Aemond Targaryen Imagines

Save my heart

Summary:

In an attempt to keep peace, Viserys wed Rhaenyra's only daughter to Aemond. Years later Alicent finds herself caught between the loyalty to her son or her daughter-in-law. With Aemond showing he cares very little about what happens to the mother of his heir he is surprisingly enraged when she vanishes one afternoon during a council meeting.

Notes:

Recommend listening to the POV: you're Aemond Targaryen's weakness playlist on spotify while reading. It's what I was listening to while writing.
Aemond X Fem!Targ!Reader but also (platonic Alicent x Reader?)

Even draped in the gray fabric with her head bowed and her back facing Alicent, she knew it was Rhaenyra. She was kneeling exactly where Aemond had said she would be. It had taken everything to have him spare her death. His plan might be worse.

"Rhaenyra." Alicent said as she waved a hand and dismissed all of the Septas. Panic reached Rhaenyra's eyes as she turned and stared at her childhood friend before glancing around and relaxing a little.

"I was not expecting you." She said calmly. It was mildly frustrating that her nerves hadn't rattled her. Especially when Alicent's hands were sweaty and her throat was so dry with anxiety that she felt the need to cough deeply.

"No. You are lucky I convinced Aemond that I would deal with you." Alicent said slowly as she knelt down before the altar and lit a candle. Rhaenyra watched her and for a moment it was as if nothing had ever changed.

"I have not come as an enemy. I simply came to see my daughter. Her letters stopped." Rhaenyra said quietly. There was a tone to her voice that held a firm accusation that something had happened to her daughter. Alicent's eyes closed for a moment. She took a deep trembling breath. Thought of you. Of Helena and her grandchildren and swallowed all her guilt deep down until she felt numb.

"Rhaenyra..." She started.

"I am her mother! My father wed her to Aemond so there would be peace. A foolish idea but I... the only girl I have birthed... that lived. She is not Aemond's, she is my girl." Rhaenyra seethed out with sharp words. Her eyes watered and she turned back to the candles before them.

"She is dead! Rhaenyra. She has died." Alicent snapped out. She hadn't been sure that she could do as Aemond commanded. Her eyes widened for a moment and the guilt reared its head, larger than Baelon the black dread had ever been looking down on her and casting judgment on her for the coward she was.

"No." A small broken noise. Tears slid down Rhaenyra's cheeks and she shook her head. "I would know. I would know if my girl had... What of her child?"

"They are both gone. Vhagar lit their funeral pyres. It was a son." Alicent recited what Aemond had told her to say and stared forward at the lit candles.

"So he takes another child from me." Rhaenyra said with a hollow coldness. She stood and said nothing else as she left. Alicent stayed frozen to her spot as she raised a hand to cover her mouth and muffle the sob that escaped her as her gargantuan monster of guilt dove down to consume her.

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"How is she doing?" Aemond asked as he sat beside the bed.

"The birth was hard; she will still need more rest before we can be sure." Maester Orwyle said as she tended to the weak young woman in the bed. Aemmond looked down at her slowly.

"The baby?" Aemond asked casually. He had done little more than look at the small life since it was first brought to him.

"Growing stronger. But I am worried about him. He is rather small." The Maester said quickly. Aemond leaned back in his chair and glanced at the frail shape in the bed.