to anyone that has read an aemond fanfic, you have probably read the vaemond and Dinner scene a hundred times so I will try to not put every line of dialogue. we all know it by now. so buckle up, it's a good one.

She was panicking. This was the first time she would have to face Daemon in years. She was terrified, and it was making her sick with anxiety. Aemond escorted her and the children through the halls, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword.

"I can't avoid him the whole time," She nervously spoke. "Aren't you supposed to be training?"

"It can wait. I don't want you and the children out of my eyesight."

"T-Then we will go to the yard with you! Please, I don't want to hide."

Aemond looked into her eyes, trying to decide his next move. She was his wife, she was his to protect, and the biggest threat to her safety was now in the city. But if she were with him and Cole, she would be safest. Cole didn't like her, but he had already proven himself by protecting the children.

"Fine. But you stay by me at all times," He cupped her cheeks. If love could physically be felt, it would be surging through his fingertips. He truly feared for her with Daemon in the castle. He's broken her nose before and made her get stitches, he didn't put anything past his uncle.

He watched the lilac in her eyes soften and he could feel her pulse slow down. He often believed his purpose in life was taking care of her, and watching her calm down in his grasp was proof of that.

"Hey, little loves, let's follow Papa to the courtyard, okay?" Visenya smiled at them and held their hands. They held onto her hands as they swiftly made their way to the training yard. Criston was impatiently waiting but he noticed their hurried state.

"I assume you have a good reason for being late this morning?"

"Your favorite Princess and her brood of bastards have returned," Aemond mumbled, drawing his sword with a new burst of energy. He needed to break something, he needed to beat the hells out of something. Cole would have to suffice for now.

Cole had his Morningstar and Aemond grabbed a shield. Sometimes Visenya wished she picked up the sword but since the few lessons at the beginning of her marriage, she hadn't trained. She wouldn't be able to fend off an attack without guards with her.

Aemond ferociously struck against Cole time after time until both participants were panting with exertion. And that's when Visenya felt someone stand behind her.

"Is this my niece and nephew?"

Visenya let out a scream at being spooked and she shielded her children until she realized it was Jace. Her eyes widened, shocked that he was even talking to her. But he was, and she looked at him in bewilderment as she took in how much he'd grown. He was already taller than her and he had muscles.

"You ass!" She gasped and pulled her little brother into a hug. He seemed reluctant at first but he eventually wrapped his arms around her. While Jace wasn't the one to worry about, Aemond still watched with suspicion. Jace had practically disowned Visenya but now he was hugging her?

When Visenya pulled away from the hug, she punched his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?" Jace frowned.

"For being an asshole. You are an uncle and you have two siblings here!"

"Surely you aren't daft enough to not see my reasoning."

"Watch yourself," Aemond frowned.

"Jace!" Luke called from the steps. He ran down and Jace's face lit up, the brothers embracing with a laugh. Aemond watched Visenya's face fall and he reached out for her hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Maybe we should retire inside, ñuha jorrāelagon." Aemond picked up Laenora and she rested her head against his chest.

"Who is that, Papa?" Laenora asked.

Visenya faced Laenora and kissed her forehead. "It is your uncle, sweet dragon."

"Is he new here?" Maegor asked.

"He doesn't belong here," Visenya answered.

-

"Fuck!"

Aemond had hands and knees, fucking her from behind. It was one of the most comfortable positions for her in her pregnant state. His hips were smacking against hers as he snakes his arm around her hips to rub her clit.

"Aemond, fucking hells, right there!" She screamed as he kept hitting her g-spot. He was going rough, probably more than he should have been, but Visenya sensed some pent-up energy and she was more than willing to let him take it out on her.

"I am going to come in you, baby, watch my seed drip down those pretty thighs of yours. Going to fuck you so full."

Her eyes clenched shut as she threw her head back and her body convulsed, reaching her climax in time for his. She felt wetness rolling down her skin and she knew he kept his promise, she was full and dripping.

"Lay down, my sweetness," he whispered, kissing a trail up her spine. She happily plopped on her back and stared up at him, sweat making his hair stick to his face.

"I love how proud you look after you fuck me."

She placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned to kiss her palm.

"You are the first thing to be fully mine. I used to think that about Vhagar but she's had riders before me. You've had no husbands, no lovers, no one to claim your screams and your cries. You are mine and mine alone. But I am also yours. The very breath I draw is yours to claim."

