"she was so innocent, so pure and and a complete contrast to what Aemond was, or rather, growing up to be" Aemond Targaryen X OC I DO NOT OWN HOTD OR ITS CHARACTERS #1 in got- 2/3/23

Aemond Targaryen spent most of his life alone, being picked on by his own brothers and nephews constantly for being considered a "twat" or "freak", but not by his niece, Alyssa Arryn. Alyssa was his niece through his younger half sister, Princess Viserra Targaryen, and her husband, Lord Hubert Arryn. They were raised in two different parts of the world, never truly getting close, but she remained in his thoughts. She remained in his heart. One night he gets the courage to claim the almighty Vhagar for himself, but then horrors fill the caves of Driftmark...as well as the walls of the Eyrie. Horrors that would weaken House Targaryen for many, many years. Will the house of the dragon recover after such tragedies hit? Will Aemond be forever forced to only know Alyssa in his thoughts? Will Alyssa be strong enough to endure what the gods intend for her? ****A lot of OC's in this, and as usual High Valyrian dialogue is italicized**** ***This is my darkest story. I understand it might get a little too dark at times, but I will do my best to guide those that wanna skip those parts with my TW's so just remember. You were warned*** ***bring tissues. Y'all know I'm gonna make you cry***

When Visenya Velaryon was born paler than the winter snows barely six moons after the wedding of Rhaenyra and Laenor, the whispers started there. Bastard. No matter how hard Rhaenyra tried to claim she was Laenor's daughter, her resemblance to Daemon and her pale skin proved her lies. The lies and whispers tormented her throughout her life. Then one night on Driftmark in an attempt to protect her half brothers, the life she tried making for herself all came crashing down thanks to the uncle that hated her more than anything; at least that's what she was made to believe.

"You will beg for me to fuck you." Aemond gripped Verena's jaw with one hand, pressing her wrist firmly to the bed, " I know you want to Verena and when you come to me, on your knees begging for me to touch you. To take you. I will sit there and laugh."