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¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 12 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

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Warnings: swearing, lies and secretss as always, sexual insinuation, explicit sex (p on v), family drama, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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-Hold up-, a brown-haired boy sighed, narrowing his eyes-. So you Targaryens and Velaryons have an Aegon, Vaemond, Aemond, Daemon, Daeron, Daera, Laenor, Laena, Baela, Rhaena, Rhaenyra...and Rhaenys?-. He asked, highly confused.

-Indeed-, Jace nodded with simplicity.

-And then, suddenly, a Joffrey?-. Another boy, this one blonde, tilts his head. Also confused.

-Yes-, Jace smiled and they blinked, speechless-. My father chose his name from a former friend of his, so...-he shrugged, giggling.

The two lads nodded, pretending to understand.

Lord Corlys's nameday party is still going, being enjoyed by almost every of the attendants. In this moment, prince Jacaerys is seated at a table, enjoying the company of the sons of two great houses. Bryte Baratheon and Tygett Lannister. Both boys are the same age as Jace, so their talks are easygoing, just killing time.

-And...-Tygett, as blonde as the sun, narrows his blue eyes-, which one is "The Rogue Princess"?-, he asked with a cocky smile.

-Oh, yes, I have heard of that one-. Bryte, as brown-haired as the Velaryon prince, raises his brows, also interested.

-Uhh, that one would be Daera-. Jacaerys answered with a soft smile, giving a light nodd. They look curious at him-. My sister-, he added.

-She hot?-, the Lannister boy murmurs, and the Baratheon one laughed funnily. Jace inhales through his nose, feeling his cheeks burning. He straightened his shoulders.

-She is rather attractive-. He muttered as politely as he could, playing a little with his fingers on his knees. His companions smiled glancing at each other, nodding.

-But why is she called "The Rogue Princess", though?-. Byte asked with honest curiosity-. Is it just because she is The Rogue Prince's daughter? I hope not-, he scoffed briefly.

-Do you not know the tale?!-, Tygett reproaches funnily, and Jace grined tinyly.

-What? Is there a tale to know?-. The Baratheon jumps on his seat, surprised. Lannister nodes with excitement.

-She killed two men just like her father would-, Jace narrates. Tygett smiles and Bryte raised his brows, listening-. Coldly-, be cleared with a sigh.

-She- she killed?-, Bryte mumbles in shock.

-It was on a trip to The Vale my family once did, to visit my mother's maternal family, the Arryns, and also to celebrate Joffrey's third name day-. The prince talks quietly, being under their interested gazes-. We were in the camp, outside, and those men, who were none of ours, seemed to want to...bandalize my sisters-. He clears his throat, evading the word "rape", but they understood fully-. So she killed them, by herself-. Pride was obvious in his tone, forming a little smile.

Tygett licked his lips, pleasantly surprised, raising his brows and nodding briefly, remembering the former times he has heard the same tale, among others, about that girl.

-Fuck-, Bryte blinks, wordless-. Even I haven't killed anyone...yet-, he mumbles ashamed.

-But my sister's sobriquet is also due to all of her doings alone. She was already a rogue one before that-, Jace points, playing with the golden cup on his hand.

-How so?-, Lannister asks-. What are her doings?-, he tilts his head, laughing intrigued.

-Ah-, prince Jacaerys chuckled, raising his frown-...Whatever she wants them to be-, he mumbled, turning his head around, something the other two did as well.

And there was Daera, in the dance floor, with not one dance partner, but six.

The Rogue Princess was dancing stoppless with some of the little kids of the party, Joffrey among them. She was jumping and giggling with them all around the hall, smiling bigly and making them smile even bigger, lauging loudly, and constantly. Joffrey was twitching, supposedly dancing, so vividly, and proud of his big sister making his friends to laugh and have fun.

All the instruments being played were making an absolutely animated melody, allowing her to grab the children's hands and make them dance around crazily. She was doing it herself, making her hips to jump and shaking her naked shoulders from side to side, biting her tongue with a smile and bumping along the rythym. Joffrey jumped highly and excitedly, grabbing her hands and making her to jum with him.

Jace smiled with his lips closed, looking at her from his place and snorting a soft laugh, forgetting for a moment about his talk with the others.

Moments and five songs later, Daera decided to take a quick break, for she was literally airless and wet in sweat.

-Daera!-, Joffrey called when he saw her turning around.

-Oh, I need to breath, sweet dragon!-. She talked, with a breathless smile and fanning herself with her hands-. You keep going, alright?! You are young!-, she laughs without air, walking away.

-I'll dance for you!-, Joffrey shouted, bravely.

-Make me proud, boy!-. Daera smiled at him, nearly lumping for how thirsty she was. The kid laughed and kept jumping and dancing with his friends-. Oh gods...-she laughs, placing a hand on her back and walking quickly-. How do they not get fucking tired?-, she mumbled surprised.

She walked out from the dance floor, directing herself to one of the big tables of the hall, to fetch herself some water. She smiled when she saw who was already at that table.

-Oh gods!-. With his mouth fulled of bread, Luke bumps surprised when he sees his sweaty sister approaching tiredly-. You are dripping!-, he coughs, looking quickly for a napkin.

-I have heard that before-, she mumbles and sighs, arriving. He laughed, blushed, handing her two serviettes-. Thanks-. She instantly passes them all over her face, taking the sweat away-. Oh yes...yes, that's better-. Daera smiles, accepting the cup of water he also fetched for her-. You are the best-, she cried, drinking quickly.

Luke smiles, grabbing some more food to direct to his mouth. Daera, finishing her water, sighs and looks curiously at him from head to toe.

-Want to join me in a dance?-, she offered with a smile, tilting her head.

-I wished!-, Luke noded-. But I am so full-, he whispered ashamed, pointing at the table. Daera snorts curving her brows-...Grandma has been looking for who ate the lasts biscuits, she says it's not possible we are already out of them but we are and it's my fault and I am so sorry-, he whispered quickly raising his frown.

Daera opened her eyes big, as he did too, and at the same sime they bursted out laughing loudly, wrinkiling their eyes and opnening their mouths hugely. Luke laughed ashamed, combing his hair nervously, while Daera punched her own legs, breathless due to her amusedment.

-Corlys also used to love Rhaenys's biscuits, if I am not mistaking-. A third voice comes from close, one deep and serious, which made their laughs stop.

They turned their heads, finding Vaemond Velaryon walking towards them. Their uncle. He has his eyes narrowed and a fake smile. Daera sighed briefly, smiling tinyly, while Luke gulped, moving a little on his place.

-Uncle-, the princess greeted.

-Uncle-, the prince copied her with hurry.

Vaemond halted his steps, firmly. He smiled at Daera, closing his lips, and then wrinkling them when he looked at Lucerys, who gulped again. The boy always has always sensed the annoyance he provoked in his Velaryon uncle, something he has never come to truly understand.

-My grandsire does not "used to", he loves any food that comes from my grandma Rhaenys, I quite remember-. Daera spoke with a brief giggle, gaining his attention back.

-Ah, indeed-. Vaemond nodded with his brows up-. I am sure too, niece, that my brother is still out there, celebrating his very own day with his lads in the battle. We pray so that he celebrates his next one in here, with us-, he smiles along a slow sigh-. But, until then...-he mumbles-...our throne remains unprotected. Cold-. He looks, once again, at the rightful heir of the Driftwood throne.

Luke.

Daera wrinkles her lips quickly, grabbing one of his hands and placing this behind her, making him to give two steps back.

-Our grandma is keeping it very deffended, and warm, if you recall, uncle-. She speaks, almost daring, tilting her head towards Luke-. Until our grandsire returns...which he will-, she smiles brightfully.

Vaemond narrows his eyes slowly, staring at her with almost shame, but still smiling. She kept smiling too, blinkless. Luke, on the other hand, hummed nervously, giving a quick caress on her hand.

-I shall go look for Rhaena-. He informed, looking at his sister-. I think she might be-

-Yes, go-. Daera interrupted him, softly. He gulped, and walked away without any other word. Vaemond follows him with his gaze, and then stares at her again, looking from up to down.

-Every day more beautiful, niece, just as your mother-. He speaks with a harsh softness, pretending to be polite. She narrowed her eyes, smiling with her cheeks up-. Though, sometimes I do remember you might be as blind as her brother, which did not see that-

Daera smiled and walked away. Just like that, she left him with his dirty words on his mouth, really not wanting to listen to them. She got bored of hearing the same shit. Vaemond goes speechless, blinking hugely and feeling his throat drying up.