Her thighs were practically dripping again.

"Aemond?"

"Yes, my queen?" He hummed, laying next to her.

"Tomorrow, please don't leave my side."

He pulled her back flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and placing his hands on her belly. Their new babe was moving around, kicking against his hands. "I wouldn't dream of it. I wouldn't dream of leaving you alone with any of them."

Visenya was very careful in choosing her dress the next morning. She wanted red and she wanted to make a statement. The shoulders of the dress were comprised of metal scales, and the clavicle was open with a dragon pendant over it. There was a silver inseam down the middle of the dress and her bump that ended above her hips, and over her hips were more metal scales.

And the boldest move she made was wearing the crown of rubies that once belonged to Queen Visenya the First. She hadn't worn it since her wedding and she wanted to look strong, to make people look at her.

"How am I supposed to stand next to you all day and not fuck you?" Aemond frowned.

"You will manage," She smirked and set Maegor down. "You are both going to behave for Brella and be nice to all of your cousins. Mama and Papa have a required event."

"And Auntie Hel and Uncle Egg?" Laenora asked.

"And Uncle Daeron and Uncle Luke?" Maegor asked.

"Everyone does, so it's fun time with Brella, hm?" Brella asked, trying to distract them as she held Aerion.

"Promise me?" Visenya asked. 

"We promise, Mama." Maegor nodded, giving her another hug.

Aemond kneeled next to them. "While I protect your mother, you must protect your sister. Can I trust you to do that?" He asked, running his hand over his son's hair.

"You can trust me, Father."

Visenya smiled at the exchange and looked at Aemond with love-sick eyes as he stood back up and grabbed her hand. "What?"

"Nothing," She hummed. "You've just completely surpassed all expectations. I thought you would be a good father. Turns out, you are an amazing father."

Aemond's cheeks flushed ever so slightly. He walked with Visenya down the halls, Aegon, Helaena, and Daeron joining them. "Where's Luke?" Daeron asked.

"He is going to be with our mother. He is supporting Joff's claim to Driftmark. I think he also just wants to stand by his family, which I understand. It would look divided if he stood with us."

"Something about that brown hair," Aegon mused. What was once a sore subject had turned into a reciprocated jest. Luke had accepted the truth of things, which meant he wasn't offended by the Strong jokes. He was still a Targaryen, with or without the last name.

When they entered the throne room, she immediately found her Grandmother's eyes. Rhaenys looked at the crown and then back at Visenya, a smile on her face. The band of siblings stood next to Alicent as Otto stood in front of the throne.

Get away from what is mine.

When the doors opened once again, Visenya saw them in a cloud of black. Her mother, Daemon, and all their children were in black. 

Daemon.

He looked right at her. Even Aemond saw it, and his whole body tensed. Visenya's hands went to rest on her bump as Daemon glared with a smirk. It was a power move, the look he was giving her, and she stared right back. She was going to step down from him, she was going to push back.

But the entrance of Vaemond broke his attention as Rhaenyra grabbed onto his arm. Vaemond was given the courtesy of speaking first. When Rhaenyra interrupted him, Visenya was actually pleased that Alicent put her in her place. Did she really think she could just interrupt him? If he had interrupted her, she would have thrown a fit.

But he was done and it was her turn.

And she was the only one not surprised when Viserys entered the throne room.

"I warned them," She mumbled.

"You did," Aemond whispered back. 

Alicent and Otto were never going to win this case against Rhaenyra, and Visenya tried to warn them. Rhaenyra went to him and it was all he needed to get out of bed. But they didn't believe her, naturally.

The proud look on Rhaenyra's face rivaled Alicent's worried expression, and Visenya loved when either of them was put in their place. She just wished one didn't have to win in order to do it. She wanted to see them both fall and burn. 

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

Visenya curtsied alongside everyone else when Viserys passed, but then ... his crown fell off. The crown of Jaehaerys fell off his head, a curse from the gods, which was how Visenya viewed it. He was no longer worthy to wear the crown, it had no business being on his head. Viserys wore a mask that covered half of his face and his body was falling apart, he was no king. 

Daemon passed them to help Viserys put his crown back on and helped him up the steps. On his way back down, Daemon sent her a look that she couldn't decipher. It was a glare with a threat.

"I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present ... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys." Viserys spoke between pants and gasps for air. 

