You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, incest, hinted non-con, involuntary imprisonment, non con adultery, pregnancy, a little injury involving a knife, and blood, death of characters, war and all that comes with it, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
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Aemond regretted it
As he gazed at you, he regretted telling you he had murdered Cregan, showing you his burnt cloak he find in the remains of the battlefield
You had become catatonic, dead but breathing, you refused to eat, to speak, you were barely breathing, laying on the bed, it got so bad he released your chains, but you didn't even try to stand, or run away, you just laid there.
The maids revealed to him you did eat at night when he wasn't there, that you cried when you believed nobody could hear you
You were still there, but when he was near, you wear dead
Since the first time he had you, he spent two whole weeks making you his, then he flew to the battlefield and completely destroyed the Winterwolves, half of the army, but he took out Cregan, making them dissolve in the Riverlands.
He returned, you knew something was... different, he didn't see you in days, hoping to erase all trace of battle from himself, and when he was "clean", he had returned to you, he spent a month with you. But no matter how many times he had you, and how excited he was that your blood moon haden't come yet, you wouldn't let yourself go, you wouldn't surrender fully to him, and he grew exasperated
So as the received word that the old cunt had taken King's Landing and he was here, with a reluctant woman - since now you were unknowingly a widow he believed he could marry you once you were with child-.
He lost it
He threw it in your face that as soon as he recuperated King's Landing, you were going to marry. "That mutt" was well dead and burnt, turned to dust under Vhagar's flames and he had his cape to prove it.
That is when he lost you even though you were right there
Another month has gone by, his army went to surround King's Landing, his younger brother Daeron was winning on every town that was unlucky enough to swear to the blacks
Aemond sighed when he planned on what to do with you, when he felt arms around his shoulders
"My love", Alys whispered in his ears, "I'm here, please", he released himself from her grasp, and she whine, tired of this, tired of your looming presence in the castle, in her home, "she doesn't want you", he bit out
"She will", he said softly, you knew you were a mother, and once he got you pregnant, he believed you were going to react again, become alive, with some meaning, you still had Rickon, Winterfell was still intact, once you had another pup in your belly you were going to recuperate, he was sure of it
