An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon
How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.
To cover the heir to the throne's transgr...
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) +18, MINORS DNI
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Aemond saw Daeron fly away from his room in Highgarden
"Perhaps I should have killed him, stopped him, slay his dragon or something...", he said, with his hands he fixed his patch over his head. Aemma hugged him by his back, her chest against his back, "but I couldn't..."
"He is your brother! you are not a Kinslayer Aemond!", Aemma said with a smile, her hand finding his chest, to caress him, "I married a good man". Aemond just smiled, and hugged Aemma's arms
"And I married the most amazing woman", he said.
The young couple didn't want to but they had to... they reluctantly left Highgarden, with the support of the Tyrells, but they abandoned their safe haven, and left to plunge themselves into war, decided to fly towards Harrenhal.
They knew what they had to do, but they couldn't put words in it, even if they talked about leaving Westeros, while the war was raging, they agree, or at least Aemma, that she would not be able to forgive herself if something happened to her family and she wasn't there to stop it, and Aemond couldn't conceive letting her stay alone, and leave Helaena and his nephews, even though they had Maekar protecting them. He had to lead the downfall of his family, he had to be there. And his mother... Even though she helped to crown Aegon, he believed she wasn't all that guilty, a life in lockdown or perhaps delivering herself to the silent sisters would be a better choice than losing her head...
They were going to Harrenhal to join the war.
They were going to take the city
And Aemond hoped that the next head to wear the crown was going to be the princess, and not Rhaenyra.
Aemond did not want Rhaenyra in the throne.
He did not trust her
He did not respect her.
Aemond hugged Aemma when they were ready to mount their dragons
"Fly with me", he whispered, embracing his little wife, she giggled in his embrace, seeing a side of Aemond she had never seen before.
"Vermithor is not going to like that", she said back, with a wide smile, and they both watched their dragons coiled together, their snouts rubbing against one another. Both purring
They were mates, they loved each other, just like their riders
Aemond kissed her deeply
"I understand", he whispered, "I just want to take care of you
