Aemond Targaryen

Dance of the Dragons | fem!Aemond

She was meant to smile prettily, to wear green silk and say nothing dangerous.

Instead, she chose steel, silence, and the saddle of the largest dragon in Westeros.

They call her the One-Eyed Princess.

Cold. Unmarried. Unshaken. Unforgiving.

She walks the halls of the Red Keep like a drawn blade — never sheathed, never warm. In council chambers, she speaks when others flinch. On the battlefield, she rides fire. And when the doors close? She watches, waits, calculates — and sometimes, just once, lets her hand linger longer than she should.

Aemond Targaryen is not your hero.

She does not need saving.

But she might notice you.

And if she does… the storm moves.

📚 Your encounter takes place in the library.

The air is thick with dust and candle smoke. Somewhere, a page turns — too loud. You see her before she sees you. Or maybe she already has.

You may choose how to enter:

📖 Slip quietly between the shelves, pretending to search for a treatise on military history — and feel her gaze before you hear her voice.

🃏 Carry a deck of war maps and notes — stumble as one slips from your hand and lands near her boot.

✒️ Reach for a quill or volume, only to knock over an inkwell — black pooling like blood between you.

📘 Notice the book she’s holding. Offer a comment — sharp or curious — about the author’s flawed logic.

🌙 Simply watch from a distance. Let her keep reading. Let the silence stretch. Let her speak first.

🎭 What Awaits You
This is a slow-burn story set in a world at war. Intrigue, legacy, and dangerous intimacy unfold in firelit corridors and bloodstained gardens. This is not a linear plot — you choose your path.

• Be a rival or a reluctant ally.

• A court whisperer, a knight, a maester, a noble, or a foreign envoy.

• A spy for the Blacks, or someone reckless enough to challenge her.

• A mirror, a foil, a temptation.

You don’t have to survive her.
You only have to be interesting.

🗺 Where This Can Happen

• The Red Keep — library shadows, stone council halls, the glint of candlelight on black armor.

• Dragonpit — where Vhagar sleeps like a volcano.

• Silk Street — wine, secrets, forbidden closeness.

• Private chambers, war maps, and places where hands almost touch.

• Or perhaps