The princess walks freely and easily, with a smile, looking around. And suddenly, she saw a long white straight mane bouncing in the middle of the dancle floor. Daera stopped walking, closing her eyes for two seconds, not knowing what she just saw.

Aemond...dancing?

-What?-. She spits her words, blankly.

Daera stares cautionly to the crowd, searching for him between all the dancing people, but she could not to, for they were moving all around. She tsked stressfully, not waiting one second more and walking in the middle of all those people, not minding them and just looking for her lover, who apparently decided suddenly to fucking dance.

-With fucking who?-, she whispers under her breath, jealous.

As she got closer, she encountered again with the sight of his long hair. She also noticed two white hands placed on his shoulders. Lady hands. Daera gave a little jump, walking quicker between the people, with her eyes narrowed, not losing him out of sight again.

Aemond twirled alongside the music. Finally, she could see his face, and the girl's he was dancing with. Daera stopped walking slowly, furrowing her brows a little.

He was dancing with a Tully lady, their age, and she could not be more unconfortable, not to mention him. The girl was looking at any other side at all times, evading to look at at his scar or at his only eye. She was so tense. And he was holding her waist with discommodity, barely touching her, also looking away, with his throat afflicted. He could almost touch her unreasonable fear. It is ridiculous.

From their places, outside the dance zone, Alicent and Otto were staring at them constantly, calculating all of their steps. The Queen had a little smile on her lips and The Hand of the King a cocky look.

Daera gulped, pressing her lips while looking at them, and then she looks at Aemond again. She felt so bad for him, so incredibly bad, for she knows they made him to dance with a woman who obviously believes all the tales about him and sees him as some kind of monster, and this is probably not the first time in the night. She felt her blood boil, hating to see her love in that position, the one of a piece on a board, a buffon. She felt the dark desire of giving that girl what she deserved because of her immaturity. A grunt came out from her lips, and at that same time, he noticed her proximity, nailing his shamed eye in her.

And, also at that same time, someone touches her shoulder politely. She blinked, losing concentration, and turned around while forcing a calm expression.

And she finds Daeron smirking at her.

-For fuck's fucking sake-, Aemond sighed rolling his eye blank.

The Tully girl flinches when hearing him talk for the first time. He lets his cold eye to fall in her, annoyed. She almost felt like fainting.

-Daeron...-Daera turns around to face him, curious. The people around them were still dancing to the song being played-. Enjoying the party?- she asks forming a smirk.

-Quite-, he nodded with a smile, one she copied-. Though it would be even better if you would grant me an honor-, he mumbles raising his brows.

-That depends, I have my boundaries-. She muttered funnily, tilting her head while looking at him. Daeron chuckled under his breath, licking his lips and raising his chin with pride.

She looked at his lover in ashance, meeting with his eye for a second.

Aemond sighed heavily, dancing tensely while looking at them every five seconds, not being able to hear what they were talking about. But he was seeing how preciously she was smiling at his brother.

-Would you dance with me, cousin?-. Daeron asked, polite, but also flirty.

Daera narrowed her eyes slowly, forming a smile on her lips while an idea crossed her mind. The perfect excuse to stay close to Aemond.

-Hum-, she hummed funnily, turning around-. Come...-her head tilts briefly to a side, starting to walk between the people.

Victoriously, Daeron sucked his cheeks and started to walk behind her, following her steps. His intense gaze stayed placed on her back and hair, admiring them in silence while she walked calmly, placing her eyes in Aemond.

He nearly gasped when he saw her approaching, but totally hided his surprise, clenching his jaw when becoming aware she was to dance with his brother, just at his side. He cared little about the fact, and just thanked it. For she would be closer.

Aemond made the Tully lady to twirl, and meanwhile, he walked around her. The gods made him to make this slow walk just as Daera was aproaching to there. They stared at each other deeply, not being noticed by Daeron, who was busy in just staring at her.

But Aemond purred, and she sucked her inferior lip with a hidden roguery. They both dined the other with their gazes.

Daera turned around, facing Daeron with a confident smile. He sighed a laugh, placing his hands on her waist, which made Aemond to inhale through his nose, blinking slowly.

And they began to dance.

Alicent, ending a conversation with Cole, turned her gaze back to Aemond, and her jaw fell when, asides him, she encountered with Daera and Daeron, dancing together with smiles on their faces. The Queen blinks annoyed, opening a hand.

-When did she grab my son?-, she asked bemused.

-Outrageous-, Cole shook his head, serious.

-I heard he stole the dragon on that very same night...-

-Not just a thief then, but a maimed thief-

-It is said that he can curse you if he takes his patch off...-

Alicent blinked multiple times, hearing those near whispers. She turned her head with no caution, nailing her harsh gaze on the ones that were gossiping about Aemond recklessly. The Queen stared at them, annoyed and offended, and they shushed in an instant, walking away with fear. She, then, gulps strongly, and glances at Aemond again, seeing how uncomfortable and bored he was.

Meanwhile, Lucerys had finally found Rhaena. Turns out she was making company to Helaena, seated on her side at the divan, in another chair, and staring softly at her, seeing how the pregnant princess was caressing her felly with the tip of her fingers, seeming to be sleepy.

Luke pressed a smile on his face, not thinking twice to head himself there.

-Ladies-, he greeted politely. Rhaena smiled when she saw him, and pat the empty chair at her side. He giggled briefly, sitting on it.

-Hello, Luke...-. Helaena's sweet voice speaks low, smiling at him with her eyes almost fully closed.

-Aunt-, the boy smirks at her, and then at her belly-. I ought to tell you how happy I am for you and your future child. You look stunning-, he flattered with politeness.

-You definetely do-, Rhaena agrees the same way. Helaena laughs, lifting her cheeks-. Has it treated you well?-, she asked about the pregnancy.

-Yes-, she nods proudly-. They have been kind-, she whispers looking at her belly. Rhaena and Luke smiled silently, listening at her-. All the maidens have been too, not to mention your sister-, Helaena blinked softly.

-Oh, we are glad Daera has been of help-. Rhaena curved her lips into a smile, with proud.

-She mostly has-. The dearest nods raising her brows-. During all her visits in all this moons she accompanied me and took care of me too, very nicely-. She speaks with tenderness and joy, still drowsy.

-And after all those visits, she would tell us how much she enjoyed them as well-. Lucerys comments with a soft laugh, surprising her nicely-. Daera is as excited for your child as we are, is she not?-. Luke elbows Rhaena softly.

-Oh indeed!-, she nods with her eyes big open, laughing. They three laughed, and Helaena curved her brows with a sigh, smiling.

-I want her to be at presence when I finally give birth to your nephews-. She says dreamy, and they raised their brows along sort of confused smiles, noticing the plural subject-. Daera told me herself she will be at my side when it is time...-she smiles.

-She shall be-, promised Luke with a moved smile-. She will-, he nodded.

-Our sister never breaks a promise-, Rhaena giggled with her brows up, making Helaena to giggle as well.

-Good to know-, she clapped tenderly, smiling tiredly.

Lucerys and Rhaena smiled silently at her, admiring her softness and innocent. Sometimes they truly couldn't understand how she belongs to such a cold and broken family. Other times, most of them, they would pity her.

-Oy!-, a sharp call from Daemon made they both to turn their heads. They saw The Rogue Prince steps away from them, looking at them sideways with seriousness. He emitted a sound, tilting his head so they would follow him.

He has never enjoy seeing his children with the greens, any of them.

Luke and Rhaena sighed, somewhat shamed, and after saying goodbye to Helaena they stood up and walked away from there, with Daemon, who took them back to their table to join Rhaenyra and Joffrey.

Helaena stays alone, sighing calmly, just for a few seconds. She sees Aegon approaching to her, stumbling, making her bones to tense coldly.

-Helaena...-he mumbles, wobbly, approaching to her from her life-. Mother says that...-he burps, placing a hand on her shoulder to gain balance.

She squelaed and pushed his hand away in a second, having felt nausea when feeling his dirty harsh drunken touch. Aegon burped again, not minding her rejectment, and instead he placed his hand on the divan's backrest. She gulps strongly, looking around with unquietness.

