~I think of how the mystics read by the light of their own bodies. What a world of darkness that must have been to read by the flaming hearts that turn into heaps of ash on the altar, how everything, in the end, is made equal by the wind.~ Daenys Velaryon lives only for others, yet within her heart, she harbours a whisper of selfish desire. She has dedicated her life to her brothers, becoming their staunch advocate, their steadfast defender, their eldest sister, entwined with their destinies. What purpose, she wonders, could she have if not in their service? Yet, in the quiet moments, when shadows soften the world, she dreams of a life unfettered, free from the heavy chains of duty and sacrifice. She does not covet the Iron Throne, nor does she wish to spill her blood for its cold, unyielding promise. However, to forsake her responsibilities and thrust them upon her brothers would make them a target of the realm's violence, defying the very essence of her being. For Daenys is nothing if not their protector, the guardian of their fate, even as she longs for a destiny of her own. **Prequel to An Eye for an Eye **Book 1/2 Rankings - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/7/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (19/6/2024) - #1 in aemond (29/6/2024)

dark elf aemond targaryen x reader "𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧₊⁺⋆☾ When you got closer, you could make out more details about him. An eyepatch covered his left eye, with a jagged scar protruding from the top and bottom. It did not mar his face, for the angelic beauty of it surpassed any physical blemish. His jaw was sharp and as strong as the trunks of the elder trees outside. His lips were twisted into a smirk. The eye you could see was the most brilliant shade of bright blue, yet held an unspeakable darkness. You could feel his gaze pierce through the inner workings of your soul, judging and calculating. Despite being a king, there was no crown upon his head. He did not need one. His very presence, dark and imposing, was enough to command fealty from anyone. Pieces of the stories you grew up hearing flashed through your current thinking, all now undercut with the ability to put a face to them. The elf king Aemond Targaryen was a being unlike any you had seen before. ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧₊⁺⋆☾ (summary inside)