As requested by many people, here is the wedding/bedding from Aemond's POV.

"No."

"Oh, come on! Aemond, you deserve to loosen up before your wedding." Aegon begged Aemond with Daeron, who was visiting for the wedding.

"And you think a brothel is going to do that? When have I ever expressed interest in a brothel, Aegon? Just let me drink in peace. You are not offering me peace."

"You are marrying Visenya. When will you ever find peace," Daeron snickered. Aemond clenched his cup.

"Careful, little brother, you might actually offend him. His feelings for Visenya might be more intense than he lets on." Aegon smirked.

"Once again, Aegon, you are being exceptionally annoying."

"Wait, do you actually like her?" Daeron asked.

"Of course! I catch him staring much more often and he has gotten jealous. When I was teaching her how to dance, he couldn't even watch. He will deny it and make excuses but I see the truth. Despite your hatred, you have started caring about her. And these past two days she has been hiding, you have been disappearing and a kitchen maid saw you grabbing hot tea. You don't drink tea."

He could not deny the tea, but he could everything else. He respected Visenya but not a bone in his body wanted her. Sure, she was vexing in every way he enjoyed, always challenging him and keeping him from boredom, and she was smarter than she gave herself for, and she rode her dragon without a saddle, always looking like she belonged in the air.

But that didn't mean he liked her. It meant that under different circumstances he could like her had she not taken his eye. But when he thought about it, that night shaped him into who he wanted to be. He got to claim Vhagar, a dragon that was just as lonely as him. A dragon that didn't fit the walls of the castle and neither did he.

But neither did Visenya. She was the only other one who knew how Aemond felt. She was lonely and she was untamed. No cage could hold her down. She was wild, reckless, irresponsible, and she was brave. She fought back against Daemon. That had to have taken balls that even Aemond didn't know if he had. His Uncle was a fearsome man, to try and fight back was an act many men would pass on.

"He's thinking about her," Aegon snickered.

"Are you done annoying me? Can you just let me enjoy my last night before I am bound to someone else for the rest of my life?" Aemond groaned.

"Come on, Aegon. You can take me to a brothel and I'll fuck the whores for him," Daeron stood up.

"Enjoy," Aemond scoffed.

-

"Would you prefer the black or a white ensemble your mother had prepared?"

Aemond looked at the white topcoat and tunic and wanted to puke on it. "Tha black, please," Aemond told the tailor. The tailor nodded and prepared the tunic over him, making it fit specifically to him. The black trousers he wore were the ones he always had. The tunic was a newer fancy one, and it had more buckles than Aemond thought necessary.

But he was a Targaryen Prince who was about to marry a Targaryen Princess, how he presented himself today would send a message. And for some reason, the message he wanted to send was fearsome. That he would be a strong husband so that Visenya would never live with another bruise.

He suddenly felt guilty for pushing her so much. For months he was pushing her because he knew she was holding back. He saw something in her no one else did and he knew she had the potential to be as strong a warrior as her namesake and he also knew she didn't believe it. If he could push her to use it then she could believe it.

"Are you ready, My prince?" The tailor asked.

"Yes," Aemond nodded and nodded and walked out of his room. The next time he returned, it would be with Visenya as his wife. He started to wonder if the room would be to her standards.

"My son," Alicent smiled outside of his door. "Let's get you to the sept. I just finished with Visenya, she will be behind us."

Aemond found himself getting nervous, messing with the sleeves of his leather tunic. "How did you fix her bruise?"

Alicent looked up at him as they walked to the wheelhouse. "I was able to make a concealer for her."

"I want a guard to discreetly watch Daemon. If he so much as comes within arm's length, I want him blocked off."

Alicent tried to hide a smile as she got in and sat across from him. "And you are both prepared for the bedding?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

Alicent frowned at him, watching his every reaction. "You are far more casual about it than I expected."