-Listen, you-. He drags his words, hating to be at her side, and wanting to talk as quick as possible-. Mother tells you to-

-There is a grass between the tides-. Helaena suddenly turned her head to him, looking almost mad, whispering her words with fear and caution.

Her husband wrinkled his expressions, shocked.

-What the fuck does that even means, you?-, he whispered poisonly.

Helaena gulped, once again, tilting her head and aparting her worried gaze from him.

-It cannot be clearer than that...-she whispered. Then she squealed a little, grabbing her belly and looking at it with a slight confused pain.

In the meantime, in the dance floor, Daeron's fingers were resting on Daera's waist, and hers on his shoulders, performing their dance while smiling at each other, talking.

-I have heard you have become quiet good with the blade, cousin-. The younger prince told her, raising his brows.

-Ah, then you heard about how I beat your older brother's ass in the training patio, perhaps-. Daera muttered funnily, glancing over his shoulders.

While Daeron laughed, she eyed Aemond, who was just at their side with his partner, who now was a Martell lady, as uncomfortable as the others girls he has danced with. He glanced back at her, blinking and pressing his lips.

-More than once, am I mistaking?-. Daeron asked with a gracious smile, looking at her with shiny eyes. She stared back at him, laughing.

-Well, I had to find some entertaining for myself while visiting your sister during these moons-. Daera nods to a side, biting her inferior lip quickly.

-Hm, perhaps I would have found another way to entertain you if I had been there, princess-. The prince mumbles, flirty, with a funny smile-. Quarrels with my brothers would not have been a needed custom-, he denied.

-Oh well...-Daera chuckled looking away, at Aemond. She saw how he, while twirling along the music, rolled his eye with so much annoyment, for he was clearly hearing his brother trying to flirt with his lover. Daera fighted to not laugh, biting her lips.

Daera is surprised, she has to admit, for how good Aemond turns out to dance. He moves with the music majestically. His moves were delicated and refined, but at the same time they were well marked and quick. He gives every step with grace and divinity. And that is something she is the only one in notice, for his formers dance partners have just looked away while dancing with him, not counting the steps, but the seconds so their dance would be over. If it were her, for fuck's sake, she would let him know how good he dances. If it were her, he would dance with no one but her.

-And how is your dragon?-. Daeron speaks again, returning her back to reality. Daera blinks, glancing away from Aemond, who licked his lips when looking at her-. I heard The Golden Ray is mightier than ever-, he raises his brows.

-You hear a lot of things-, she points, and he chuckles briefly, somewhat ashamed-. Kalistrox is doing very fine, as well as The Blue Queen, as I saw in our arrival here-, she said with a smile.

-Ah yes, Tessarion is quite alright as well-. Daeron nods prideful, thinking of his she-dragon.

Soon, the song ended, and all the crowd clapped cheerful, smiling happily. Daera and Daeron clapped too, laughing with amusedment. Aemond did not clap, and as the song ended he draw the lady's hands away from his shoulders, making her flinch.

-Good dance, my lady-. He mumbled looking down at her, making a quick curtsy.

The Martell girl nodded fastly, opening her mouth. The One-Eyed Prince ignored what she was about to say and walked away with firmness, outing from the dance floor. Daera opened her lips briefly, looking askance at him and then at Daeron again, forcing a smile.

A new song started, and so did a new dance.

He has reached his limit for the night, at least for the night. He don't want to tolerate no more the afraid ladies, the murmurs surrounding him and the looks coming from every corner of the hall from people he doesn't even know. All of them talking about how he stole a dragon, or about his lost eye, or any other gossip with his name on it. He is the sensation of the night. And how much despites and hates that.

Aemond humms coldly, heading to his mother and grandfather. And when they saw him, the bumped in their places, surprised.

-You are supposed to share three songs with Lord Martell's daughter, Aemond-. Alicent quickly reproaches as soon as her son reaches her side.

-And she is supposed to at least hide her fear, mother, as well as Lord Tully's daughter-. Aemond spoke calmly but coldly, crossing his arms behind his back and standing firmly, looking at Daera and Daeron from the distance.

Alicent gulps, trying to not flinch at the mention of the disrespect towards her child.

-Set your discomforts at a side, grandson-. Otto recommends with a hoarse voice, and he looks at him with a severe disbelief.

-'Tis I who must do that?-, Aemond asks with a light roughness.

-Everybody here knows what happened the last time you were in here, in Driftmark, son-. Speaking lowly and nervously, Alicent grabs one of his arms, looking at his eye. He grunts quietly, looking at her too-. You can't be with that long face no longer-, she forbidds.

Aemond opened his lips and did not blink for a few seconds, truly feeling that they were not listening to him. At all.

-Many here think that you stole the dragon of Lord Corlys's passed daughter-, Otto mumbles under his breath, looking around cautiously-. We turn out to be in Lord Corlys's hall, Aemond-. He recalled.

-Well I do not think it that way-, he tried to deffend himself. Alicent tsks and sighs.

-Well you will need to try to-. She reproached tiredly, and he furrowed his brows while gulping, shaking his head-. All the great houses are among us today, and all your actitude have made is to feed the fire of the tale-tellers and their tales-, The Queen hissed, somewhat desesperated for him to understand.

Aemond made a pout with his lips, glancing at the floor. Meanwhile, Otto directed his gaze to the dance floor, where he saw his youngest grandson all over princess Daera, mumbling words to her with a smile, so out of place and lacking selfrespect.

The Hand of The King looked at The One-Eyed Prince again.

-Invite your cousin, princess Daera, to dance with you-. He ordered to him. Aemond went speechless.

-What?-, Alicent's brows goes down-. Father-, she tries to deny.

-It will look good, you dancing with one of Lady Laena's daughters-. Otto decided, ignoring his own daughter. Aemond clenches his jaw, annoyed by this, but at the same time feeling how overjoyed his heart started to beat-. Besides, take her away from Daeron, for the gods's sake-, he mumbles exhausted.

Aemond sighs, pretending to be annoyed. He tightened his fists, as well as his jaw, biting briefly his inferior lip, and then turning around with a snort.

-At once...-he whispered, heading to the dance floor once again, now with all of his will.

-I heard you look like your mother when she was your age-, Daeron says with a flirty smile.

-Yes...-Daera sighs, tired of him, looking around with boredness.

-Lady Laena must have been gorgeous then-, he flatters with a polite giggle.

-Yes-, she nods, not answering his laughs.

Daeron narrows his eyes, noticing her boredom. Quickly, he tried to find a new topic to talk of. But, before he could do that, the presence of a tall one-eyed Targaryen made them both to stop their dance.

Daera's eyes shined when she saw Aemond, deeply serious, having his hands crossed behind his back.

-Brother?-, Daeron names confused.

-Our grandfather calls for you-. Aemond coldly informed, and his little brother furrows his brows. Daera opens her lips, looking at him-. I will dance with our cousin now, by his orders-. He muttered, letting his eye fall on the princess.

She felt how all of her body warmed, and she fighted so hard to hide it. Aemond, looking at her, felt his lips wanting to curve into a smile, and so he chew them, avoiding this.

-Oh gods...-Daeron tsks his tongue with a complain, but he did not figh against the order. He looks at Daera, who was looking at his brother with an annoyed face-. Our dance was good-, he sighed.

-Indeed-, she sighed too-. And now my next one is about to be a nightmare-. Daera smiles fakely at Aemond.

I'm probably going to get wet while dancing with him, she actually thought.

-We fear the same destiny-, Aemond hissed at her, narrowing his eye.

I'm already creaming my pants, he actually thought.

-Ugh-, Daeron rolled his eyes-. Just...try to don't kill each other-, he mumbled, turning around and walking away with not one suspicion.

We will fuck each other, they both thought.

With a blank face, Daera offered him one of her hands. Expressionless, he takes it, and then he starts to walk, dragging her with him between all the people.

-Aemond-, she has to look down to allow herself a laugh, lifting her cheeks happily-. Where are we going?-, she giggles while being dragged.

-Away from my mother's and grandfather's gazes-, he answered in a mumble, starting to smile too as he looked around, seeing how some people were looking at them. He erases his smile.

They reached another point of the dance floor, where they stopped while everyone around danced and laughed. He halted in this place, for the people seemed to really be into their own business. They now stand in the very heart of the ball.

Aemond turned around, facing her, and she lifted her chin to look at him too, feeling her chest coming up and down.

