Aenyra Targaryen is the first born and one true heir of her mother Rhaenyra Targaryen, growing up Aenyra and her uncle Aemond become nearly inseparable, eventually causing the friendship to evolve into a deep undeniable love.
Despite the two being...
Aemond woke up to a loud noise and jolted upright when he realized Aenyra was not beside him. Quickly, he rushed to the bathroom, where the sound was coming from, only to find her hunched over a bucket, retching.
"Aenyra!" Aemond called out as he hurried to her side, gently holding back her long hair and patting her back as she groaned in discomfort. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"
His frantic voice finally registered with her as the wave of nausea began to subside. She leaned back against him, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. "I'll be okay, my love. It's nothing—"
"I don't believe you! First you nearly faint in front of me the other day in the cave, and now you're throwing up? I'm going to get a maester!" Aemond insisted, concern lacing every word.
"Aemond, please, I'm fine! You know what happens if you summon a maester. This will all come to light," Aenyra pleaded, her voice weak but earnest.
"It's going to come out eventually, Aenyra! I can't just sit here while something might be wrong with you!" Aemond's voice rose in frustration, and before she could respond, he stormed out of the chamber.
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"Maester Orwyle, what's wrong with her?" Aemond asked, anxiety lacing his voice.
"There's nothing wrong with the princess, Prince Aemond," the maester replied calmly. "She is simply pregnant—about two moons along, I would say. From the looks of it, the child will not be born a bastard." He offered a knowing smile, glancing at the dried blood and the cuts on Aemond's lips that mirrored Aenyra's. "Congratulations to you both."
Aemond froze at the maesters words, his gaze locked onto Aenyra's. She had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed unleashed a torrent of emotions within her.
"I will take my leave." Maester Orwyle said softly, slightly bowing his head he turned to leave gently closing the door behind him. Aemond sank to his knees before her, awe etched on his face. She was carrying his child, their child—a reality he had only dared to dream of. He placed both hands on her small waist and pressed a tender kiss to her abdomen.
Aenyra ran her fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Aemond..." she called softly, noticing him shy away, tensing under the weight of his feelings.
"Aemond, don't hide from me," Aenyra urged gently, bringing her hands beneath his chin to lift his face so their eyes could meet.
Aemond's heart raced as he locked eyes with her, the warmth of her touch anchoring him amidst the swirling storm of joy and fear within. "I've never been so frightened in my life, Aenyra," he confessed, vulnerability seeping into his voice. "What if I fail? What if I can't protect you or our child?"
Aenyra's expression softened, her eyes glistening with understanding. "We'll face it together, Aemond. You are not alone in this." She cupped his face, her thumb gently brushing against his cheek, grounding him further. "You've shown strength in so many ways. This... this is just another battle to face, and I believe in you."
He leaned into her hand, finding comfort in her words, though doubt still lingered at the edges of his mind. "But our family—"
"Stop that! You, me, and this baby are a family now. When they find out, everyone will see this as a blessing in disguise. Aegon will surely give up the throne, and we'll convince my mother not to harm him or Alicent. Everything will work out!" Aenyra reassured him, kneeling before him and wrapping her arms around him, which he returned immediately, feeling warmth and strength radiate from her embrace.
Aemond held her tightly, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as her words wrapped around him like a warm cloak.
They had faced challenges before, and with Aenyra by his side, Aemond felt emboldened to tackle whatever lay ahead. "Alright," he finally said, determination strengthening his voice. "Let's prepare ourselves. We'll confront Aegon with the idea, and if both he and Rhaenyra agree, we'll set up the meeting between them."
"I'll need to do it without Daemon's knowledge," Aenyra replied, her expression serious. "There's no way he'll allow Mother to go. Knowing him, he'll claim it's a trap or worse."
Aemond nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "Then we'll have to be discreet. If Daemon discovers our plan, it could jeopardize everything." He paced the room, thoughts racing. "We need to convince them that this is for the greater good."
Aenyra crossed her arms, defiance flickering in her eyes. "This is for the greater good, Aemond. We can't allow Daemon to dictate our future or Mother's decisions. We must find a way to unite our families instead of tearing them apart."
He paused and turned to her, her fiery spirit igniting his own determination. "You're right. We'll talk to Aegon first."
"Have you spoken to Jacaerys about our plans?" Aenyra asked, a note of anxiety creeping into her voice.
Aemond noticed the gears turning in her mind as she paced, her hand pressing against her stomach in thought. With warmth, he approached her, gently guiding her to sit at his desk. "Aenyra, everything will be alright. I spoke with Jacaerys last night. Although we're not exactly friends, he understands how crucial this is and, most importantly, he supports you." His hand rested over hers, still on her stomach, and in that moment, he remembered he had a gift for her. "Close your eyes; I have a surprise for you."
Aenyra's worried expression instantly transformed into a radiant smile at the thought of receiving a gift. Following his instruction, she shut her eyes tightly, resisting the urge to sneak a peek.
Aemond turned to the desk drawer, pulling out a small velvet pouch. With care, he slid the ring he had crafted for her—the one he'd envisioned since their reunion—onto her delicate finger. "Alright, you can open your eyes now."
As Aenyra slowly opened her eyes, her gaze fell upon the sparkling ring that now adorned her hand. She gasped in awe at its beauty; the silver band was set with two smaller sapphires flanking two larger, side-by-side stones. Overwhelmed with emotion, she struggled to hold back tears.
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"I meant to give this to you last night, but we got a little carried away with each other," Aemond said with a warm smile. "You and your family had just left King's Landing, and I had already found someone to craft this for you."
Aenyra's eyes widened in surprise. "You planned this even back then?"
"Honestly, I would have done it sooner if I hadn't been so distracted with you —just like I was last night," he admitted, a hint of playful mischief in his voice.
Aenyra felt her cheeks flush, her heart swelling with gratitude. He was her rock, her joy—he was the very breath she breathed, she didn't think she could ever love him more than she did in that very moment. "Thank you, Aemond."
He responded with a tender kiss, first on herforehead then on her nose, and finally on her lips, sealing the moment with warmth and affection. Aemond smiled, brushing his fingers gently against her cheek. "Are you ready to put our plan into action?" he asked, helping her rise to her feet.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Aenyra replied, determination shining in her eyes.