Aemond shrugged and looked out the window as they made their way to the sept. He closed his eyes, attempting to reach out to Vhagar. Since Visenya had revealed the nature of her bond with Grey Ghost, he had been trying ... and failing. Their bond was admirable and he would never admit it but Grey Ghost was a magnificent dragon. His pearlescent scales reflected beautifully off the water, it made sense why he spent his time on the shore.

But he had barely made any progress with Vhagar. It was like she was right there, a word about to be spoken, but he couldn't fully connect with her.

"Your father is also on his way. He is very tired so don't be shocked if he doesn't stay long."

"When does he ever?" Aemond rolled his eye.

"Aemond, don't be difficult."

"I didn't realize expecting my father to actually be a father was difficult. But then again, you don't have a great one either so maybe I was expecting too much to think you would understand."

Alicent took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I know he has been hard on you -"

"He hasn't been, Mother. He hasn't been anything to me. The most interactions I have had with him were when he was interrogating me about my eye as if I was the one that did something wrong. Then I get betrothed to the woman that took."

"Can we save this argument for literally any other day, Aemond? Not today."

He let out a huff and rode in silence until they reached the sept. He got out of the wheelhouse as fast as possible and made his way inside and past his extended family. He didn't dare look at his oldest sister or uncle, disgusted with them. He may have never proactively wanted children but if he had any, whether he loved their mother or not, he could never imagine even scaring them. But unlike Rhaenyra, he never felt pure parental love. Alicent never wanted her children and Viserys was too absent to care.

"Well, you look mighty fine," Daeron snickered and Aegon groaned.

"Are the gods punishing you for overindulging, Brother?" Aemond smirked at his older brother.

"Haha, get your jokes out now."

"And rob me the joy throughout the day? No," Aemond responded then coughed right in his ear to set off his headache.

"You ass," Aegon groaned and sat down.

Alicent walked up with Viserys, slowly making their way to Aemond. Alicent kissed his cheek and Viserys looked as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Well done, my boy. Sweet Rhaenyra -"

"Visenya," Alicent corrected him.

"Yes, Sweet Visenya will be a swell bride. The very image of her mother."

Aemond refrained from rolling his eye. Visenya hated being compared to her mother and in turn, it annoyed Aemond. She was not her mother, nor was she her father. She was Visenya.

"Come, my love," Alicent said and walked him to a seat.

Aemond stood at the head of the sept with Septon Eustace, waiting for everyone to take their seats and get quiet. Aemond spotted multiple lords throughout the crowd, some his age and even younger. Dalton Greyjoy sat next to Cregan Stark, both young. Lady Jeyne Arryn was conversing with Rhaena Targaryen, and Princess Rhaenys was next to Baela, not once turning to look at Daemon. She was definitely smart and often underestimated.

The sept began to quiet as the music started to play and two guards began to open the doors to reveal Visenya. And Seven Hells, Aemond began to believe he was about to die.

Aemond did not know if he believed in any gods or hells but he suddenly began to. The gods created Visenya to show Aemond what true sins were. She had always worn lose fitting dresses but her wedding dress was tailored to fit flush on her body and she had curves like the Gods had a plan and were tasking it just for Aemond alone.

And the crown. She wore the crown of her namesake and she held her head up high, not looking at a person around her, barely even looking at Aemond. And her braids.

For the first time, Aemond's breeches grew tight just from looking at a woman. It was confusing and it irritated him. He didn't want to feel this way for Visenya but one look at her made him want to run his fingers through her braids until they came undone.

Suddenly he didn't want to uphold his vows just because he had to but rather because he wanted to. He didn't want a single fucking man to even look at her. Aemond sought his whole life to claim a dragon but the only dragon he sought to claim was Visenya.

And he hated it. But ... he could no longer deny it or make excuses.

He wanted to protect her, he wanted to whisk her away and make sure Rhaenyra and Daemon never again spoke to her. He wanted to see the rare smile she had, and the laugh she rarely used.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." Septon Eustace announced once she reached him.

Aemond removed his cloak and placed it over her shoulders, the task was easy seeing that she was much shorter. He was two years her senior and he had already hit a growth spurt, he couldn't say the same for her.