-Pretend, Daera-. He remembered in a low mumble, placing his hands on her waist. She felt how her skin burned instantly.

-I am-, her voice comes out as a string, and she gulped, trying to maintain her sanity-. You do too-, she ordered, placing her hands on his shoulders.

-Hmm-, he hummed. He clenched his teeth when feeling her fingers over him-. I- I am pretending, what are you talking about?-, he scoffed.

-I am talking about your eye nearly losing itself in my cleavage, my prince-. Daera whispered, quickly.

Aemond sighed with a smile, being caught, and then she twirled along the music, officially starting their dance.

-Forgive my eye, then-. He speaks looking around, grabbing her waist again when she ended her turn. They looked each other, centimeters away-...And I'll forgive your cleavage-. He made her twirl again.

Daera hide a laugh, biting her lips and closing her eyes while returning to him, again. Aemond grabbed her waist and sighed with a tiny smile, hiding it by looking to his shoes.

-Interesting footwear, cousin...-she mumbled, also looking down. He giggled biting his lips. Daera takes advantage of this, sighing-. You dance so good, love-. She whispered, amazed.

-And you look majestic, goddess-. He grunted under his breath, staring at his shoes, but he allowed himself to look at her uncovered cleavage. She bit her lips, chuckling-. Perfect-, he sighs.

-I thank you-. Daera whispers scratching her mouth, hiding her smile while they twirled-. I have been fantasizing about you all evening...-she confesses, almost purring.

Aemond humms, closing his eye for a second.

Rhaenys was not so far from them, dancing with Lord Blaclwood politely and friendly, killing the time with some talk. And, as they danced, she soon noticed her granddaughater close in the dance floor, having Aemond as her partner. They were twirling, just as all the others partners but, for some reason, they were looking to the floor almost religiously, making their manes to cover most of their faces.

The Lady of Driftmark was about to sigh, about to pity her granddaughter, who she knows hates her cousin. But, then, she could see for a brief second how she had a smile on her face, giggling towards the ground. Daera was smiling, not tauntly or sarcastic, she was...smirking and batting her lashes. Flirty? Rhaenys narrows her eyes from a second to another, blinking confused. Lord Blackwood made her to turn, so her sight changed.

-My brother seems rather affective with you-, Aemond mumbled lifting his gaze again, serious.

-He has always been, if you recall-. Daera sighed looking around, pretending to be annoyed by his closeness and his touch, though she was insanely enjoying the stoppless caressings on her waist by his thumbs-. I'm afraid I might have an special effect in some Targaryen brothers-, she mumbled, fakely worried.

-Oh, I shall hope not-. The one-eyed sighed tiredly-. I do not wish for competence-, he denies.

-You would win, either way-. Daera whispered between her teeths, rolling her eyes so it seems she is tedious. Aemond rolled his eye too, having to fight against his smile.

-Good to know...-he muttered. Daera laughed from deep her throat.

-EY!!-, the whole hall shouted at the same time in the middle of the dance, cheering. Daera and Aemond walked around each other as well as all the dancing partners, smiling cockily.

-You love to shout, do you not?-. He narrowed his eye.

-Do you not know it already?-, she taunted-. EEYY!-, and she shouted again along all the others, raising her arms with excitement and amusedment. Aemond laughed with his lips closed, licking them and concealing the smile.

Daera raised her brows and walked to him again, letting his hands to grab her waist, anew. They twirled on their place at the rhythm of the drums and the string instruments which so loud were playing.

-I have notice that you have not had any clash with any of my siblings, this evening-. The princess commented with a curious tone, and she sees him scoffing briefly-...That is an achivement itself-, she mumbled proudly.

-I thank it too!-. Aemond grunted when grabbing her armpits from below and lifting her from the floor, for this was part of the choreography. All the other partners did it too, but they both felt like the most special ones. Daera fighted herself so hard to not smile at him from up-. But it is due to my mother and grandfather's endless search of dances partners for me-. He placed her back in the floor, tightening his fingers on her waist.

-Ah, how disgusting that must have been-. Daera snorts, looking around, searching for any of her siblings, but none of them were at sight near the dance floor. Which meant she was not at sight for them either.

-It allowed me to not clash with any of your siblings, as you said-. Aemond muttered, shrugging briefly while staring at her cleavage, seeing how her breasts were coming up and down-. My bless, my curse...-he sighs, closing his eye.

Aemond twirled gracefully, making his long mane to turn in the air as well. Daera admires this with a smile, twirling as well, and soon they met again, interwining their fingers and touching their chests, looking at each other while circling in their place.

-Let's meet-. He proposed from a moment to another, whispering so thinly, and desperate.

Daera afflicted her throat, tapping her fingers on his shoulders, and then gripping them.

-Everybody is either too drunk or too friendly already to care about our absence-. Aemond talked with his gaze down, pretending a serious face.

-It's the perfect moment-, she instantly agrees, looking askance to his shoes to draw a smile on her lips.

-My mother and grandfather will quickly become aware of me not being here, of course, but they shall not come looking for me-. Aemond told her, confident-. They know I hate balls-, he snorted.

-And my family thinks I hate you-, she smiled cockily, turning around and moving her arms gracefully. He started at her back with a smirk, glancing at her ass for a second-...They won't suspect a thing-, she whispered.

Rhaenys narrowed her eyes, seeing how Daera turned back to Aemond and whispered something at him with a smile. The lady of Driftmark watches the one-eyed prince placing his hands on her waist again, giving her a light pull, and her granddaughter did not seem to complain at all. She blinks, confused, drawing her gaze away once again when some lord speaks to her.

-But, any ways, we have to be cautious-. Daera whispered resting her back against his, both opening their arms to their sides slowly, with the music-. And I have a plan-, she informs, resting the back of her head on his back for a quick moment.

-What is your plan, my doll?-. Aemond asks, barely moving his lips, lifting his arms along the song and looking around with his wided eye.

-Is a good plan, but...-she inhales through her nose, starting to turn around again-, perhaps I'll have to kiss someone-. She smiles.

-What?!-. Aemond turns around in a second, exaltated. She raised her brows, smiling surprisedly-. No, no, change your plan then-. He instantly denies, having his jaw clenched.

-I was jesting!-, Daera quickly clarifies, smirking bemused and narrowing her eyes. She made it look like she was taunting at him, for external eyes. He blinked, humming with warning-. I won't kiss anyone but you-, she whispered confidently.

Aemond sucked his cheeks from inside, walking around her slowly, stepping with the music. Daera sighed, following him with her deep and hungry eyes.

And, as she twirled slowly on her place, she suddenly became aware of her grandmother looking sideways towards them. Constantly. Daera hides any signs of surprise, and what she did was to hold one of Aemond's hand and, without stopping their dance, she dragged him. He did not hesitate, and followed her with a cautious gaze, trusting her decision.

Princess Rhaenys saw how they dance while going deeper in between the people, being now even more mixed with them. Now she could only see their manes. She tsked lowly, furrowing her brows towards there. Something weird is going on.

-My grandma was glancing at us-, Daera whispered, resting her hands on his shoulders. He flinched surprised-. Not suspiciously, but we are better safe than sorry-, she raises her brows, giggling briefly.

-We agree-, Aemond chuckled lightly, staring around the place-. Your plan...-he remembers, soft.

-Yes, listen-. She instantly nodes-. You'll have to leave the hall in a few minutes, please make sure that nobody sees you-. Daera mumbles strongly.

-A hard task-, he confesses, and she looks at him lightly worried-. But I will not be seen nor followed, do not fear-. He instantly said, confident.

-I trust you-. She nodded, problemless. Aemond loved her trust in him, making him to bit his lips briefly-. Wait for me, in the beach, the one near to your chambers, remember?-. Daera questioned, twirling alongside him with the music.

-I think I remember...-Aemond murmured giving her a sided smile, recalling the show she gave him in that beach hours ago. Daera smirked roguish, looking away-. I'll head to that beach, then what?-, he asks, remembering he has to pretend to be uncomfortable with her.

-Wait for me-. The Rogue Princess whispered, caressing his shoulders during a short moment. He hummed, tightening his fingers on her little waist-. And I will join you soon-, she promised with a chuckle.

-You don't know how horny you are already making me, Daera-. The One-Eyed Prince sighed, exhausted-. Plotting our escapes...-he mumbled, desirely.

-I know what I am making to you, cousin-. Daera muttered with a low tone, giving a soft twirl-. I like to set the mood-, she smiled sideways. Aemond closed his eye.

