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Assistant: Title: the Dragon's Mistress
        Author: MisguidedAsgardian Freya1996 
        Chapter: 5/18 
        Summary: You were the last living child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, hold up in Dragonstone until one day Aemond Targaryen came for your seat, you bend the knee to him, and he decides to make you his mistress
        Contents: Chapter 5: Jealousy
    

    

        
          
          
            A dark sentiment gets you in trouble
          
        

  

  
  
    
     
  His eyes were on you.
 
  The son of Lord Celtigar that had bent the knee to your mother was older than you, ten years older at the least, you had seen him before, he had come to Dragonstone to plan the war, standing on the side. 
 
  He was handsome, dirty blonde hair, gray eyes, his handsomeness was ethereal, clearly the blood of old Valyria ran through his veins.
 
  He looked at you sadly, he pitied you, and that made you look down at Aemond’s feet right by your side
 
  “Lord Celtigar”, greeted Aemond, his arrogance was the one of a King, seated in the Dragonstone throne like it was his own, well, technically it was. 
 
  “Prince Aemond”, he answered carefully, “I’m here in the name of my house, of the entire Claw Island”, he said solemnly, but his eyes darted to you once in a while, he was visibly uncomfortable
 
  “Bend the knee”, answered Aemond simply, “do your house and that island a favor”, Lord Celtigar barely nodded and did as he was commanded.
 
  You had always felt fascination for House Celtigar, they were of Valyrian descent but somehow they were believed to be a lesser house than the Velaryons of the Targaryens, they had grown wild on the Claw island, they took to the seas, they were like pirates, they wore furs and braids in their dirty blonde heads, they carried axes instead of swords and round shields made of wood
 
  They were kind of incredible
 
  Lord Ardrian looked at Aemond from the floor, and pledge his house to Aemond’s cause, whatever that might be
 
  But his eyes always turned to you, and Aemond noticed, smirking widely as he leaned in and placed a hand on your shoulder, you were lucky he didn’t palace it in your head like you were some dog.
 
  “Let’s talk in private”, Aemond encouraged, standing from his throne he signaled Ardrian to follow him, and he did, out of your sight. 
 
  You were supposed to stay there? you wondered
 
  Both men walked out of the throne room and towards the war room, a smaller room for private audiences where you placed the painted table, the room had a balcony from where you could see the sea. 
 
  “They say the Celtigars moved to Westeros even before the Velaryons”, he began
 
  “They did”, he said dismissively 
 
  “So far off, you have barely any Valyrian blood left in your veins”, he continued, Ardrian just looked at him, not distracting himself with the beauty of Dragonstone, his castle was even greater, filled with treasures from all over the world
 
  “Indeed”, he accepted, “we have welded with Westeros’ blood”, he only wanted to get this over with
 
  “But it seems you would like to have Valyrian blood again within your family, don’t you?”, and there it was
 
  “It seems a pity”, he said simply, “she is the last remaining daughter of Rhaenyra”
 
  “So?”
 
  “Everybody knows, you are married to Alys Rivers from Harrenhal”, smart, Aemond thought, not referring to her as “the Witch Queen” or “b@st@rd”, or worse
 
  “That is untrue”, he said simply, “we never married”
 
  “As long as she is here, the b@st@rd child of Rhaenyra, in Dragonstone, she will be an obstacle for your reign on the island”, he explained
 
  “So what would you have me do?”, he asked, “you wanted me to feed her to my dragon?”, he would never, of course, he just didn’t need to know that
 
  “Let me take her”, he offered, like it was the trash he was offering to take out, Aemond knew though, it was a trap
 
  “What are you going to do with her?”, he asked, feigning interest
 
  “Make her my wife”, he said, dismissively
 
  “Do you think you deserve a reward?”, he hummed, and then chuckled darkly, “for coming here to beg for forgiveness?”, the face of Ardrian was severe
 
  “The people will not see it as a reward”, he said calmly, “We know House Celtigar is one of the lesser Valyrian Houses, giving her to me will only tell people she is not worth keeping an eye on from the beginning, it will make her look like she is not a worthy Targaryen”
 
  He did not think any of it, but he felt the need to protect you, to save you from the Greens, your entire family was dead, you were the heir to nothing, but he wanted to save you from their clutches, only because even if you were not worth to start another war for, you deserved to be saved.
 
  Aemond only chuckled, not believing his words, not buying it, he could see under his plan.
 
