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"All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four seven, baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labor "-Labour; Paris Paloma
Aemond Targaryen did not imagine things would end like this.
Genuinely, Aemond believed that they would be able to defeat the Blacks and keep the crown on Aegon's foolish head. And if he was too stupid to rule, Aemond would be there to help him as his Hand. However, that bitch Rhaenyra knew how to move, or rather, Daemon knew how to threaten and keep allies at his side. Many of these allies of Aegon who ended up betraying him for the alpha woman.
This is how he ends up on his knees, with the heads of his family presented before him on that bright, sunny day, where he became the last being with Hightower blood in his veins, and where any shine in his eyes disappeared.
“Aemond Targaryen, as the only omega, your life will be spared.” Rhaenyra had announced, ignoring how tears fell from Aemond's single amethyst eye as he saw the heads of his beloved siblings and his mother. “To keep yourself safe, you will marry Lucerys Velaryon and become the Lady of Driftmark.”
Aemond just cried while laughing. Rhaenyra wasn't protecting him, she was protecting the Velaryon throne for Lucerys. Everyone knew he was a Strong bastard, but with a wife, with a Targaryen omega , his claim on Driftmark would be strong and no one could remove him from the sea throne. Aemond was being punished for the actions of the Greens. They even used his hidden omega sex against him and married him with the one who took his eye and marked him forever as an undesirable omega.
This was only the beginning of his end.
Life in Driftmark was quiet.
Aemond did not leave his room that he shared with his alpha and only stayed reading, ignoring the actions of the Blacks, or the rumors of his lack of a child in his womb. Even after almost two years of marriage, Aemond had not become pregnant.
And honestly, it wasn't even Aemond's fault. The omega knew that he already lost, he couldn't refuse Lucerys and his demands, so he knew what he should do. However, it was Lucerys himself who preferred to follow Rhaena's skirts. As expected, Aemond knew what his husband was doing and the only thing he felt was humiliation and sadness.
That mighty Aemond had fallen so low.
His life would take a turn when Lucerys finally decided to visit that landscape between his legs and finally fill it with his seed. For his first time, Aemond could admit that the alpha did well and gave him more pleasure than pain. But above all, Lucerys gave him something even more valuable.
A baby.
The pregnancy spread throughout the kingdom, and there were even celebrations in the name of Aemond and the unborn baby. It was the first time in years that Aemond showed himself to the public as a good omega, the omega that his own mother had tried to create until she gave up. Aemond was dressed in beautiful dresses that showed off his slight belly, with his long silver hair in beautiful braids and with a soft and beautiful face. Aemond represented the purest Valyrian beauty.
Aemond could admit that they were the best months. Lucerys was attentive and although he did not love the alpha, he was grateful for his company. He had no one else to confide in about his back pain or his strange mood swings. Aemond only had Lucerys in his corner, and it was something he knew very well.
But one night, just days away from giving birth, Aemond decides to leave the warmth of his room and walk through the long corridors of Driftmark, praying that he will not encounter the visiting monarchs. He didn't want to put up with Rhaenyra's hypocrisy or Daemon's mockery.
But Aemond didn't know that that night would change everything.
“The one-eyed omega is about to give birth. When the time comes, we will cut out the belly, remove the baby, and Aemond will die. No one will suspect. You can stay with your legitimate heir and marry Rhaena.” He heard Daemon's malicious voice reveal.
Aemond felt his breath hitch and he clutched his belly.
They wanted to kill him.
They wanted to open him like an animal.
They wanted to take his baby away from him.
They were going to kill him.
They were going to kill them.
“That baby is the only thing keeping you as heir to Driftmark, my sweet boy.” Rhaenyra continued with a sweet voice.
Aemond felt his breathing increase. He couldn't control it. His vision was becoming blurry and his body felt on fire. Aemond walked away aimlessly with tears stagnating in his eyes, not falling yet. Once they began to fall, Aemond broke, and his sobs became somewhat more audible. Aemond felt like he was drowning, knowing that he was left alive just so that he could bear a son. In the end, he would be killed just as his family was, with their heads adorning the doors of the kingdom.