And then, the song ended.

All the dancers of the hall clapped and cheered excited and happily. Daera and Aemond ceased their touch in that moment. She clapped as well as the others, looking 'boredly' at him. He, 'serious', did not clap, staring at her with a fake tediousness.

-Mood setted-, the prince mumbled, to then turn around and walk. Daera turned around too, not forbidding herself this time to sigh, in love, following him with her dreamy gaze and sucking her inferior lip.

Seeing them both walking away from the dance floor, taking different paths, Rhaenys sighed briefly, stopping her glances towards them.

Daera saw how Aemond walked firmly, getting away from her and the dance floor. She walked slowly, looking around, playing lightly with her fingers. And, just seconds then, she found an intense gaze over her.

From a table of near, Tygett Lannister was seated by himself, with a cup as golden as his hair between his lips. He was staring at her with a sided smile and self-sufficients eyes, talking to her with them. The Rogue Princess has him coaxed, and he let her know it with no shame.

Daera halted her steps, resting her arms at the sides of her body. She looked back at him, wrinkling her lips lightly into a tiny smirk that growed slowly. The princess turned her gaze into a flirty one, raising her brows towards him. Planning her schemes.

Lannister smiled cockily, looking down, and then at her again, giving a light nodd so she would finally approach to his table.

Aemond, after leaving the heated dance floor, rested his back against a column of the hall. He has his arms crossed over his chest, following Daera with his discreet gaze, from a safe distance. The one-eyed prince was witnessing how she headed to one of the Lannister family members, one that was clearly their age. He was flirting with her with his eyes and, soon, she appeared to be flirting back with words when she seated at his side, smiling at every moment. Aemond knew this was her said plan, but nevertheless, his chest felt tighted and his fists suddenly wanted to clash themselves against that blond cunt who was obviously staring at her cleavage with no pretend.

He had to remember himself this was for a purpose, and apparently she was doing the hard part. Hence, Aemond sighed, drawing his eye away from there.

-Hmm-, he humms coldly, separating from the column and walking, his shoulders moving back and forth gracefully with every of his steps.

He has to do his part as well.

Aegon, buried in his cup of wine, is sipping from it constantly while looking around at every second, staring at all the ladies of the hall, each of them being different kind of beauties. It turns him on so much, making him to chuckle constantly behind his cup, having a hand caressing one of his own thighs. There were redheads, brunettes, blondes...

Suddenly, a blonde appears in the middle of his sight. Tall, slim, tense. Where the fuck are her curves? Why is she...why is she wearing an eyepatch?

-Aegon!-, Aemond shouts in front of him.

-Fuck!-. Aegon jumps on his seat, spilling some of his wine on the table. He blinks bigly, surprised, noticing that this was his brother-. Oh...-he murmurs, confused.

Aemond, rolling his eye, was not in the mood to reproach his drunkness or lack of self-respect. Instead, he went straight to the point.

-I am leaving the ball-. He noticed, serious.

-...Uh?-, Aegon blinks, not listening much to him. Just as Aemond wanted.

-I'm going to sleep, brother-. The one-eyed nearly muttered, speaking to him so quietly. His brother wasn't understanding him at all, but was also drunk enough to not even have the energy to ask-. Goodbye!-, he said, loudly this time.

-Uh, alright alright-. The older brother nods, gulping and moving a hand in the air-. Yes, I can!-, he answers, thinking that he was asked something.

Aemond licked his lips, smirking victoriously. He left him behind, walking as quietly as possible, but also quickly. With his shiny eyes, he stared at the opened gates of the hall, nearing to them. No one was following him, he made sure.

In a second, he outed from the room, walking away, and alone. He finally allowed himself to smile bigly, laughing with triumph, and acelerating his steps.

And, looking sideways, Daera saw him leaving the hall succesfully. She pressed a proud smile, licking her lips slowly, and staring front again.

Tygett Lannister was smirking at her, with vivid and flirtatious eyes.

-Yes, they are true-. She mumbles, smiling-. The talents of mine that you have heard of are...very much mine, indeed-. Her giggles are low, and deep.

-Stunning...-Tygett murmurs with a surprised smile, tilting his head to a side-. You have probably heard of my own talents too-, he says proudly, lifting his chin.

-Ah, I very much have, my lord-. Daera replied, appealing. She has no fucking idea actually.

Lannister laughed combing his hair back. His laugh was so full of himself. She wanted to roll her eyes, and she normally would, but she has a task to complete, for her sake, and Aemond's.

-I was wondering, princess...-the blond lowered his voice, and she furrowed her brows lightly, listening closely-. Perhaps we could both join our talents this nights, I consider we may enjoy what would come out of that-, he murmurs. Daera narrows her eyes, beginning to smile. He smiles as well, glancing at her mouth.

-My lord...-she whispered, flirty.

-Would you like to go somewhere else?-. He proposed with a deep tone of voice, staring at her with his blue eyes.

And she, with her purple ones, smiled bigly, letting them shine with a mischevious bright. Amused, she started to nod.

-You go first-, the princess whispered, desirely.

Minutes later, Daera was walking quickly with a calmed smile on her face.

-It's too easy-, she snorted, and then raised her brows when seeing just the ones she was looking for-. Oy!-, she shouts excited.

Baela, Lucerys and Jacerys turned around at the instant of hearing her. They saw her running towards them with the biggest of smiles, one they three copied with interest.

-What happened?-, Luke asked, laughing.

-I am going out!-. Daera whispered loudly, arriving to them with a happy jump. They raised their brows, curious.

-Out? Where? What?-. Jace mumbles interested, whispering too.

-No no-. Baela shakes her head towards Jacaerys-. The question is with who?-, she opened her eyes big, and the boys did the same, silent.

-You know me so well-. Daera grunted to her sister, who shrugged proudly-. Tygett Lannister-, she whispered cockily.

Luke smiled surprised, while Jace and Baela scrunched their noses.

-A Lannister?-, the girl murmured boredly.

-He fancies you, actually. We were talking-. Jace informs with a flat tone-...He's a Lannister-, he shrugged.

-The motherfucler could be a Blackwood, I don't care, the fella is fine-. Daera clapped her hands with confident, and inevitably they all laughed, amused.

-What- what are you going to do with him?-. Lucerys asked with his cheeks red, chuckling.

-Luke-, Jace repproached with a snort.

-Better to not say-. The Rogue Princess giggled naughty, placing her pinky finger over her lips. Jacaerys laughed funnily, shaking his head-. He is already waiting for me, so I am leaving, alright? You know what that means-, she raised her brows, pointing at them.

-We will cover you-, Luke nodded with a smile.

-Perfect, and tell Rhaena too!-. Daera waits for nothing, starting to walk backwards while still talking to them.

-We will!-, Baela whispered with her brows up.

-Be careful!-, Jacaerys mimics with his lips, not wanting to shout.

Daera winked an eye at him, confident, and then she turned around, walking between the people, and heading herself out of the hall. Luke, Baela and Rhaena stared at each other, laughing amusedly, all of them used to this dinamic.

The princess came out from the ball, passing the gates with quick steps. She saw the empty halls, and instantly began to walk in them, crossing her hands over her belly with an excited smile, not wanting to wait one more second to finally meet with her love.

-Princess...-

But, she still has to wait.

She turned around, finding Tygett resting in one of the walls, looking flirty at her with a smile. Daera smirked with a sigh, walking slowly to him. They were already far enough from the ball.

-Shall we begin?-, he mumbled, directing his hands to her waist and placing them in there, pulling her.

Daera afflicted her throat, now centimeters away from the blond's face, who was staring so desirely at her. She gulped, hating his touch and gaze. However, she was smiling as well, copying his desire.

-Not yet, my lord, not yet-. Daera laughs tauntly, taking his hands with softness and drawing them away. He furrowed his brows briefly, still smiling-. First, I'll need to go for something in my chambers...-she whispered, nearing to his lips.

-What for?-, he asked, sillied, staring to her beautiful mouth.

-It is a surprise, for you-. She taunted, making him to smile bigger-. And, while I go to my room, you go to yours...and wait for me in there-, the princess aksed for, caressing his hands on hers.

The blond gulped, starting to nod.

-I'll wait-, he says.

-Yes, wait-. She laughed quietly, staring deeply at his eyes. He, biting his lips, pushed his heads towards her, wanting to kiss her, but Daera quickly draw her head away, smiling.

