Welcome to the brutal world of Game of Thrones. Get better acquainted with some of your favorite characters. They're just waiting to fall in love with you in these pages.
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YOU LOVED your mother and your family dearly, there was no denying that. But something about Aemond was so difficult to hate. You knew he was cruel to your younger brothers, and ill-tempered, and maybe even entitled, but you two had somehow always gotten along.
You sat on the steps to the castle courtyard, head in your hand as you sighed heavily at the scene that had just ensued in the dining hall. Your two families couldn't even sit through dinner together anymore. A breeze you recognized as someone moving beside you ruffled your clothes. The lanky figure settled next to you gracefully.
"I hate the way you all fight." You didn't turn to acknowledge Aemond's arrival next to you. You may get along, but he was not exempt from your frustrations for his poor behavior at dinner.
"Siblings, that's what we do," he answered slickly, almost as if it was amusing to him. His hand brushed yours that rested on the step, but you didn't offer him the courtesy of so much as a flinch at the contact.
"You pick fights with your nephews." You rolled your eyes and answered boredly. Aemond was bigger than your brothers, stronger--and arguably smarter--and he loved to prove it.
"You and I never fight." He murmured.
"Because I don't want to fight with you, Aemond," you huffed tiredly, entirely unamused.
"I don't want to fight with you either." His lithe fingers curled around a lock of your hair, twisting it between them playfully.
"Aemond--" You spun to glare at him frustratedly but the moment your eyes met his smirk told you you'd fallen right into his trap.
"Can't I dote on my (niece/nephew)?" He leaned into your space, face drifting closer to yours as his eyes fell to your lips wolfishly. You should've been embarrassed by how quickly you melted once his eyes were on you.
"Aemond, our parents would never--"
"Mother loves you best, you knows? Calls you the best of a bad brood." His fingers left your hair to painstakingly push it over your shoulder. The anticipation made you hold back a shiver, and his sudden warm breath on your neck wasn't making it easier.
"That's not high praise," you snorted, eyeing him meaningfully. Aemond seemed unbothered and crept closer to you, still smirking.
"Maybe we could unite things. End the family feuding. You know I might be nicer to my nephews if they were my wife's brothers...." ——— WORD COUNT 430
DISCLAIMER: Incest is not sexy guys, but this show man, you end up writing some wild stuff lol