  He wanted you, to save you because he was simply nice or because he wanted you for himself, but he didn’t think less of you, that was for certain
 
  “You won’t tell me how to deal with traitors within my family”, he said, “I think she is exactly where she should be, seated by my feet”, he covered his smirk with the cup of wine. Which he failed to provide for his guest, “it certainly made an impression on you”, he teased, “it will to the other house when they come to bend the knee”
 
  He had failed, the Celtigar Lord thought bitterly, he had failed you, you and the memory of your mother
 
  “What do you want for her?”, he tried then, and Aemond was truly surprised, “you know the rumors surrounding our house, the treasures we have, they are all true, what would you say about a horn that can summon the darkest creatures from the bottom of the sea?”, he tried, “or a coffer that I bet weighs twice as much as her covered in rubies? it belonged to a princess beyond Yi Ti”
 
  “I don’t want trinkets”, he said, now amused, Ardiran was now desperate, “but why would you want the daughter of a traitor?”, he asked
 
  “She is a pretty little thing”, he said dismissively
 
  “Get out of my island before I lose my patience”, he said, tired of the games, “i accept your allegiance, come back again with notions of marrying my niece and House Celtigar will meet its end”
 
  And Ardrian left the room
 
  And Aemond was enraged. He was not going to be only one, he knew it, men weren’t blind, the same things he saw and liked about you were noticeable by other men. This fool was only the first one. 
 
  But no, he had the power, he was the second most powerful man in Westeros and most importantly, he had all the power over you. 
 
  That is all that mattered
 
  But he would be lying if his blood didn’t boil when that Celtigar said he would take you as his wife. You were his, nobody else's 
 
  With long steps he walked back to the throne room, where the Lord were gathered, he didn’t find you seated where he left you, you were in the corner, a maid was offering you a cup of wine. 
 
  He walked towards you, hastily and in a rage, he slapped the cup from your hands, and it flied away, it’s contents with it, few drops of the red liquid tainting your dress 
 
  “My Prince”, you whined in surprise, the maid left as quickly as she saw him walking towards you
 
  “Did I say you could move?”, he asked, he grabbed your chin between his fingers, making you look at his face.
 
  Lord Ardrian had returned to the room to gather his men, and to witness the scene 
 
  “No my prince, I’m sorry, my knees hurt”, you protested, tears of humiliation burning in your eyes and yet you did not shed them, even though Aemond was dying for you to do so.
 
  “I didn’t allow you to move”, he said severely
 
  “I’m sorry my prince”, Aemond looked at everyone while he still held you by your face, his eye stopped in Ardrian Celtigar, who was looking the scene wide-eyed
 
  Aemond's interest peaked, what was he going to do about it? he wondered, was he going to draw his sword? Was he going to call his men to try and stop him?Would he start another war for you?
 
  “My Prince”, he said gently, forming a conciliating smile on his face, “as another sign of my allegiance, I brought you gifts”, he said, and Aemond was completely taken by surprise. He released you when he saw beautiful coffers being brought to the room, Adrian had then open in front of him, revealing colorful bottles with what it looked like wine inside of them
 
  “Wine from Bayasabhad”, he presented, and Aemond seemed pleased, “for the brother of our King”
 
  “I will accept this kind gifts in the name of my brother, the King”, he said, smirking
 
  This man was good, he thought
 
  And you were relieved, but scared of what Aemond might do to you in front of these people, so you stood very still, hoping to blend into the room so Aemond won’t notice you again
 
  Ardrian wouldn’t let his eyes off of you, so much so Aemond got angrier, like never before, but he hid it pretty well, and dismissed the Celtigars, and they abandoned the castle and then Aemond make sure you saw as they sailed away
 
  “He wanted to marry you and take you with him”, he whispered against your ear, and you did nothing but whimper, “how nice of him”
 
  “What did you say?”, you asked innocently, a little flame of hope flaring in your chest
 
  “That if he mentioned again I would kill him and his entire house”, he said then, and you whined
 
  “Why?”, you asked, he leaned even more, until your back was completely against his chest, but you didn’t dare to move, that would anger him
 
  “I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me”, he whispered in your ear. And it makes you shake on your seat, “let’s eat”, he invited, placing his hands on your shoulders.
 
  Dalya entered the room with a tray in her hands, and you sat down in a small table by a window, and she served you, you tried not to thank her, to show Aemond that you liked and cared for her, and you believed you managed to do so
 
  Across the table Aemond wouldn’t stop gazing at you
 
  You were so beautiful and innocent, the very thought of losing you to someone like Ardrian Celtigar made his blood boil, when he saw you there, seating by his side 
 
  The fact that you’d even ask him if he was letting you marry that idiot was proof enough that he wasn’t being clear or determined enough. 
 
  He had to change that.
 
  “If you want me to forget your little indiscretion today”, he began, you looked up at him wide-eyed, “you are going to draw me a bath tonight…”, he looked at you and then you nodded, and as he kept talking he looked out the window, “and after…” but then, he got quiet, watching something out the window and over the water, you followed his gaze and you could see a ship coming, it was black as night and in it’s sails it had a green three headed dragon, for a second your breath got caught in your throat, thinking it could de Aegon, but then Aemond frown, cursing something in Valyrian under his breath
 
  He stood up abruptly from the table, and exited the room without a word or explanation
 
  Who was coming in that ship?
 