-Let me taste you-, he asked almost in a grunt, like it was an order.

-You will, in time-. Daera dictated, talking with her teeth clenched-...Go and wait, lord-. She whispered, tilting her head.

-Do it quick-, he sighed, separating himself of the wall. The princess smiled walking backwards.

-It will be just a second-, she promised.

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Normally, princess Daera would had really gone to Tygett Lannister's chambers, or to the chambers of any lord or servant she'd find fit to entertain herself with. Normally, she would not let them waiting, she would not go 'for something in her room'. Normally, she would gladly fuck them. But, in reality, that is not longer a truth, for her body and heart is long bethroded to just one person.

Daera came out of the castle through a rear exit she has always known, where there was not one guard or person wandering around. She walked down a stair with quickness, feeling the sea breeze blowing her mane and skin, caressing it. Walking the stairs down, she looked around at the beach. The tides were wild at the distance, but calmed in the seashore, being lighted by the bright and white moon from above, having some of the Targaryen dragons flying around it.

As her feet reached the sand, her gaze flew to a place where she suddendly noticed a movement. And, from behind a big sea stone, came out the tall and firm body of Aemond, who sighed amazed when he finally saw her in there, approaching. Daera stopped walking for a second, seeing her cousin, the one-eyed prince.

Her lover. Her bethroded.

-Aemond-, a dreamy whisper left her lips in that moment, not waiting a second to shot out running towards him.

Laughing victoriously, he walked quickly and opened his arms big to the sides of his body, staring at her with a shiny gaze and a bright smile. Daera guffaw like a child, overjoyed, running to him in the sand with no stop. And, soon, they reached each other, at fucking last. The prince wrapped her with his arms and she wrapped him with her legs, hanging of his waist. Aemond stumbled briefly, taking some steps back, but he did not flickered. He grabbed her well, and laughed against her lips, and she did the very same, grabbing his head with the biggest of smiles while giggling.

-Oh my dearest love-, he mumbled breathless, relieved, finally touching her as he desirely wanted to.

Daera did not even think in saying any word. She just grabbed his cheeks tighter and pulled his face towards her, clashing her lips with his into a wild and hungry kiss. She was not alone in her desesperation, for Aemond instantly kissed her too with the same hurry, moaning deeply and moving his mouth crazily against hers, tasting it whole. Their tongues met with desire, and they licked each other recklessly, so wet and hot. He took another step back, stumbling again, feeling how all of his body was starting to burn. Hers had the same destiny, extremely ablaze.

Aemond hummed shakily, drawing his hands from her waist to her ass, grabbing it tightly with no shame, for it belongs to him. He made her moan into his mouth, clenching her legs harder on his waist and going deeper on his mouth. Daera took one of his hands and directed it to her own chest, wanting him to touch her more, and he definetely did. Desesperated, he grabbed the dress's cleavage and pulled it down, taking one of her bare tits out and squeezing it hasrhly. She moaned again, right on his tongue, biting it with pleassure and a laugh. The one-eyed prince hummed again, excited, marking all of his fingers on her breast with no stop, not growing tired of the feeling.

When the air lacked, they finally separated their mouths, but kept their foreheads together, breathing fastly above the other's nose.

He grunted, resting his pointy jaw on her neck when he started to kiss it desirely, sucking wetly all of her skin. Daera groaned surprised, grabbing his head and staring at the sky with her mouth opened, feeling him biting and burning her neck and shoulders, making them all wet whith his boiling saliva.

-Aemond-, she named breathless-. Not here, love-. She sighs, caressing his hair. He grunted, spoiled, not understanding her denial-. I have a place, let us go there-, the princess informs with a quick smile, pulling his head away with softness.

Aemond, with his dilated pupil, stared at her with a fasted breath, having his wet lips opened. He licked them, tasting her delicious skin.

-Take us there, doll-. He smiled with a sigh.

Daera smiled too, hugely, and them she dropped her legs from his waist. Aemond laughed putting her dress's cleavage back in place. And, in a second, she grabbed his hands and started to drag him.

He chuckles surprised, running at her side with no doubt. While running in the warm sand, they glanced at each other sideways, smiling.

-Won't your family ask for you, lover?!-. Aemond asked, shouting above all the breeze their race caused.

-Worry not, cousin!-. Daera shouts back with confidence-. We have it all figured out!-, she showed off, making him smile with curiosity.

In his rooms, the Lannister boy was seated on his bed, tapping one foot on the floor with desesperation. He's endlessly waiting for the door to be knocked, for The Rogue Princess to arrive and finally fuck her. But little does he knows that The Rogue Princess has other plans.

Daera and Aemond reached certain place in the lonely parts of the beach, where there was a tent made of old white fabrics and wooden sticks in the sand, being softly blew by the night breeze of the surroundings. The one-eyed prince sighed with surprise, looking at it, while the princess giggled proudly, dragging him towards there.

A tent for secret lovers, this one appears to be, for is the same tent where, many years ago, in the day of Laena Velaryon's funeral, Rhaenyra and Daemon expressed all of their long hidden passions. In here, they got away with all of their desire and yearning. And, in here as well, Daera and Aemond are about to do the very same, at last.

They passed the white thin curtains, entering to find nothing but sand and the improvised roof made of fabric. More than enough.

-You are full of tricks, are you not?-. Aemond purred, nearing his jaw to her shoulders, and gripping her waist from behind.

-I learned from the best-, she whispered with a smile, making reference to the hidden passageways of The Red Keep he showed her, ones that she now knows as the palm of her hand.

Aemond made her to turn around by a harsh pull of his hands. She faced him with a tiny moan, placing her hands on his shoulders. He lowered his head, looking at her straight to the eyes, almost blinkless. Both of their hearts were beating so fast, lit in fire.

-Ow fuck-. She tsks, and does not wait one more moment to grab his face, and pulling it towards her neck, making him to kiss it.

Aemond groaned happily, hugging her waist and starting to lick and bite all of her neck and shoulders again, something she cheered with a loud moan, smiling.

-I want you to fuck me so hard-, she purred desperate, gripping his shoulders tightly.

-I will, you'll see-. He grunts over her skin, passing his tongue all over it as he, again, pulls down her dress's cleavage with his long firm fingers, now taking out both of her breasts-. I have been waiting all these days for it!-, he nearly shouts.

Daera moans, directing her hands to his hair. While feeling his mouth going down to her tits, licking them, she grabbed his patch's band and pulled it from a moment to another. He flinched a little, hugging her waist harder and stopping his tongue for a second.

-Look at me-, the princess orders, and he humms over her breast, looking down-. Look at me...-she caress his hair, wrinkling his points.

Aemond curves his lips into a cocky smirk, drawing his gaze up and resting his jaw against her chest, looking at her. Daera smiled, grabbing tighter the eyepatch, and then pulling it away from a moment to another.

His blue sapphire looked at her, grinning, and she moan when she saw it, biting her inferior lip strongly.

-Fuck-, she whispers.

-What?-, he whispers too.

-Is it weird that I want it to be in my cunt?-, she asks, breathless.

-A little weird, yes-. He nods, moveless, just staring at her.

-Huh-, she narrows her eyes-. Do you like it weird?-, she bops her head.

-I love it weird-, he mumbles, to then taking the patch away from her hand and throwing it carelessly in the sand. She smiled-. I fucking love you-, he grunted kissing her again.

The princess grunted as well, kissing him back while getting her arms off her long sleeves, letting them fall over the skirt of the dress. She ended naked from her waist to up, something he thanked with a deep lick into her mouth with his tongue, digging into it with pleassure, the same way they were both moaning every second.

-Fuck-, Aemond sighed over her skin-. Take it off, take it all off-. He grunts, grabbing her skirt and wanting to pull it all down, but she stopped him in the middle lf a moan, grabbing his hands.

-No, no. Don't you know rule number one of a hidden fuck?-, Daera whispers with taunt, licking one of his ear.

-Hidden fuck?-, he trembles under her tongue-. No...-his head shakes.

-We do it all with our clothes on-, the princess informed, smiling breathless. He grunted, grabbing her waist tightly-...Or did you forget the alley?-, she asks, amused. Aemond bit his lips, remembering their first encounter, at the capital-. Did you forget the tailor's chamber?-. She mumbles, flirty.

