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I would like to read something about the number 11 đ
Awww yes more soft Aemond please! The prompt list is here!
Aemond x reader | mild injury
11. âI almost lost youâ kiss
You shrieked, pulling on the reigns of your stallion, as the wild boar veered toward you. Your horse reared and you lost your seating, toppling backwards onto the hard ground, the breath knocked from your lungs. You heard, distantly through the rushing fear in your ears, Aemond calling your name. The panic in his voice intensified when he saw you prone on the grass, a frantic boar stamping toward you.
You raised your head in time to see the animal lower its fearsome head and charge. You rolled to the side at the last instant, pain and heat blossomed on the outside of your thigh as it galloped past, tearing a tusk through your skirts and grazing your leg. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you quickly scrambled to your feet as the boar rounded on you once more. "Aemond!" You cried helplessly as the enraged creature leapt at you with a piggish squeal.
You prepared to leap aside, your injured leg shaking under your weight, threatening collapse. Bracing yourself for an impact that never came as, with the dull sound of metal and flesh, a spear plunged into the boar's side. It let out a final fierce wail and fell at your feet. "Y/N!" Aemond dismounted his horse swiftly and caught you in his arms as your knees buckled. "Look at me." You did so, his eye was wide in alarm as he took in your torn dress now stained with your blood.
His hands pushed aside the ruined fabric and sucked in a sharp breath as you groaned in pain. "Is it bad?" You asked.
You felt his long fingers on your thigh, appraising the wound. "It's not deep. Damnit, Y/N. I told you to not ride far from me."
"Oh, so this is my fault." The annoyance in your voice was thick from the pain.
Aemond looked briefly at your face, expression aggrieved. He tore a strip of fabric off your skirts and tied it around your wounded leg. His hands rested briefly at your waist, before coming up to cradle your head. "I could have lost you." His breath was as ragged as your skirts. Tilting his head, Aemond brought his lips to yours in a sudden, heated kiss. There was no small amount of desperation in the way his hands gripped your jaw, the way his mouth begged yours to open for his tongue.
The pain momentarily forgotten, you twisted your hands in his wind swept hair, digging your fingers against his scalp. He moaned softly against you before pulling away to place a hard kiss to your forehead.
"We need to get you back to the Red Keep." Aemond hooked one hand around your waist, the other under your knees, sweeping you up to place you upon his horse as gently as possible.
He mounted behind you, holding you fast against his chest with one arm secure about your torso. You could feel his heart beating fast and placed your hand upon his, interlocking your fingers. "I'm alright, Aemond."
He kissed the top of your head sweetly in response.
You made a quiet noise of contentment, feeling safe in his arms, your eyes growing heavy as you came down from the adrenaline rush.
"At least we got the boar."
Aemond huffed, tickling the back of your neck with his breath. "You're ridiculous."
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