Imagines based on characters from the House of the Dragon TV show ♥
- Jacaerys Velaryon, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Criston Cole, Cregan Stark, Harwin Strong, Gwayne Hightower, Davos Blackwood and Tyland Lannister
Summary - A grumpy Aemond reluctantly follows his sunshine wife on a whimsical adventure with butterflies. Love blossoms between their contrasting personalities. Through teasing and affection, they rediscover how perfectly they fit together—grumpy meets sunshine.
Pairing -Aemond Targaryen x reader
Warnings -Sexual content (smut!)
Word count - 2055
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"Aemond, come on!" I called my voice practically bubbling over with excitement as I tugged at his hand, pulling him along through the courtyard.
The sun warmed my skin, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of spring. I was practically bouncing on my heels, eager to show him what I had found.
I could hear the soft grumble of his disapproval behind me—the usual low murmur of someone who would rather be anywhere else.
But there was no outright protest, no command to stop or turn back, so I pressed on.
He might complain, but I knew he'd follow me to the ends of the earth if it meant indulging whatever bizarre whim I had that day.
We passed through the vibrant garden and reached the edge of the open field, where the wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, and a cloud of butterflies floated lazily in the air.
"Here," I said, practically bursting with excitement, as I stopped to take in the scene. I yanked his hand again, leading him forward with me toward the little gathering of butterflies fluttering around the blossoms. "Look!"
Aemond's lone violet eye swept over the delicate creatures, scanning them with that calculating look of his.
I saw his attention flicker toward me, and then he returned to studying the butterflies, his expression a perfect mask of indifference.
He might not admit it, but I could tell he was at least mildly intrigued, if not impressed.
"It's beautiful, right?" I mumbled, my voice soft as I dropped his hand and started tracing the petals of a nearby flower, my fingertips brushing the velvety surface. "I wonder why they love this place so much."
I glanced up at him as I spoke, and for the briefest moment, I thought I saw something like fondness in his eye—though that was quickly hidden behind his usual cool, guarded expression.
"So, this is why you dragged me all the way out here?" Aemond asked, his tone dry, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "To admire insects?"
I couldn't suppress the excited laugh that bubbled up from my chest.
"They're not just insects, they're butterflies! They're beautiful! Look at them!" I gestured to the colourful wings flitting between the flowers, their delicate, translucent bodies shimmering in the sunlight. "I wanted to show you! Aren't they amazing?"