  Would you take this opportunity to run from the room?
 
  No, that would only anger him. The sun was setting and sun night was going to wash over all of you, and that meant time for his bath. 
 
  The door opened again but gently, so you knew it wasn’t Aemond behind it, it was Dalya, she smiled warmly at you
 
  “Thank you”, you whispered as she took the things away. “Do you know where he went?”
 
  “Someone is coming”, she whispered, “is not the King, but he seemed really angry”
 
  And you shook in fear, because, who in this country could make Aemond angry? well, apparently Ardrian Celtigar, but who in his family? Because of that banner… it must have been, was it Queen Alicent? A Green Dragon? made sense
 
  “He would like to have his bath”, you said gently, so she nodded, understanding immediately
 
  “I’ll have the maid warm the water”, she said
 
  “He likes it almost boiling”, you said, and she nodded, understanding, and left you quickly. 
 
  You were very thankful for Dalya, she was going to be of great help, it was nice to have an ally, even a friend.
 
  Without further delay you went to the bath room and lit the fire, and the one in his room as well, as the sun came up, the fires lit up the room, and warmed it up. With the war, and all the darkness that came with it, you weren’t sure what season you were in, for you it was always winter, always cold, gray and sad
 
  Perhaps it was only you.
 
  You knew that whomever that was Aemond was going to dispose of them quickly, he was in a mood, he wanted to relax under the water and under your hands, so you prepared the bath without further delay, you opened the doors for the maids that entered walking so slowly, fearful of dropping one single drop of the water in the stone floor 
 
  After they left the buckets on the floor near the bathtub they left as quickly as they could rubbing their burnt hands on their aprons, and left you alone once more. 
 
  You pour the water on the tub, it was steaming hot, as you wish it to be, then you grabbed the oils and scents and you pour them in the water. Once that was settled, you lit up the candles in the room, folded his nighshirt by the fire as was his towel, so it will be nice and warm when he needs them after the tub, and as you felt the door of the room opening, as the sun already hid under the horizon, you took a long breath, trying to push away the fear that Aemond had recently made you feel with his sudden outburst like the one this afternoon after the visit from Ardrian
 
  So you stood still near the tub, ready to please him so it will make your life easier, but the one that went through the door wasn’t Aemond
 
  Your breath got caught in your throat as it seemed all the air in the room had vanished.
 
  This presence, her presence, was so prepotent and cold, it even blew off some of the flames of the jasmine scented candles.
 
  “So you are the one that has gotten my husband so occupied”, her voice was so enticing, it was like a purr from a kitten, her smile was catching, her eyes were hypnotizing, and only as she awaited her answer, raising one of her dark eyebrows, you realized you weren’t breathing since your hear her coming into the room
 
  “I’m sorry?”, you croaked out, cursing yourself for sounding so pathetic and weak.
 
  She made you feel like you were a rabbit in front of a hungry fox. 
 
  She chuckled darkly, she was in control and you just let her know that, you surrendered it so easily 
 
  “You are the little wh@r@ that has been entertaining my husband”, now she wasn’t playing, her gaze turned severe and you realised you couldn’t let her get the hold and the power of the situation, you were no f@ck@ng rabbit
 
  You were a m@th@rf@ck@ng dragon
 
  “I do not know who you speak of”, you said then, regaining your composure, if she was cold and prepotent, you were fire and cunning. “I haven’t been entertaining no husband of yours”, you make sure she knew that you were disgusted, and she did, she raised both of her eyebrows, truly entertained 
 
  “My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>”, oh you heard about her alright, she was the self proclaimed Witch Queen of Harrenhal, the alleged Lyonel Strong’s b@st@rd daughter. But you couldn’t let her know you had heard of her. You just raised an eyebrow at her.
 
  She chuckled once more as her green eyes scrutinized you from the tip of your nose to the last finger in your show covered feet.
 
  “I think you know who I am”, you said in turn, and she smiled teasingly
 
  “You are the last dragon”, she said, marveling. 
 
  You were interrupted as Aemond almost trotted into the room, looking at you, like he was scared for your life, and then he looked at Alys, warning in his eye 
 
  “I told you not to engage with her”, he whispered to the dark haired witch
 
  “My love”, she answered, her hand moved with the delicacy of a snake, and she placed it on his cheek, “I just wanted to come to our chambers, and I found her here”, she batted her eyelashes at him. He swallowed, hard, taking her hand gently in his and remove it from his face
 
  “We need to talk”, he said, and then he turned back to look at you.
 
  This was certainly going to be interesting.'
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