"It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark passes through Ser Laenor to his ... trueborn son, Joffrey Velaryon after Lucerys chose to honor his mother and step-father and carry on the name Targaryen. His mind never changed, nor did my support of him."

Whispers spread through the court like wildfire and Rhaenys looked at Visenya with a sad glance.

"As a matter of fact, Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desires to marry Jacaerys Velyaron to Rhaena, and Joffrey Velaryon to Baela so that two Velaryons might rule Driftmark. A proposal to which I heartily agree."

Visenya closed her eyes as she sucked in a deep breath. The babe took that moment to kick her ribs and she winced in pain. Even her unborn child hated this. How comedic. 

Viserys spoke next. "Well, then it is settled. I hereby reaffirm Prince Joffrey of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and next Lord of the Tides."

Naturally, Vaemond didn't let this slide. You break law ... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me ... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it."

"'Allow it'? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond," Viserys spoke. 

"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine!" Vaemond yelled. 

Visenya reached for Aemond's hand. If he was about to attack Rhaenyra and her children, she was also a bastard in his eyes.

"You have said enough, go to your chambers," Rhaenyra frowned. In all her faults, Rhaenyra never tolerated anyone for calling her children bastards, even Visenya. But that was years ago. Things had changed. 

"You... may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom, and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned ... I will not see it ended on the account of this ..."

He paused. Daemon smirked. "Say it."

"Her children ... ARE BASTARDS! Even the two that call themselves Targaryens, they are no more than the product of their WHORE mother!"

Aemond clenched her hand in his. 

"I ... will have your tongue for this!" Viserys hissed. 

But it was too late. Daemon sliced Dark Sister through Vaemond's skull like it was jelly. In her group of Targaryen siblings, all back up in horror as Vaemond's brains leaked onto the stone floor, but Visenya stayed put. Her eyes met Daemon's and she did not back down. 

"Disarm him!" Otto yelled. 

"No need," Daemon turned away from her and cleaned his blade.

Viserys fell back onto the throne and Alicent ran to him. "Call the maesters! Please, my love, you must take something for the pain."

"I will not cloud my mind. I must make things right."

-

"She's active," Aemond spoke with a hand on her belly.

"She? You too, hm?" He asked with a smile. They and their brothers were the first to arrive for dinner, waiting for Alicent, the King, and Rhaenyra's brood to arrive.

"Laenora is smart, who would I be to question her judgment?" Aemond asked with a smile. "Any new cravings?"

"Plum pudding," She grinned.

"Naturally," He chuckled and grabbed her necklace. "I have not seen you wear this in a while."

It was the old necklace Laenor gifted her as a child with the sea rock and special chain so that her skin wouldn't break out in a rash. Aemond had since taken that care with her, making sure all of her rings and necklaces were the right materials. 

"It seemed fitting for today. So many mentions of the name Velaryon, I wanted to honor my favorite one."

"You should wear it more often. It suits you," He pressed his lips against her cheek just as Rhaenyra entered, her husband and children following. Her skin chilled and her palms got clammy, but the entrance of Alicent and the king spared her from that confrontation.

"How good it is ... to see you all tonight ... together."

None of us want it.

"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent asked. What a pious little shit.

Good thing no one could read Visenya's mind. 

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest."

Visenya hadn't closed her eyes, but Aemond had. So he hadn't noticed Daemon's smirk when Alicent prayed for Vaemond. 

Viserys smiled. "This is a cause for celebration. My grandsons, Jace and Joff, shall marry their cousins, Rhaena and Baela, to further strengthen the bond between our families."

"A toast to the young princes, and their betrothed."

Visenya saw Aegon lean over to Jace and whisper something to him. By the reaction Jace had, Visenya could only imagine how lewd Aegon had been. 

"And to Joffrey Velaryon, future Lord of the Tides!"

"Hear, hear!"

More whispering before Jace snapped. "You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed."

Aegon looked over at his brothers with a smirk and Visenya tried to hide her smirk. Even Luke was laughing. 

Viserys seemed to start another speech. "It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world ... yet grown so distant from each other ... in the years past. My own face ... is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was. But tonight, I wish you to see me ... as I am."

The mask came off, and Visenya was horrified as his disintegrated cheeks and hallowed out eye socket. How humorous though, to be missing an eye as his own son did. The son he practically punished that night.

"Not just a king, but your father. Your brother. Your husband, and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems, walk much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown ... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly."