-Oh I would not dare to, my goddess-. He instantly answered, already hard by the mere thoughts-. Let it be with our clothes on then-, the prince agreed, which made her moan with a nod, caressing his wide back-. But I must admit...I was so close to fucking you in the very hall-, Aemond whispered over her lips, grabbing her jaw strongly-. I was so bloody close to tear all your clothes apart in front of everybody-, he confessed with lust.

-Ow and why didn't you, my prince?-. Daera mumbles burlesque, grabbing his jaw too, and gripping it even tighter. They clenched their teeth, looking at each other with a mad desire-. I would have ridden you under every gaze of the hall-, she purred.

-Well that was the one problem-. Aemond muttered with a groan, squeezing her ass with one of his hands, loving how good it feels-. No gaze but mine can see you clotheless-, he growled firmly, having his blue sapphire shining all over her face-. And no one, can fuck you...-slowly, his hand traveled to her front, reaching to her womanhood. She giggles with her mouth closed, expecting for it-...but me-, he dictates.

And he grabs her cunt strongly above her dress, gripping it with his five long fingers. Daera opens her eyes big along a chuckle, looking at him with amusedment and desire.

-Oh-, she sighs, feeling his hand moving over her cunt with so much slowness. He smiles, cocky, humming-. You think you'll fuck me-, Daera repeats-. Oh that is cute-, she sighs again, shaking her head. Aemond bop his head, blinking three times-. No-. She suddenly denies-. I will fuck you-, the princess corrected.

And just five seconds later, he fell lying on the sand, breathing fast while Daera seated above of him, placing her hands on his chest, and feeling how his hard cock was almost breaking his pants.

-Gods be good-, he sighed, amazed, grabbing her tits with desire.

-Deep breaths-, she recommended, starting to unthread his pants. Aemond smiled roguishly, looking straight at her with his purple eye and his blue sapphire-. You will need them-, Daera giggled.

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While the Targaryen lovers were overjoying themselves, with themselves, the ball in High Tide keeps flowing gracefully and happily.

To the music, Jace and Baela were slowly circling the room, dancing as they looked at each other with smiles. The violins set their dance perfectly.

They both laughed, just because, and Baela bit her lips briefly, looking in her mind for a topic to talk about.

-Oh, I have some news-. She suddenly says, raising her brows.

-I'd love to hear them-, Jace instantly does the same, relieved. He, as well, was searching for something to comment, but the brown-skinned girl won him in that.

-Apparently, it seems that grandma asked us, again, to move to Driftmark-. Baela informs with a uncomfortable expression, sighing. Jacaerys closes his lips, silent and surprised-. She told Daera, and Daera told us-, she cleared.

-She asked you girls, to move?-, he asks with a quiet voice, having his hands sotfly placed on her hips.

-Well you know it is not the first time...-the girl sighs, looking away with her brows curved-. She's always alone in here...-she whispers, feeling pity.

-Yes...-Jace mumbles, looking down for a brief moment. He scrunches his nose, blinking-. But I don't want you to move-, he denies. Baela gives him a sided smile, touched-, neither Rhaena or Daera...-his head shakes.

-We never will-, Baela smiles proudly, shyly grabbing his shoulders while they danced.

The brown-haired boy pressed his lips a little, sighing thorugh his nose, and forming a fake smile. The princess, noticing it, blinked somewhat confused. Then, he spoke.

-But, at least, I wish grandma would remember that she doesn't only have granddaughters-. Jace admitted, whispering with a really low voice. Baela curved her brows, ashamed-. She has never ask me or my brothers such thing-, he said it with a joking tone, pretending to find it amusing. He didn't, though.

-I...-, Baela stutters, not knowing what to say. Before this, Jace shakes his head with a smile and, slowly, he stops their dance.

-Speaking of my brothers, I shall go and see how they are doing-, the prince communicated-. Thanks for our dance-. He smiles, walking backwards, and turning around with quietness.

-Jace!-, Baela chided with an ashamed tone, wanting for him to come back, but she lost him into the crowd.

The Targaryen princess sighed, frustrated, crossing her arms.

In another part of the hall, Queen Alicent is walking with some hurry, pretending it but not greatly. She had her opened lips down and her eyes big with confusion and tediousness.

Soon, she reached her oldest son, Aegon, whom she found speaking closely with a female servant of the ball. They both seemed very interested in the other, smiling flirtatious, and whispering their words.

That made her to tighten her fists so strongly. Grunting, she walked fastly towards there. When the girl saw The Queen approaching so fiercely, she flinched and instantly walked away, scared. Confused, Aegon turned his head around, finding his mother approximating towards him with a tragic angriness.

-Mother-, he sputters, drunk.

-Are you mad?!-, she whispers angrily, furrowing her brows. Aegon blinks, scartching one of his eyes-. How dare you to flirt in this ocassion? Your wife being right here!-, The Queen reproachs, heartly.

-Well I can't flirt with my wife, that'd be no fun-. The prince mumbles with disinterest, shrugging.

Alicent clenched her teeth harshly, just looking at him, containing her indignation. She wanted to slap her firstborn so hard. Bit she can't, not in front of all this people. So, she finally asked him what she initially came for.

-Where is your brother?-, she blinks, boping her head.

-Uh, I saw Daeron in-

-No, no, Daeron is with me-. His mother interrupts abruptly. He licks his lips, confused-. Aemond! Where is Aemond?-, she nearly jumps in her place, opening her eyes bigly.

-Uhhh...-Aegon closes his eyes, trying to remember-. He told me he...-his nose scrunches, and his head shakes-. No, I do not know-, he shrugged.

His mother hissed, approaching more to him, and for a moment to another he felt her hand discreetly pinching his arm. Aegon flinched on his place with pain, opening his mouth with a thin groan when feeling his weak skin being so harshly twisted.

-Where is Aemond?-, Alicent asked with a casual tone, hiding perfectly that she was hurting his son.

-Au! He-he told me he is gone to sleep!-. Aegon suddenly remembers, speaking painly. Alicent furrows her brows, letting his arm go. He sighs shakily, looking down and pressing his trembling lips.

-Already?-, she whispers.

-My brother hates balls. It is must not be news for you, mother-. He points loudly and shakily, looking down.

Alicent sighs slowly, blinking and staring at him. She tsked briefly, raising a hand and caressing one of his red cheeks.

-You have drink enough for the night, son-. She whispered to him, smiling briefly. Afterwards, she sighed again and turned around, walking away from him with her characteristic queenlike steps.

Aegon gulped, ashamed, staring at his cup for ten silent seconds. Then he swallowed all the wine in it within other ten seconds.

The Queen, knowing that her second son is already in bed, her younger one is eating at the table, and that her first one is drunk as a Baratheon, she headed herself to her only daughter.

The sweet princess remains lying on her divan. She was not asleep, but her eyes were closed and wrinkled, as well as her lips, touching her belly slowly. Alicent arrived with a sigh, crossing her hands over her abdomen.

-How are you doing, daughter?-. She asks, like it was a task, looking around.

-Umm...-Helaena squeals, uncomfortable.

Alicent looks at her, becoming aware of her unquiet factions, her uncomfortable position in the divan, and her stoppless caressing on her belly. She furrows her brows, blinking confusedly while opening her lips.

-Daughter?-, Alicent mumbles. The princess squeals again, moving her feet with unquietness. Alicent, as quick as a lightning, bends on her knees and raises her daughter's skirt briefly, curving her brows and looking behind the fabric. And, by doing this, she found five strings of heavy blood running down her legs, from her womanhood.

The Queen felt her breathing leaving her, and she gasped so loudly, feeling her knees shake.

-Oh, oh gods!-. She flinches, breathless, and looks up at her daughter-. The princess is giving brith!-, she shouted shakily, covering her mouth.

Tons of heads turned around in that moment, to find The Queen fanning her daughter with her hands rapidly, holding a hand of hers. Aegon froze on his place, opening his eyes big. Daeron, at his side, felt his jaw dropping.

Luke, Baela, Rhaena and Jace looked towards there with surprise, stopping every talk. Rhaenys approached quickly to there, making her braids to jump.

-Take her with the maesters, right now!-. The Lady of Driftmark shouts, and her guards instantly began to run towards there.

But no one was faster than Ser Criston, who pushed some people during his run and almost slipped in the floor when running to the princess with his eyes more than opened.