They both faced the septon and held their hands out for him to tie. He kept his face aloof because if it showed his true emotions, he would be a mess.

"We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." Aemond caught her glancing at him, silently begging for her to keep looking. "Let it be known that Aemond of House Targaryen and Visenya of House Velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..."

"I am his, and he is mine," Visenya nodded.

"I am hers, and she is mine," Aemond spoke.

Aemond began to notice her trembling and the insecure part of him thought it was partially due to him showing her his eye the previous day. Until he remembered the next step in the ceremony and the last, was the kiss.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love."

Before he could stop himself, he squeezed her hand and hope she hadn't noticed. Eustace cleared his throat as he noticed their hesitation and Visenya closed her eyes. He leaned forward and placed the briefest kiss on her lips but his body was begging for more, as was his cock. It was a natural reaction that didn't feel natural.

He pulled away the second everyone started clapping. Visenya suddenly smiled but she wasn't looking at him. Some other thought was bringing a smile to her face and Aemond found himself jealous that it wasn't him.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked her.

"No, but I suppose we must," She said, her smile disappearing. They walked out to the wheelhouse and Visenya kept looking out the window as if she were waiting for Grey Ghost to come and rescue her.

When they arrived and took their seat, servers brought out the most exquisite food, better food than what was served at Aegon and Helaena's wedding. It seemed their wedding was a drill affair in comparison to this wedding. Probably because Aemond was marrying the Heir's eldest, even if she wasn't the heir herself.

Once they had a chance to eat, the lords and ladies began to approach to offer their good wishes. Aemond began to notice Dalton Greyjoy lingering and drooling over Visenya and he wanted to pluck his other eye out.

Aemond was still at war with himself over his emotions. He couldn't stop thinking about her and how she looked in her wedding attire. Her in the crown devoured his every thought and he kept getting hard when he looked at her in the dress. He could either accept it or continue denying it.

Finally, it was Dalton's turn and he approached with a smile. "Many good wishes, Princess Visenya. A match many shall pray for a fruitless outcome. I must admit Princess, the tales of your beauty are not exaggerated. Your skin is as beautiful as the snows of Winterfell and your eyes are more pretty than any purple tulip I have ever seen."

Aemond saw his eyes linger and trail down and he stiffened, ready to cut off the Greyjoy's cock in front of everyone. Aemond had claimed Visenya, he would not lose her to some ugly wannabe sea lord squid.

"Thank you," Visenya nodded. Dalton left and Aemond relaxed in his chair, drinking from his wine when roars sounded above them. One by one, all of the dragons in King's Landing flew above them and startled the crowd. Aemond reached out for Vhagar once again and felt her closer.

"Wait for it," He smirked at Visenya before she flew over in all of her glory. He was getting better at the connection but still had a ways to go.

"I am going to get some more wine," Visenya said. She walked over to the beverages table and began conversing with her Grandmother. Aemond found Dalton approaching her and stood. He discreetly lingered behind Visenya as Dalton began speaking to her.

Aemond saw Dalton offer her ale and she refused, already looking uncomfortable in the conversation. "I can't help but notice your misery, Princess. I can't imagine marrying someone that hates me so much," Dalton spoke softly and drank the ale himself.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You took the Prince's eye. You both barely look at one another."

Because if I look at her, I will want nothing more than to kiss her.

"I can assure you that the prince and I have respect for one another and we have moved past that awful incident as children."

"I ask out of selfish intentions. Your beauty ... I also hear your dragon prefers the sea. The Iron Islands would be a great home for you away from all this nonsense." Aemond's blood was beginning to boil but he wanted to hear Visenya's response.

Dalton made another comment and she snapped. "Miserable as I may seem, do you think I would pass up being married to a fucking dragon for some young and worthless Kraken? I have already vowed myself to Aemond Targaryen, rider of the largest dragon. I am Visenya Targaryen, eldest daughter to the heir of the Iron Throne and I will not meddle myself with some Sea Lord whoremonger."

And there went his cock again. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was defending him, and she was praising him.

