song: Ramin Djawadi - whatever may come.

warning: angst, fluff, good ending.

•••

'I cannot believe how you could ever love that cunt of a man...' Daemon seethes as Y/n sits at the large table he's currently pacing around. 'He made Vaghar alive your brother and his dragon up into pieces for us to find!'

All Y/n can do is ignore her fathers rants and insults about the man she once loved. The man she still loves ? She does not know if it is for the present still..

Her mother gives her a worried look, she has known the two to be lovers ever since she found her diagnose aiding to his eye, but that love she once saw seems to have dialed down after the horrible news given to them.

'We do not choose whom we love father, you should know that better than anyone...' she fires back, the sudden anger surprising both her parents.

'I am equally as heartbroken as you two are, he was my little brother! He was sent as a messenger.. not to be slaughtered... so I will go to Kingslanding and will seek to find the meaning of this...'

'You will not set a foot in Kingslanding... it is too dangerous for you to be there while the whole city sides behind Aegon... who will surely order your murder if he finds the opportunity...' Rhaenyra tells Y/n.

'Then what do you suppose we do... this is hardly fair...' Daemon replies as he seeks out the eyes of his wife. 'We have lost both children to this god awful side of the family...'

'I am begging mother, send me, just as a messenger too... I will find out what happened and I will take action if needed, they just do not need to know the last of the sentence being said between the three of us.. I know Aemond and he would never kill Lucerys for revenge...'

'If you won't let our daughter go, I will go with Caraxes-'

'Don't you dare... fine my daughter...' she stands up and Y/n does the same as Rhaenyra walks closer to her.

Her hand makes its way up Y/n's cheek, knuckles softly bristling across her skin as she lets her eyes roam over the girl she created.

'Then you be careful.. I cannot lose another child... not to them...'

'He wouldn't dare hurt me, despite what you both assume... he is not one of them, exactly like Helaena..' Y/n replies.

'I trust your judgement... all I hope is that you do too...' Her mother tells her before removing her hand from Y/n'a face.

Y/n seems out the gaze of her father, he gives her an assuring nod. He's probably already thinking of the ways you could hurt Aegon and his side of the family, that's what Y/n thinks when she sees the look her father returns to her.

•••

It takes a certain amount of courage to return to the enemy in the middle of a war, even if she does not see Aemond as her enemy.

How could he possibly be the enemy when he's stood by his princess for all of these years. Letters piling onto each other, creating towers of love bleeding onto paper.

Y/n is smart however, she doesn't go all the way and able to recognize, no she goes at night.

Darkness was her cover for the small piece of paper she has put in his room, one he could easily find and decipher, because who knows the language of love better than the star crossed one's?

He should be here, if he did decipher it. Did she make it too hard for him to decipher?

'Princess... I did not expect to see you here...' there he is.

'I demand an explanation, as do my parents... we heard about Lucerys...'

'You are angry...'

'No... yes... maybe, I do not even know what to feel... they told me you were the one to do so... that you were the one to command Vaghar...' she accuses him and his reaction tells her everything she needs to know.

'It was you..' she steps back while tears make it to the surface. 'Aemond...'

'It was never my intention, I wanted him to fight and he refused.. I followed him, to plague him some but then Arrax spit fire into Vaghars face and she lost it... I never meant for this to happen, I was...'

'You were what?' She spits with the same venom as that of a poisonous snake.

'I never wanted to take his life! I swear to you I would never do this to you on purpose..' He steps closer and tries to take the princesses hands.

'My love I swear-' she turns her head away and with her hands. She starts wringing them together while processing the explanation he just gave her.

'What do I do? My parents are furious... I am too and yet I can't simply kill you, that would bring me more sadness I don't know I can bare... I want to hate you, i want to loathe you but I... I can't...' she closes her eyes as she sighs.

He steps closer and this time she allows it, his hand comes up to softly touch her cheek. 'It was never meant to be this way... for neither of us...'

His forehead falls against hers. A stray tear falls down her cheek only to get caught by Aemonds thumb. 'I am not worthy of your forgiveness... and I will forever blame myself for his death, we may not have gotten along but I did not wish death upon him...'

She nods at his words. She knows she was right about him, he would never willingly kill Lucerys but the wound is fresh and stings as if salt has been sprinkled upon it.

'You can not stay here... and I can not come with you...'

'I know... perhaps this trip was meant for us to meet one last time... I have what I came here for...' she lifts her head to look Aemond in the eye.

'I will come to you when the time will allow me to... I shall hide away as to avoid more conflict...'

'Aemond...'

'I do not deserve you-'

'But you have me...' She quickly replies.

'I love you...'

'As I do you...' she leans in and press her lips to Aemonds for the last time.

'Take Osiris and go back to Dragonstone...I will come to you.. when this is all over...' he has to remove himself from her to let her leave.

•••

It has been an eventful day to say the least. It has been years since the princessss last encounter with Aemond, but his family is just as relentless as hers. Probably because they are indeed the same.

But that war has slowly been coming to its end. Her mother will soon be recognized as the true queen and Y/n will be her successor.

Her feet drag through the sand, the ocean creating this calming sound for her. She breathes in the salty air, closing her eyes and focussing on the moment.

This is the first time in many years she's able to fully breathe again. It calms her knowing that the war is almost over, that it's perhaps time for Aemond to show his face around the princess again.

She wonders about him every day, will he be taller? Will he have changed his hair? His attire maybe? Is it still the eyepatch?

It's the only way she knows how to deal with this. Of course there have been many proposals, people asking for the Targaryen girls hand. But she has refused every single one, much to her parents dismay. But she believes herself to be betrothed to only one man.

She opens her eyes again, scanning her surroundings carefully. She spots something up ahead.

A person in a black cloak, she can't tell who, it's covering the entire body. It isn't until she gets closer that she sees the white hair peeking from underneath and the faint streak of an eyepatch.

He removes the cloak to give her a definitive answer as to who he is. She's already running however, having recognised him.

'Aemond!' She yells with a bright smile as he opens his arms to her. She jumps up and wraps her arms around his neck while he spins her around.

His arms wrap around her even tighter as he puts her down on her feet. She moves to cup his face and he joins her smile with his. 'Even more beautiful than I remembered...' He breathes.

'I wasn't expecting you... the war is not over completely yet...' She runs her nose against his and he chuckles.

'I could not wait... and there is some news... your parents will be moving to Kingslanding, since your mother is to become queen... she made sure you become the lady of Dragonstone, and has asked me to stay by your side...'

'What?' She leans back a little with raised eyebrows.

'You have not accepted any of your suitors proposals, it has driven her mad.. so she asked me to come to Dragonstone... so let me ask you this my princess...will you accept me asking for your hand?'

'I feel offended that you would even ask me that.. I thought I was already yours to wed...' she replies.

'Then I will consider this a yes...'

'I am glad you came back..'

'I had a promise to uphold...'