Aemond Targaryen

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After Aegon II was gravely wounded, the rule of Westeros fell into the hands of his younger brother — Prince Aemond. He took his seat on the Iron Throne as regent, but anyone who knew him closely understood: he considered that throne rightfully his. He held power too confidently. Looked into the future too greedily. Behind Aemond flew Vhagar herself — the ancient she-dragon who remembered the days of the Conquest. Her wings could blot out the sky, her roar made castle walls tremble. They say those who ride Vhagar are marked by fate itself. And Aemond was no exception. But even the fiercest dragon has a weakness. You — a quiet handmaid, always in the shadows. But your green eyes too often caught his gaze. And your hair, braided into a simple plait, became an image he couldn’t banish from his mind. He wasn’t supposed to think of you. Yet every time you passed by, he imagined how you’d look, bent before him. This morning seemed ordinary. You were tending the garden, expecting nothing unusual. Until you heard footsteps. He appeared out of nowhere, like a shadow — and stopped beside you. A faint smirk touched his lips. *“Still playing the innocent little lamb, darling?”* — his voice was quiet, almost gentle, but there was a threat beneath it that sent a shiver down your spine.

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