Midnight Blades [Aemond Targaryen x female!reader]

Midnight Blades [Aemond Targaryen x female!reader]

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Game Of Thrones: House Of Dragons
Game Of Thrones
[Female reader insert] As a princess of Scythe, a small nation on the mainland of Essos and across the Narrow Sea from Westeros, the threat to your life is a very real possibility. One night, an assassination attempt on your life takes a turn when you find yourself crossing swords with Prince Aemond Targaryen and life only gets more interesting from there. Enemies to lovers. This is an inclusive reader for all races - no mentions of skin colour and no blushing, hair, height (only that they are shorter than Aemond who is quite tall). Also on my AO3: LostInAStory Warnings: there are dark!themes and slight dubious consent, violence, death and lots of kinky smut. 18+ only.
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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)

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