Aemond Targaryen Imagines

Dance

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Request: Anonymous asked: "You might enjoy the next ball if you danced with someone." Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader. Alicent is trying to convince Aemond to go to a ball. She insists that you dance together

"Seems you have an admirer," Aegon said in your ear. You jumped and turned to him. He'd come up behind you as your dance finished.

"What do you mean?" You asked. Aegon leaned in until he was resting his face against yours and forced your head to turn towards Aemond who was staring at you. He waved to his brother, wiggling his fingers as he grinned.

"He is not admiring anything. That is how Aemond always looks." You said and looked over Aegon's shoulder to an eager lord who was waiting to ask you to dance. Aegon made a noise as if he thought you were wrong and went to pester his brother.

"Not going to dance?" He asked. Aemond said nothing, sparing a glance at his brother before turning his attention back to you. When nothing Aegon said riled Aemond he decided to leave him to his brooding and found someone else he could bother. The ball ended in high spirits with the king promising that the next few days would be filled with balls, feasts and dancing. You hurried to find Helena, breathlessly regaling her with your thoughts on each lord. She in turn informed you of which lords she thought would make good husbands, with the wisdom of someone who had only just been married and was rarely pleased with their husband.

"We shall have to decide which one you want and use the festivities." Alicent said quietly as she walked a few steps behind the two of you. The two of you erupted into giggles which made Alicent smile fondly before gesturing to two nervous women to escort you both to your rooms. She paused in the corridor, watching you and Helena walk arm in arm, whispering and giggling, glancing around gleefully as you gossiped.

"You might enjoy the next ball if you danced with someone." Alicent said to Aemond who sighed.

"I do not see why I must attend. Father does not wish for me to be there. I could be doing something with my time that is useful." Aemond complained.

"Perhaps you should dance with (Y/N) instead of keeping watch." Aegon said. Alicent scolded him and then sent Aegon on his way, talking with Aemond as they walked the corridors of the keep.

The next day brought a grand tourney. The king, who was fond enough of you that Alicent never allowed you to be alone with him, out of envy or sympathy you were never sure and dared not to ask lest the protection stopped, arranged for you to have your own favours to give out at the tourney. You sat beside Helena who whispered to you about which brave knight she preferred. Aegon sat in one corner. He was being fanned by bored looking servants while lazily sipping small goblets of wine, so much wine that when the tourney ended he had to be carried out by two servants who all but threw him into his carriage.

Aemond sat stiffly at one side of his mother who sat coldly beside the king. Each time someone tried to engage Aemond in conversation about the tourney he would stare them down until they trailed off and gave up. During the mid-afternoon as the second rounds started a young knight from the reach called up to the balcony area and asked for your favour. Helena had already given hers to a Hightower cousin and turned to you, grinning excitedly, her face slightly flushed from the heat and the small glass of wine she had been sipping. As you turned to collect your favour you caught Aemond's eye. His gaze held yours as you picked up the favour and when you turned to throw it down onto the lance you could feel him watching you.

"Good luck my lord." You said politely. Returning to Helena she quickly swept you up in giggling and whispering. Alicent cleared her throat and the two of you glanced at her. Her face was stern but there was a ghost of a smile, reminding you both that you were to behave. The rest of the tourney was uneventful. The lord from the Reach lasted until the final round and almost won. He finished rather unscathed and the king had him and the winner join the royal house at the feast that was later in the evening. Helena insisted that you sit beside him. Aemond sat on the opposite side of the table and seemed to stare at you both the whole evening. When the feast was over the lord asked you to dance. To your disappointment dancing was the lord's only fault that you and Helena could find. He stepped on your toes, bumped into other dancers and tripped over his own feet. Knocking you into some chairs you stumbled only to have a strong hand meet the small of your back and push you to your feet. When you were spun in a small circle, away from the chairs you found Aemond had come to your rescue.

"Pity." He said.

"Pity?"

"Yes. Your perfect lord of the reach. It is a shame he can not dance when it is something you love." Aemond spoke as if he was smug and gracefully moved you about the other dancers.

"We cannot master all things. He was wonderful in the tourney." You muttered. Aemond hummed and glanced down at you.

"There is little skill in tourneys. Anyone can get on a horse and whack each other with sticks. Real fighting takes skill." He glanced at the lord who had retreated to the side of the dance floor with his family who seemed to be consoling him.

"Helena thinks he would make a fine husband." You said. One of Aemond's hands rested on your waist while the other held one of your hands. It was a stiff old Westerosi dance style that the maesters preferred over the Valeryon dances. His hand dug into your back at your words and his face darkened.

"A fine husband if all you wish for is a man to take part in tourneys." Aemond said in a cool tone. You glanced at the lord, smiling when you realised he was watching you closely.

"He's handsome too." You responded hoping your tone made you sound like someone who knew a great deal about marriage and matches as Helena often managed when she would talk to you about it.

"A handsome tourney lord. How ever will he defend your keep? Seduce the invaders?" Aemond was cruel when he spoke and you stopped, stepping away from him. He looked at you and realised he had spoken out loud.

"What invaders would he need to protect me from? I like him just fine and that had nothing to do with you." You curtsied appropriately and hurried away towards Helena. When Aemond looked over at her she gave him a scolding look and shook her head, listening to what you were saying. Aegon joined the two of you and looked from you and Helena, grinning wickedly as he listened. Aemond groaned and stormed out of the halls.

"Aemond?" Alicent called.

"Mother. I am tired." He answered quickly, hoping it would allow him to be dismissed.

"Tired." She answered. It was a tone that was much more sharp than Aemond was used to from his mother and he looked at her curiously.

"Certainly you are not going to allow some tourney lord to..." She trailed off and looked mildly annoyed that Aemond interrupted her.

"Mother! There is nothing... Whatever Aegon has told you... he is a drunken fool who cannot keep secrets." Aemond sputtered out. Alicent smiled and nodded, approaching her son with caution as she straightened his shirt.

"Aegon is many of those things. But you are no fool and unfortunately. His claims to be educated in lust and romance aren't far off... though neither of us will ever tell him I have said such things." Aemond quickly nodded and muttered that he agreed. Seven forbid Aegon found out that there were people that thought he actually had any kind of seductive talents. "If there is something that you desire, you are a prince of the realm. Some tourney knight holds no comparison... even with the king's approval for such a knight to show interest in his daughter's closest friend."

"I do not know what I should do." Aemond muttered quietly.

"You have fifteen more days of this festive season. Do something." Alicent reached up, cradling Aemond's head in her hands as she kissed his forehead and then turned to go back into the main hall where another round of dancing had begun. Aemond nodded to himself, retreating to his rooms to think about what could be done about you and your knight of the reach.