Just thinking about the heads of his family made Aemond feel even more pain and stress. And it all led to him feeling a pain in his stomach. Aemond cried, scared, full of anguish and wishing that his mother was there to help him with his pregnancy just like how she used to help him with his jealousy due to his lack of dragon.
“Mother.” He whispered, crying for his beloved mother and her help. “My baby. My baby. Mommy, where are you?”
Aemond babbled and sobbed, moaning at the pain. Once he felt a warm liquid run down his legs, Aemond knew. He was having a miscarriage. His baby would not survive. He wouldn't survive. Aemond stayed there, leaning against the wall, crying. Little by little, between cries, moans of pain and with drops of blood running on the ground, Aemond made his way towards his most faithful companion.
Between limps, and with blood staining his white nightgown, Aemond walked to his great dragon, the only thing they did not take from him, although they never allowed him to fly on her, and it was one of the things that hurt him the most.
With his long silver hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, and tears covering his face, Aemond thought of Laena Velaryon, and could understand why the woman had chosen such a death. Aemond wouldn't just die like that. His death would not be chosen by Daemon, a Maester, Rhaenyra, or Lucerys. He would choose. Aemond Targaryen would choose his own ending. And there was nothing more dignified for someone with dragon blood than to die in fire.
Aemond looked sadly at his dragon. His dragon who would have to kill her rider for the second time. Aemond was very sorry. He was pained by what he was going to ask for. But the pain was too much. Aemond couldn't take it anymore. Not only his heart and head hurt, but also his belly.
“Vhagar, Dracarys!” He shouted, not caring if anyone heard him. But his dragoness gave a whimper, knowing what her rider was asking for. “Dracarys! Dracarys!”
The plea in Aemond's voice was not enough to make Vhagar release him from his suffering. Aemond got closer to his dragon, showing her his tears and the blood that bathed the ground, his legs, his nightgown and his hands.
"Kostilus, Vhagar! Tepagon dāerves, ñuhys raqiros.” Please, Vhagar. Give me freedom, my friend. Aemond's plea only made Vhagar make a moaning and sad sound. “Kostilus. Kostilus.”
The continuous plea for release finally seemed to break Vhagar's will when she saw that her rider really couldn't take it anymore, he seemed to be even worse than how her beloved Laena was. Vhagar didn't want to do it, she knew she wouldn't be able to take it. Not again. Even more so when Aemond, at some point, when he was still truly alive, had looked so much like his beloved Visenya. But seeing her rider beg was enough and with infinite sadness, Vhagar opened her mouth and Aemond could see the fire forming and being close to coming out and burning him.
“Aemond!” He heard Lucerys scream and the footsteps of several people.
“Stop!” He heard Daemon's scream, who felt something when he saw that scene repeat itself.
“Iksan vaoreznuni, se kirimvose. Dracarys!”
I'm sorry, and thank you.
Those were the last words Aemond spoke to his dragon before he closed his eyes and hugged his belly gently, peacefully awaiting the hot fire of his dragon, which freed him from all his pain.
Until the end of their days, that image of Aemond burning himself did not leave their minds, and it seemed to have affected Daemon more than anyone else, as he watched history repeat itself. Seeing how his decisions always ended in the death of those with Valyrian blood. First his wife, and second, his own nephew, the only omega in the Targaryen Family for years.
At the end of their deaths, the Blacks had awakened several years in the past, when Aemond Targaryen was just a sweet ten-year-old boy, with two amethyst eyes and no dragon. When those amethyst eyes still showed the fire of life and when his mind was still just as prodigious. When Aemond was safe and sound.
It was that second chance that made them swear that Aemond Targaryen would be protected. Aemond Targaryen would not have the same end as Laena Velaryon.
Not again.