How ironic coming from the man that divided the house in the first place. 

Rhaenyra stood and made a toast for Alicent, which earned an eye roll from Visenya.

Aegon seemed to be unfinished. For he whispered something else to Jace and he stood, angered. Aemond and Daeron stood in defense of his brother.

"Jace, no," Rhaenyra whispered.

So Jace raised his cup, looking at his three uncles. "To Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond, and Prince Daeron. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth."

"But Mother, they gave me a pig!"

"And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies."

"Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned!"

"To you and your family's good health, dear uncles. And my sweet sister."

Visenya noticed Aemond was ... somewhere else. Fond memories? He couldn't think of a single one with Jace involved. 

But Helaena stood to make a toast, and his attention was now on her. What could sweet Helaena have to say?

"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll soon be married. If they don't fall in love like Visenya and Aemond did, it won't be too bad. Not every relationship can be that wonderful. But it isn't so bad, mostly he ignores you. Unless he's drunk."

"Ha!" Visenya let out a laugh and she covered her mouth. Aemond pinched her side and failed to hide his smile.

Everyone went back to eating until Jace stood and walked over to Helaena, offering her a dance.

Visenya was livid. She was his actual sister. She was his blood. He hadn't paid her any mind and chose to dance with his aunt over his sister.

And once Viserys was out of the room, Visenya clenched her fists. "Where is my dance, little brother?"

Jace looked over and kept a smirk on his face. "You expect a dance from me?"

"No, but I also didn't expect you to ignore me." She stood up and Aemond was right behind her. "You are my little brother, I love you dearly, and yet you strike so deeply."

"You might wear that crown on your head, Big Sister, but it is I that mother named heir. It is I who shall be king. You best remember that."

Aemond stepped in front of her. "Yes, tell us how Strong of a king you will be."

Jace's smirk dropped. "I dare you to say that again."

"Jace, it's not that big of a deal," Luke finally spoke, stepping closer to them.

"They have you brainwashed, don't they, little brother?" Jace shook his head in disbelief.

"No, I know how to make my own decision instead of doing everything Daemon says to do. They make me feel like I don't have to pretend to be something I am not, and I am not ashamed of who I am. I am not blind to the truth, Jacaerys," Luke frowned. 

"We are not bastards, Luke, we are princes and they have no right!"

"Hm, do you not think yourself to be a Strong future king, nephew? Is that your insecurity? Or that you might not be a Strong husband or Strong father?"

"Aemond." Alicent finally spoke. 

Aemond grabbed a goblet of wine from the table. "Let us drain our cups to the future Strong King!"

Visenya couldn't have foreseen Jace being bold enough to punch Aemond, but she wasn't surprised when Aemond was unphased and pushed Jace to the ground. 

As Jace scrambled to his feet, Daemon held him back. "Don't. Go to your quarters."

Daemon faced Aemond and they both just stared. Daemon had a warning in his eyes, and Aemond only smirked. Aemond didn't fear his uncle, he was hopping on any chance to put him in his place. But Visenya knew the reality that Daemon was stronger. Sure, Cole and Aemond were the only ones to beat Daemon at a tourney, but if it came o a dragon fight, Daemon was a better rider. And the real battle was different than a tourney. Aemond had the skills, but Daemon had the endurance of war. And he was lethal.

So now was not the time. 

"Aemond," Visenya spoke firmly. "We must make it in enough time to put the children to bed."

Rhaenyra looked as if she was about to ask to see them, but Daemon turned to her. "We are leaving."

Visenya and Aemond left the room, his fists clenching at his sides. "You should have let me at him!"

"You wouldn't have won, Aemond."

"Do you have such little faith, Visenya?"

"No, Aemond, I have faith in you. But he is more experienced. I do not wish to argue. I am exhausted and today has mentally and physically drained me. I want to go to bed. I want to see the children, and then sleep for days."

She didn't get days.

Visenya got a few hours before Brella was shaking her. "Vis, wake up!"

"Hells, Brella, let me sleep. I'm fucking tired."

"What does she want?" Aemond groaned into his pillow.

"Visenya, I need you to open your fucking eyes because I need to make sure you are listening to me."

The urgency of her voice did cause her to open her eyes.

"The king is dead."

Fuck.

"Which means you are Queen." 

thanks to my lady what_the_fawkes for helping me design visenya's dress using ai! here is the dress she wore during the trial and dinner scene