House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Opponent - Part 3 - Aemond x Reader

"You look fine........" Criston said, as he watched his sister look at herself in the mirror yet again. (Y/n) pulling at the dress and doing her best to not make it feel so uncomfortable.

It had been years since she had had to wear a gown; in fact, it hadn't been since she had served Lady Dondarrion that she had been forced into such a thing. The road and selling your services as a sellsword, were not conducive with skirts or fine gowns. The years that she had been apart from her older brother, spent in boots, breeches, shirt and leather armour. So, this, was so completely out of her normal attire.

"Can't you just make some excuse. Tell the prince that I am sick. I am sure that he won't miss me, Criston. He probably won't even notice I am there if I do go. I am sure that he will have far better things to think about than one sellsword that isn't there........" (Y/n) sighed, as she took a seat on the bed. Grumbling at the skirts as she got her legs tangled up in them, again.

Criston couldn't help but chuckle, as he looked down at his less than pleased sister. Even as a child, she hated dresses; much preferring to dress like him as she helped her father, the cooks in the kitchen, or the kennel master with the dogs. It only when the Lady Dondarrion had given her a role as one of her maids, that she had been made to look like the beautiful woman she had always been. And despite her discomfort, Criston wanted to show her off. To prove to all that his sister was so much more than the swordswoman that was training the younger prince.

"I would, but you know that Prince Aemond requested your presence, personally. And I am sure that he would like to see you in the dress that he gifted you." Criston reasoned, as (Y/n) brushed her hands over the soft green material. Her shoulders dropping before she let out a heavy, defeated sigh.

"Fine. I will go for a while. But once the prince has seen me and then goes off to dance with whatever ladies he has to dance with, I will be leaving." (Y/n) finally replied, getting to her feet and pulling on the dress one more time, before taking her brother's arm.

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"So........" Aegon began, as he leant over to get closer to his brother.

"Are we finally going to get to meet your sellsword......?" He continued, before finishing his drink. Aemond rolling his eye, wishing that his older brother had stayed away from the celebrations. That instead, he had drunk himself into a stupor in his own room. But, there mother had insisted that all her children should be there, and now Aemond had to put up with him.

"(Y/n) is not just a sellsword........" Aemond bit back.

"She is more than that. And she is Ser Cole's sister. A woman that fought with him during the border conflicts with Dorne; that helped him raze the watchtowers. So, you should show her more respect........." The prince hissed. Ignoring the look from his mother.

"I have heard that she is hideous. That that is why you have kept her away from all of us. That she is scarred and ugly. That she limps and has a hump on her back. Perhaps it is better that we do not see her.....I have no desire to vomit......." Aemond suddenly slamming his cup on the table in front of him and getting to his feet. Glaring at his older brother.

"Your graces. My lady, prince Aemond........" A voice came. Those on the high table turning to see Ser Cole addressing them; and by his side, his sister, looking even more beautiful than she normally did. Aemond smiling at his brother, before turning his attention full to the younger Cole. The prince making his way from around the table and coming to stand in front of her.

"I am so glad that you came........" Aemond said, before holding out his hand. Criston taking his sister's hand from his arm and placing it in the prince's palm.

"Would you care to dance......." He continued, once more ignoring his mother, before leading (Y/n) to the floor.

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"You look beautiful....." Aemond said, as he brought her body closer to his and moved her across the floor.

"No, the dress you gave me is beautiful. I just happen to be in it. Though when you get distracted by all the pretty ladies that wish to dance with you, so that they can say they have been seen with the prince; that they have danced with a dragon. I assure you it will be coming off. Such things are meant for well born women, not me........." (Y/n) retorted, before she stepped around him, following the dance. The pair moving together as they would in the practice arena; though this time, Aemond hoped that he would not end up flat on his back. The prince placing his hands around her waist and holding her tight, before he lifted her up into the air, only to draw her back to his chest, as the music continued.

"You know......." The dragon hummed into her ear. His hot breath fanning across her neck.

"If you like, we could disappear together; and you could remove that dress in front of me........." (Y/n) stopping the dance at his words. Turning her head so to she could look into his eye.

"I am not a whore, Aemond. Not even for a prince.........."

"I do not want a whore. If I wanted that, I would follow my brother into the city. I am sure that he knows all of them down there. No, I want more than that. I want a woman to stand by my side; to fight by my side. A woman I can trust.........I want you, (Y/n)." The prince explained. The pair standing there amongst the crowd for another moment, before Aemond took her hand and quickly pulled her from the room.