Aemond Targaryen Imagines

Right now, you're mine

Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Hoping to escape King's Landing before the Dance of the dragons truly begins (Y/N) finds herself on the run from her childhood companion Aemond who becomes obsessed with her when he realises she has vanished and is quick to make sure he never loses her again.

.

Your hands shook as the flame lept to the paper and consumed it. Eyes watering as you pulled back and stared into the fire. The flames that danced over the small chunks of chopped wood did little to warm the cold hearth of Aemond's room. The letter had been troubling at best.

Aemond had demanded that you write to your parents and have them swear fealty to Aegon. Instead of an oath of fealty, they had replied with pleas to have you home and away from war. As their only child and heir, they would pay whatever they had to, to have you return. After a few attempts to find an excuse to return to your parents, it quickly became clear that Aemond would never allow it, that Alicent and Otto relied on you to make Aemond Malleable to what they wanted and that Aegon, who cared little if you came or went, would bend to the whims of his family so that even he was keeping you from going home.

It had been years since you'd been home. Over the years your parents visited but in truth you hadn't been back to your family's keep since you were young. As the king had grown sicker, your parents decided to leave King's Landing. They had begged you to return with them but you had been young and foolishly sure that you would be fine. You were beginning to wish that you had returned with them despite not being able to admit it to yourself. When you had been a child you'd been so excited to see the King's family and the dragons. Your father had been weary when you asked to attend a name day celebration for Aegon. His tenth name day though in truth you were so excited about being allowed to attend that you couldn't really recall how old he'd been.

You'd been young and excitable then and Aemond seemed to like you immediately. You both enjoyed reading and history, both found yourself shyly on the outskirts of the royal family. It wasn't hard for you to quickly bond with Aemond who appeared quite enamoured with you. Your mother encouraged your friendship, he was a prince after all, what better option could your parents find for their daughter? Though as he got older your mother began to encourage you to distance yourself. In your youthful arrogance, you ignored the warnings until it was too late.

"My lady?" One of your maids said as she stopped at the door. You turned to her and smiled as you got to your feet.

"Has Aemond returned?" You asked quickly. She looked down at the floor and shook her head.

"No, my lady. The dowager queen asks for you." The girl said quickly. She was a new maid. One that was found to have no ties to Rhaenyra and the maids before Viserys passed. She was quite skittish but to your good fortune. Gullible.

"Send my apologies. I do not feel well. Ask her if it can wait till morning. I would not wish to make her or the queen sick at a time such as this." You said quickly and threw in a dramatic sigh and a clutching of your belly for good measure. The maid nodded and curtsied clumsily as she hurried from the room. As soon as the door closed you darted around the room. Everyone would expect you to return to your rooms and rest so with quick hands you grabbed at the scattered gold coins that Aemond left tossed around on tables and chairs. Hiding the coins in the skirts of your dress while trying to look sickly you shuffled to your room. There were few guards and when you did pass one on patrol you gave a heavy cough and a sigh. It did the trick as the nervous-looking man eyed you dubiously and decided to rush past instead of stopping you. As soon as you reached your rooms you rushed to the wall beside your bed. Digging your fingertips into the wall you pulled at a large loose stone to reveal a small bag of supplies that you had been gathering. Some dried fruit and meat, coin, a map and a change of clothes. You quickly changed as best you could without the help of a maid and hurried to find your cloak. It was a dark heavy fabric and the hood fell over your face enough to obscure it but still allow you to see clearly. Looking in the large mirror opposite your bed you smiled. You barely recognised yourself. You looked like a peasant, anyone from Fleabottom, nameless and forgettable. You certainly didn't look like a lady of the Reach who held the favour of one of the princes of the realm. With a deep breath you turned and grabbed at the bag before pushing between the mirror and the stone statue attached to the wall. Pushing against the wall a small opening slid into sight and you shoved yourself through, making sure to shut the hidden door behind you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you made your way through the unlit corridors. As you moved about the walls of the Keep you could hear people talking to each other. It felt as if they might hear you and catch you at any second. The feeling of anxiety didn't stop as you finally reached the last door. It was heavy, the old wood cracked and complained as you heaved the door open enough to push through. Hurrying as fast as you could without calling attention to yourself you made your way down into the belly of the city. As you reached the city walls you spotted a man loading up a cart and arguing with someone, a boy clambering into the cart was trying to help him. You recognised the banner attached to the cart. To your good fortune, you wouldn't have to trek your way home if he would take you.