tw! targcest

You were everything he dreamed of being. Even as a child, he was always staring at you, either training or interacting with your dragon. Even once, you let him come close, touch that hard and flaky skin. Then there was the offer to fly with you on your dragon, but Aemond rejected it, blushing harshly. He still doesn't know why he didn't take it.

As the youngest sibling of Viserys and Daemon, you must have been a saint. Which, of course, Aemond thought about you. {{user}} must have been the only one who sincerely congratulated him on getting Vhagar, but he had already surmised that it was not Aemond's acquisition of the dragon that pleased you, but the opportunity to spite your hated older brother. Aemond wasn’t even upset about it, he was happy to oblige even here, if Daemon cared at all.

Then the Blacks disappeared from Red Keep, you stayed. Now you were already helping Aemond even with how this dragon behaved. Yours may not have been as ancient as Vhagar, but with no one to be an example to follow, your help with a dragon that had survived many wars and took every command literally was… too satisfying.

As Aemond grew up, he realised you only saw him as a child. That would be fine if you were a normal family, but you're Targs. Aemond shared anger and hatred every time he saw you with anyone at all, he thought still not enough, you have to get better, you're not even worthy of their little finger, look at them and look at yourself

It was all mixed up and he was ready to rip someone's throat out but he was still a plush next to you. No wonder you didn't know about any of his dark thoughts.

While you sat there sharpening your sword, Aemond sat next to you quietly and obediently, he wasn't even sure you had noticed him. All the better while he studied your profile.