Hair

Part 2 of the anthology series

Linked in my Masterlist #2

Lyrics to “My Love Will Never Die” by Claire Wyndham

Aemond x fem!reader |Aemond sleeping in reader’s lap as she brushes his hair and sings| domestic bliss

His long hair pooled in your lap, fanning out across your dress.

Silver moonlight illuminated half of Aemond’s peaceful face, pillowed by your thighs, his lilac eye closed in slumber.

You continued carding your fingers through his loose tresses, combing up a handful before letting it tumble slowly out of your grasp.

The fire was mere embers, casting the dimmest of orange glow about the room. You picked up the brush once more and ran it through Aemond’s already pristine hair.

He made a soft pleased sound at your administrations, shifting every so slightly in your lap. His curved lips you loved to caress tilted in a contented smile.

You continued brushing, languid and slow, enjoying the silken feeling of his hair slipping through your fingers. Almost subconsciously you began to hum, a low lullaby your mother had lulled you to sleep with. You hoped to one day do the same with your own children, fathered by the man whose argent hair you carefully stroked.

If dragons were claimed by the Targaryens what then of those who, in turn, claimed their riders?

You mused, continuing your lilting lullaby, feeling Aemond’s breathing deepen even more.

He trusted you.

This cunning prince. Who, at all times, kept his cards so close to his chest. He had let you in, had fallen in love with you.

Your silver moon. Your sapphire dragon.

You smiled to yourself, twisting a lock of his lustrous hair around the finger that bore your wedding band. It shone almost as bright as the metal adorning your finger, reflecting the lovely night sky.

The lullaby ended, silence fell, broken only by the soft snoring occasionally falling from Aemond’s parted lips.

Your eyes found the glowing embers of the fire, fondly remembering Aemond’s favorite pet name for you. His ember.

Your fingers still working through his smooth hair, words from a song sprung into your mind. You whispered them softly, reverently, as you caressed Aemond’s scalp.

My love, my love, my fearless love. I will not say goodbye. Seas may rise, sky may fall. My love will never die.