Aemond Targaryen Novels & Stories

He knelt beside the dead man, wiped the blood off his blade, and then turned his gaze back to me. “I apologize for that,” he said, his voice smooth but dangerous, like silk wrapped around steel. “No true man should ever raise his hand to a woman. Especially not one carrying life.” I stared at him, my breath coming in uneven gasps. “Who…who are you?” He smiled faintly. It wasn’t warm, it was the kind of smile predators wear when they’ve already caught their prey. “My name,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate, “is Aemond. Aemond Blackfyre.” Goddess, help me.

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal. I am getting better, yet I am nothing like Zane or Urien. Zane is a natural; he commands the room. His presence is inevitable; Urien does not command as much attention, yet he is impressive. He has a presence that, when he walks into the room, the conversation fades, and people look in his direction.