But white soon turned red, and a bastard girl was born in fire and blood, a babe who didn't burn.
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In which a Targaryen slave was sold back to her family
Aegon T x Female oc x Aemond T
Helaena T x Female oc
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Aegon Targaryen, the second, was rather enjoying married life. He hadn't thought that he would, as much as he did, but he supposed that the person one married would make all the difference. He spent all his days in enjoyment, lounging in bed with Allarria in the morn and training with Aemond; he even read his father's history books in his mother's room, accompanying Heleana every afternoon.
Yes, he had to admit his life was very pleasant now. He especially looked forward to the evenings, when he and his lady-wife would take to bed every evening, making love in ways that no whore could compare to. Perhaps it was because she was flexible, or maybe because she was more than open to trying new things. But when he took the time to think about it, it truly was because the whole act of taking her to bed was a truly intimate thing, being sure to take the time to care for each other as they made love. He got to hold onto her tightly, sometimes so tight her waist would be bruised the next day, but by the gods, it was like an out-of-body experience to hear Allarria desperately call his name when she came in every which place they deigned to fuck.
He looked forward to the mornings, too, where he could proudly show off all the marks and scars that Allarria had designed to give him. He caught the looks on Aemond's face every time, almost green with envy, as he stared at the hickeys on his neck or the nail marks on his back as he changed. Aegon could tell that Aemond was more jealous than anyone, well perhaps he might have found some competition in Helaena if she hadn't been far away in her marital home of Highgarden. Instead, he took all out on Aegon during their training, knocking him down left, right and centre, ensuring that he added to the marks already on his skin with every hit of his sword and every kick of his boot. But Aegon was improving; slowly but surely, he was getting better. Sure, they weren't quite evenly matched just yet - but he would be soon.
But if one were to ask what Aegon's favourite part of being married, he would say that it was Allarria's sole attention being on him. He was under no disillusionment; Helaena was Allarria's favourite; she perhaps hadn't been so in the beginning, but he had to admit that his sister had a sort of beguiling charm that one couldn't help but feel drawn to, and Allarria was no different. Sure, he might have been her first choice in the beginning; it was the very reason he found himself so attached to her so quickly, but he knew if it came down to him and Helaena, if someone held a knife to her throat and demanded she chooses between them. She would choose Helaena. Every. Fucking. Time.
Still, he had something Helaena would never be able to get her hands on. They were bound together, Allarria and he, forever and ever, till death do they part. And nothing would part Aegon from his wife other than the hand of death itself. His mother knew that. He'd seen the overly concerned looks to Allarria, the hushed whispers begging Allarria to tell her if he hurt her. But he couldn't bring himself to blame her, not when he'd seen her grow up as she had him. He'd seen all that Viserys had done to her, none of it pretty. How could he blame her for doing her level best to save one of her children from suffering as she had, especially when she'd been unable to stop her husband from doing as he wished with Allarria? She'd watched and couldn't save her before. She wouldn't do it again.
Perhaps there was a slight resentment at the thought that Aegon could be anything like his father. But Alicent meant well. She wasn't going out of her way to hurt him. She was just trying to protect one of her babies.
But whenever there was peace, a massive tsunami just had to come in and fuck it all up for him. He'd read the letter from Tomas over his mother's shoulder. Helaena was having one of her epic meltdowns, and she wanted Allarria. But she was a married lady, and Aegon wouldn't have her leaving his side. Especially not when he knew she'd go running into the arms of another. He'd shrugged mercilessly as he allowed his mother to take his wife's place, abandoning her own husband to rush down to Highgarden, not taking a break or even writing a letter. Only leaving her eldest boy in charge of her correspondence.
It had been too late by the time Allarria had come into the room. Alicent was long gone, and all that was left in the room was an angry Allarria and a smug Aegon. He was very proud of his achievements, yet it seemed his lady-wife could not share the same sentiment.
Aegon had known she'd been mad, but perhaps he hadn't quite anticipated just how angry she would be. But he found out. He found out when he'd had to spend the first night since their wedding night apart, and he was not amused. Nor would he make the same mistake again.