"You little whore - do not forget your place. You may be her eldest but it was you she skipped over as heir. I hope you are as unhappy as every other lady who gets married off like a mare just to be raped and stuffed with babes."

Aemond finally stepped forward and grabbed Dalton's arm from behind and snapped it back in a way that Criston taught him to dislocate a shoulder. Had it not been at his wedding, he would have killed him.

"Call the Princess a whore one more time and you will lose your tongue. Go, you are no longer welcome here." He hissed and let him go.

Dalton stumbled back, holding his limp arm. "My arm!"

"Find your own way to pop it back in. Consider it a warning," Aemond practically growled. Dalton looked around for help and found none. And if he didn't leave soon, Aemond would stab him.

"Fine," He groaned and vacated the celebration.

"I think that should be the cue for the bride and groom's first dance," Alicent announced, glaring at her son.

He tried not to roll his eye and looked at Visenya. "Can I trust you not to step on my feet?"

"I don't know. According to your siblings you have never danced and are awful," Visenya retorted back, smirking at him. This was going to be so difficult.

Aemond pursed his lips as the music started and he grabbed her hands. Placing his hand on her waist was proving to be simple. For now. His larger hand grabbed her other one and he could practically feel her heart racing. Could it be possible for her to one day want him?

Aemond stopped holding back and began to lead her in the dance. He had kept his skills a secret in hopes to surprise her and it was obviously working. His strong ability with sword fighting made it easier for him to learn how to dance. He was nimble and quick on his feet, relying less on muscles and bulk and more on his lithe frame and movement.

Aemond noticed the intense eye contact between them and began to notice she was out of breath when he spun her.

As the song ended, he couldn't find it in himself to separate from her. Her body pressed against his was a feeling he wanted to relish in. He wanted to stare into her eyes until someone dragged her away.

"Aemond, Visenya," Alicent said. "Come with me."

And someone was dragging them away.

"Walk with us. Both of you," Rhaenyra said and Visenya's hand.

Was this the bedding?

Aemond knew they were going to fake it but he was still unable to relax. His mother and sister's demeanor threw him off

Aemond watched Rhaenyra converse quietly with Visenya until she snapped in annoyance.

"I am not talking about this," Visenya snapped.

He smirked and wished he could see the look on his sister's face but since he was walking behind them, he did not get the satisfaction.

When they concluded the short work into the castle and to his chambers, Alicent stood in front of the door and opened it. "I already had your few belongings brought here. This is your home now. And you both have one last task before you may prosper in your marriage. Septon Eustace will make sure the marriage is consummated.

Aemond froze and immediately looked at Visenya.

"What?" He snapped.

"I told you," Rhaenyra said to Alicent.

"I didn't want to believe that they would plan to fake it." Alicent looked at Rhaenyra. Oh gods ... this was his fault. He shouldn't have acted so calmly with her in the wheelhouse. He caused her to be unsure and talk to Rhaenyra.

"My daughter always seems to be scheming these days," Rhaenyra spoke. "But I will not let her try and get out of this."

Aemond began to get angry, wishing he could curse his sister. What kind of mother was she? Aemond never believed he had a heart but it was beginning to hurt for Visenya. Over the past few days, he was beginning to become aware of so much trauma she had faced. And now he was about to add to it.

"No, Mother, I am not going to rape her! She's only fifteen." Aemond shook his head.

"This is her wedding night, Brother. This has been her role she has been taught," Rhaenyra said.

Alicent rolled her eyes. "Please, you're married now, that isn't rape, Aemond." And now his anger was evenly between the two women.

Aemond's jaw clenched. "After all your years married to Father and you have the audacity to say that in front of her?"

"Aemond, the septon has been instructed to stay until this marriage is consummated. We shall leave but it is still to be done," she said, her and Rhaenyra turning to leave the room. Septon Eustace stayed by the door and Aemond face him, hoping the septon would see the despair in his eye.

