the two of you managed to make your way out of King's Landing.

"There is a boat not too far from here. It should be able to take us to Driftmark. Your friend is still there. Her Uncle should be able to help us get away..." She trailed off as if her plan went no further. You were just glad to be away. Aemond had been a constant pressing presence and now you felt hesitantly free. Turning the horse in the direction your maid pointed out the two of you urged them on and hurried through dark side roads. As morning began to threaten to wake the sky and expose the two of you to anyone who might be passing by the sound of the sea in the dim light of the early morning you looked up, exhausted and looking forward to the boat that your maid kept mentioning. Your poor horse sighed with exhaustion but continued forwards. As you looked up you noticed a darker cloud among the others.

"It looks like it shall rain. Will the horses be alright?" You asked. There was a tut from the woman ahead of you.

"My lady there are more important things to worry about." She said quickly. With a shrug, you looked back up towards the sky. Your eyes widened in horror as the dark cloud moved and twisted in the air, growing impossibly large until it consumed the others, taking on the shape of a massive dragon.