Exile - Aemond Targaryen

"I am not your problem anymore, Daemon. So who am I offending?" The words rolled off my tongue were laced with anger, so much anger- anger that had lingered within me for years, dormant as he used me for his pleasure.

"So I won't give you a title and you throw this tantrum? Is a fucking title all that you care about, Arla?" He nipped back, his voice low and his grip vicious on my arm.

"Let me go," I trembled.

"I will do no such thing, and much less so you can go fuck my nephew, no. I had you first, and I intend to keep you."

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In which Lady Arla Celtigar discovers that there is more in life than warming Prince Daemon Targaryen's bed.

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*AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEMALE OC*

(This is an Aemond Targaryen story, all credit goes to House of The Dragon except for Arla Celtigar and all of her storylines).