He couldn't do this to her. No amount of hatred could excuse this. She didn't deserve it, especially not after just being choked days prior. Six months ago he would have wanted to hurt her but not even like this. Now he couldn't even find himself wanting to hurt her.

"Any chance I can pay you off?" Aemond asked the septon.

"I report to your mother and the Faith. You both have marital duties now."

Aemond turned to look at Visenya with sorrow in his violet eye. He felt guilty. He felt disgusted with himself and the situation

She shook her head, looking away from him. "Don't. Just get it over with."

"No, I'm not doing this to you." He shook his head.

Visenya scoffed. "So now you want to be nice? Just fucking get it over with so that creep can get out of this fucking room and I can go to bed and forget everything that happened. We were stupid to believe we could get away with this."

Maybe she was right. If only he knew this was probably his fault. Probably. As she started to remove her dress and strip to just her shift, he could see how terrified she looked and how much she was trembling.

"Deep breaths," he whispered. "Turn around. You don't have to look at me." He had to help her save at least one shred of dignity.

Visenya nodded and faced the bed, bending over in front of him. Aemond glared at the septon long enough to make him look away and even then, Aemond stood between her body and the older man's line of view. He lifted her shift and almost groaned when he saw her cunt.

Aemond's fingers lightly touched her lower lips and her whole body flinched, making Aemond feel awful and like the worst man alive. "Shh, I don't want to hurt you."

Aemond could hear her crying as he slid two fingers into her and noticed how dry she was and his arousal disappeared. His cock was still very much hard but mentally, he despised this. He despised his mother and sister, and he might kill Eustace if he ever sees him again.

Aemond pulled his breeches down enough to pull his cock out and wished he could reach out and hold her but he didn't want to make this harder on her. So he gripped the sheets and entered her.

He should have lasted longer. But maybe he was doing her a favor by being quick. His mind hated it. Loathed it, even. But his cock was being squeezed by a tight cunt he had been desiring all day. Of course, he wouldn't last long.

He pulled her shift down to cover her and backed up, covering his mouth. This should have been different. Even if they could ever love each other, the look of pain and tears would be burned into his mind forever. Visenya's look of sorrow would be what kept him up at night and would be a nightmare if he could sleep. He did that to her, he did something he vowed never to do to any woman.

Within the first day of marriage, he always broke his vow to protect her.

"I'm ...I'm so sorry Visenya. I can't," He turned and left the room, Septon Eustace leaving right behind him. He rushed out of the castle and back to find Aegon. He succeeded in evading his family and staying hidden.

"Aegon," He whispered. "You are the only one I know who has access to the best placing to get drunk."

Aegon frowned in confusion but seemed to understand Aemond was trying to get away. "Yeah, follow me."

Aemond and Aegon found a cloak to conceal their hair and ended up in an empty bar. "Care to explain?" Aegon finally asked.

"They made me rape her. We were going to fake it," Aemond mumbled, finishing his first ale.

Aegon watched Aemond and nodded. "I couldn't do it with Helaena. I cut my arm and shook the bed frame to save her the shame. It took her two or three moons before she was ready and even then, she did not look like she enjoyed it. But I made it her choice. It's why she didn't get pregnant for a while."

Aemond was shocked at the revelation. Aegon rarely showed it but he did have a soft spot for Helaena. "I want to drink until I forget about the look on her face."

"Are you ready to admit you might love her?" Aegon asked.

"Maybe I always have," He mumbled. "The line runs thin between hate and love."

"But now, do you hate her?"

"No," He answered immediately.

As promised, he got drunk. Aemond didn't return to his chambers until the middle of the night and almost forgot that Visenya would be there. So when he walked in and saw her collapsed on the floor, he almost threw something at her.

"Fuck," He sighed and realized she had been there since he left because her hair looked the same, the crown had fallen off her head, and the same shift was still on.

Aemond watched her for a few moments before slowly lifting her to the best of his ability in his inebriated state. He lay her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

"I am so sorry, Vis," He slurred. He sat on the settee and stared at the fire until he could find sleep.

WHOA that was much longer than I anticipated but I hope it's to your liking.