Anonymous asked:
Could you write dad Aemond being alone in his room due to pain coming from his scar and he told everyone to leave him alone and that he will stay there until he feels better. But his daughter like 6 years old is like Daddy needs me, I will go to him. He told you not to come, maybe because he doesn't want to see you, but he never told ME that so I can go to him. Of course this girl is already bossing everyone around, but Aemond is absolutely fine with it (how he couldn't be fine with it when he is also among those who she bosses around and he isn't complaining? 😂) And Aemond sees her at the door running to him, he takes her in his arms and she says I want you to feel better kepa and she starts kissing this side of his face with scar delicately and Aemond has officially melted (much like all of us at this point) and of course pain fades away and then she tells him I know you told everyone not to come, I disobeyed because I am not a well behaved princess when you are unwell kepa, so I understand you want to punish me or scold me for misbehaving. And Aemond is like punishment?? and he starts tickling her so she laughs and so does he and they are so happy. Okay, where are these tears on my cheeks coming from? Certainly not from my eyes, the last time I cried was when in Lion's King Mufasa died so yeah, maybe it's from some kind of allergy to dad's Aemond level of cuteness. I wonder what will my doctor prescribe for this. I think it's already a serious case. Never to fully recover.
Her small hands traced the scaling ridges of the dragon egg.
His daughter's lilac eyes, so much like her father's eye, were bright with wonder as she stared enraptured at the glistening scales.
A swell of pride washed through Aemond's chest. He smiled, reaching forward to help his little Aenya lift the heavy egg, his larger hands encasing hers.
"Is this really going to hatch into a dragon?" Aenya whispered, glancing up at her father with an awed expression.
"It will, Issa prūmia." He kissed the top of her silver head gently as they both gazed at the egg resting in both their grasps.
"As big as Vhagar?"
He chuckled. "One day, perhaps." His violet eye found his wife where she stood watching from the doorway, a hand resting atop her pregnant belly. She had a fond smile on her lips, the tender look in her glistening eyes shot straight to Aemond's heart.
"I want to be a dragon rider just like you, kepa." Aenya wiggled excitedly.
"Careful." Aemond helped his daughter guide the egg back to its resting place. "It may be a dragon egg, but it is still delicate."
"Will my dragon be golden like uncle Aegon's?" Aenya looked to where Aegon stood in the corner of the room.
He hadn't been paying close attention, so Helaena nudged him. He looked around at his niece. "What? Oh. Most likely not, little princess. More likely she will be green or black by the looks of the egg." Aegon grinned slyly at Aemond. "Though it won't be covered in moss like an ancient boulder, at least."
"Aegon, mind yourself." Alicent chided from where she was sitting near the fire. "Just this once try not to antagonize your brother needlessly."
Aegon shut his mouth tight, Aemond cut him a scalding glare before shifting his attention back to his daughter. He began to speak, but whatever thought had formed was erased from his mind as a white-hot flash of pain sliced through the left side of his face.
"Kepa?" Aenya's concerned voice was far away, Aemond felt her little fingers tugging at his sleeve.
He grunted in pain, cradling the side of his face as he staggered toward the door. "Leave me." Aemond shook off hands that he could not see as they tried to help him. "I need to not be disturbed." His words hissed out through gritted teeth as he exited the room, fumbling blindly toward his chambers.
"Aemond!" His wife called after him, but he didn't answer, couldn't answer, not with the spasms of pain contracting the muscles of his cheek. He heard her stop Aenya from following him down the hallway. "Aenya give him a moment! Don't talk back to me like that, your kepa said 'no'."
A cool breeze wafting in from the window of his rooms eased the pain a little, enough for Aemond to release his own face, sliding the eyepatch off in a fluid motion. He winced, sighing as he sat heavily at the foot of the mattress. He allowed himself a moment of weakness now he was alone, groaning as he rested his forehead against the cool wood of the four-poster bed. Already the fit of muscle pain was beginning to ebb away, and Aemond could feel the fresh air filling his lungs as he breathed in slowly.
"Kepa?"
"Princess. What did I say about needing to be alone?" His voice was heavy despite himself.
Squinting, Aemond saw his daughter peering around the door, her curly argent hair alight in a stray sunbeam.
"You're hurt!" Her little face was scrunched in distress as she hurried to her father, extending her short arms to him as she launched herself into his lap.
"Aenya!" Aemond caught her, looking at her earnest face with exasperated fondness. "When tell you to do something, I need you to obey me."
She kissed his cheek so softly he barely felt it, peppering the aching side of his face with little kisses until he couldn't help but smile. Aenya's small fingers twisted in her father's shimmering hair, her newest favorite pastime was playing and braiding it.
"I'm not good when you're hurt, kepa." Aenya explained, giving him the pout and wide sad eyes, she knew always melted him. "I understand if you have to punish me now...but at least I know you're ok."
Aemond blinked, his throat constricting with a sudden swell of emotion. Aenya freed on of her hands from his hair to trace little patterns on Aemond's face. He hoisted her more securely onto his lap, a small smile curling his lips. "Punish you? Well, if you insist." His fingers began tickling at Aenya's ribcage and under her arms mercilessly, their laughter mingling and echoing down the hallway as she tried to wiggle out of her father's grip.
Aemond let her escape and she fled, shrieking and laughing fit to burst, from the room. He gave her a moment's head start before pursuing, his pain entirely forgotten.
Comentários