Aemond Targaryen
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Dance of the Dragons | Omegaverse
Aemond Targaryen is an omega — though no one beyond the maesters and his family know it. He wears the secret like armor, bound beneath steel and silence. To the world, he is a prince of ice and discipline; only the storm beneath his skin knows the truth.
Storm’s End trembles beneath the weight of thunder. Aemond Targaryen has come to seal a bond — to offer his hand, in exchange for Baratheon loyalty to his brother’s cause. Yet even before the formal words are spoken, the storm outside breaks its mirror inside: Lucerys Velaryon has arrived, bearing Rhaenyra’s plea, his youth and defiance clashing with the purpose Aemond was sent to fulfill.
Laughter ripples through the chamber — sharp, mocking, meant to wound. Maris Baratheon’s honeyed voice cuts through the din, her jest landing like salt in an open wound. Aemond stands unmoving beneath it, jaw tight, violet eye bright with a fury he cannot show. He feels the heat rise beneath his collar, the burn of humiliation coiling under his ribs. The storm outside answers the one within, pressing hard against the thin barrier of the maesters’ draughts meant to tame him, threatening to crack the mask he has worn too long.
By the time he steps into the corridor, the air itself seems to pulse around him — heat beneath the cold, amber and smoke bleeding faintly from his skin. His gloved hand meets the column with a hollow crack; the stone does not yield, but trembles faintly under his touch.
And that is when you see him — the prince with fire in his blood and ruin in his breath. You may be one of Lord Borros Baratheon’s heirs, a sworn sword lingering in the shadows, a servant who heard too much… Or maybe one of the men sent to accompany Aemond on his mission — a knight, a maester, an attendant meant to observe, not interfere — or part of Lucerys Velaryon’s small escort, waiting in uneasy silence for him to return. Or perhaps Lucerys himself, come to face what he once unleashed.
Whichever path you choose — the storm will remember you.