You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Summary: A small inconsistency threatened to destroy everything you built
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader
Warnings: Death of characters, cursing, medieval and asoif customs, arrasment, sexual kinda arrasment, incest (c'mon is HotD), AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), SMUT, praise kink, breeding kink, innocent kink (?), lost of virginity, a little blood, might miss some warnings
Notes: THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, IT'S HAPPENING PEOPLE, IT'S IN THE WARNINGS COME ON LET'S DO THISSSSSS
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All the Lords had gone home for the winter, so you were alone with Aemond...
And that gave you goosebumps, he clearly did not respect you enough to leave if you told him to, and he obviously didn't respect Cregan either.
And he was a temperamental man with the most powerful dragon in the world.
So you tried to show yourself pliant, but also serious
But it was hard
The lunch was quickly turning uncomfortable, for example, he didn't even dare to look at Sara, like she was beneath him, not even paying attention if she said something to contribute to the conversation, Cregan noticed and he became angrier by the minute.
Cregan had never seen Rhaenys before, but she imposed respect, he could tell, but Aemond demanded it, and sometimes respect was not given just because.
Thelma came in with a tray with stew, and your eyes shined bright because it became your favorite dish, and she knew it
"My favorite", you said with a wide smile
"For you darling", she said with a wink, she squeezed your shoulder with a smile for you, Cregan thanked her for the food and she left.
"Apparently, you are not the only one with favorites", said Cregan, looking at you with a sneaky smile and you blushed
"I can't never make her cook my favorite!", whined Sara
"Interesting company you keep here in Winterfell", Aemond muttered, interrupting you all, "bastards, cooks", he said looking right at you, you heard Sara drop the spoon on her plate, looking at everyone but you and Aemond
"What is wrong with that?", you asked then, angry
"You are not wearing the dress I got you, nor the jewelry", he said, changing the subject, he tried one spoonful of the stew, he had a disgusted frown on his face, and then he left it to the side, good, he could starve for all you care
"The fabrics are nice but they are uncomfortable for this weather", you pointed out, even though you wouldn't wear them even if it was summer
"If you don't want to wear them because you fear Stark might feel poorly because he can't give you things like that", he whispered, but you all heard him clearly, "I'm sure he will understand"