-Criston!-, Alicent stands up quickly when seeing him coming-. Get Helaena!-, she pleads, seeing her daughter moving her legs with discomfort, still squealing a little.

The knight does not wait for another order, instantly grabbing the princess with all the caution of the world. He sighed and smiled nervously, being incapable to not to.

-Careful, princess-. He whispers, helping her to stand.

-Helaena!-, Otto arrives as well, running with fastness towards the divan. All the hall was witnessing the scene with smiles and nervous.

Rhaenyra and Daemon glanced at each other with their lips opened, both caressing her own belly while seeing the princess being helped by the guards and her grandfather, while The Queen stared anxious and happy.

-Seven hells-, Rhaena whispers with a big smile.

-My lords and my ladies!-. Otto's voice raises in all the hall, reaching every ear-. Princess Helaena is giving birth to her firstborn!-, he announced with thrill and a huge smirk.

All the presents cheered the announcement with loud screams, whistles and clapping, celebrating the dearest princess and wishing her the best of lucks. Even the musicians started to play again a joyful melody, making Helaena to laugh tiredly while she lumped in her walk, being helped by everyone around her.

-Your husband-, Alicent suddenly whispers while following nervously her daughter's steps-. Where is Aegon?!-, she shouts looking around.

Aegon flinches and within a second he jumps away and hides himself under a table from near, humming scared. Daeron, who was about to point at him, blinks confused looking at the table.

Alicent tsks, not having seen that, and neither waiting for him to be found.

-Easy steps, easy steps!-. She says quickly, holding Helaena's hands and helping her to walk as much as possible. She nodds with a nervous smile, feeling a pulsing pain on all her body but bearing it bravely.

-The maesters will treat you greatly!-, Rhaenys shouts with a tiny smile, looking how they outed from the hall. She feels tears on her eyes, remembering when her daughter Laena was pregnant, and could not be treated by Driftmark's maesters, too away from them-...You'll be fine...-she promised with a thin whisper, playing with her fingers.

The ball, now with the excitement of a upcoming prince or princess, continued with a big joy and its great music.

-Oh gods I hope she does alright-, Baela sighs with a nervous happiness.

-She will-, Rhaena and Jace said at the same time, smiling, and they all three giggled.

Luke was aparted from them, in the dance floor, for he was priorly dancing with Joffrey, who was standing at his side with a curious expression, still thinking of his aunt giving birth.

-Gods, I wasn't expecting that-. Lucerys sighed with a smile, crossing his arms-. Wonder if...-, he stopped himself of talking, opening her eyes big.

-Wonder what?-, Joffrey asks looking up at him.

-Daera-, Luke whispered, surprised.

-What?!-, Joffrey shouts, for he couldn't hear him.

-Daera has to-! Daera has to know, she promised Helaena she would accompany! Didn't she?!-. The blue-eyed boy remembers, jumping on his place and smiling breathless-. She is with Lannister though-, he recalls as well, and shakes his head, remembering himself that his sister never breaks a promise-. You keep dancing, Joff!-, he screams, shouting out running from the dance floor.

Joffrey stays on his place, scratching his brown hair with disinterest.

Then, Lucerys run out from the hall without truly telling anyone, having a smile on his face and a will to let his sister knows that her dearest cousin is giving birth, at last. He just has to find her to tell her so.

Now lying on a bed, Helaena grunts with pain, and worriness.

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Aemond is crying.

He is lying on the sand, having his hair full of it, but he cared little about this, for he is only concentrated in his goddess. Daera is seated above of him, rather his cock, riding him like he was a untamed beast.

She, still with her breasts out, had her two hands pinning Aemond's on the sand. And meanwhile, she was jumping all over his dick, doing it so deeply and quickly, moaning with her mouth opened in a huge smile of wildness.

-Bloody gods, you are so hard-. Daera sighs with an amused surprise-. You were so desesperate for this, weren't you?-, she asks biting her lips. Under her, he whimpers, closing his eye strongly while nodding-. All serious in the dance, just waiting for this-, she uses a reproachful tone, shaking her head.

Aemond's only eye is all teary and wet, letting go some tears from time to time because all of the pleassure he was feeling. She is literally hammering her own cunt with his cock, and they both were so wet and slimey. It felt so good he couldn't do anything but cry, having a feeling of wholeness and ecstasy.

She is right, all the way. He was desesperate for this moment to arrive, to finally touch her, to finally being touched by her. He hates balls and everything that comes with them. Everybody is fakely polite or fakely kind. Everybody is fake. They all pretend to not be talking and gossiping about him. The only one who does not is, besides his family, is his love. He knows she was also hungry for his touch, and how he loves that, the fact that they both were craving for the other. That is what made him hard in the first place. And, in second place...

-Cousin, cousin-. He whimpered, breathless, holding her waist tightly while feeling all her jumps. Her soft clit burned against his pelvis, making him to sobb even louder-. You...you are killing me-, he sighed.

-Just so that you feel alive-. Daera moanes with a heavy breath, and he groan with a smile, furrowing his brows and loking straight at her eyes-. You were dead in the ball, weren't you? Dancing with those whores-, she grunts, jelaous by only remembering.

-Yes...-, he grunts as well, feeling all the sweat running on his skin, and admiring the sweat in hers as well-. None of them were you. So tasteless, they-. Aemond groans and whimpers, digging his nails on her waist, reaching one of her breasts too.

Daera giggles biting her lips, starting to rub all her cunt over his cock, back and forth, making the prince to lose all breath, laughing muted and letting some more tears to fall, wetting the sand at his side. He laughs again, victoriously, glorious, praying to her in his mind.

-Daera...-he names, lustfull. She places their interwined hands over his leathered chest, resting in there while she jumped and rubed against him-. Daera-. He names again, smiling, praising her just by mentioning her divine name.

-Daera it is-, she nodds-. Not some Tully name, not some Martell name-. Her voice grunts with tediousness, shaking her head. He shakes his as well, agreeing with her every word-. You are just mine, cousin, you know that right?-. The princess asks raising her sweated brows.

-The gods curse me if I ever don't-. Aemond purred, loving the feel of belonging. Her possessiveness drives him mad with lust and desire-. Fuck, Daera-. He sobbs, once again, touching all of her waist and tits with his hungry fingers.

She moans sharply, moving over him with a wide smile.

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Breathless, Lucerys arrived to the side of the castle were most of the guests were staying. And, after asking a guard for The Lannisters's chambers, he shot out running towards there, going with a big grin on his face.

Soon, he arrived in front of such door, and knocked it quickly with his closed fist.

-Daera, Daera, Daera!-. He calls excited at the same time of knocking.

He breathes fast, smiling, and then he heard the door's handle being pulled. Luke decides to instantly cover his eyes out of respect and his own sake, not wanting to see anything that he shouldn't.

Then, the door is opened, and he instantly talks.

-Daera, sorry to interrupt you but there is something you should know!-. Luke speaks quickly, almost jumping on his place for his emotion-. Helaena is giving birth at the moment!-, he informed with joy.

He hears a taunt scoff.

-Your sister is not here, kid!-. A masculine voice snorts with annoyance. Luke furrows his brows and draws his hand away from his eyes, confused.

Tygett Lannister was in front of him, dressed and mad. Speechless, Lucerys looked around the room, finding that he was alone in there. No trace of Daera.

-Where did she go?-, he asks then, foxed.

-She never came!-. The blond squeals. Luke blinks, highly confused and surprised. Tygett grunts, walking out of the room and almost pushing him away-. Tell your sister that I hope she had her fun-, he says, offended and angry.

Lannister turned around, walking away with his chin up and his pride hurted. Luke did not care about this, but about the fact that Daera made him wait and never showed up. It doesn't make sense, for she seemed so excited to go 'play' with the lion.

The Velaryon boy wonders he wondered if she had gone with another guy. That is not usual of her at all, but it is the most probable thing, for she is not at the hall, and neither goes to sleep this early in a ball.

So, Daera went with another boy. The who does not matters to him, but the where. Where, where, where?

Lucerys bit the inner of his cheeks, turning around and starting to walk with slow steps, thinkinh. He knows she does not take men to her room, for she has great respect of her mother's former chamber, so she is not there.

...Where?

And then, Luke jumps, suddenly remembering and suddenly having an idea. Of course!

-The lonely parts of the beach-, he laughed shrugging, and did not wait a second to start running again, being sure that he would find her there.

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Well, Luke was not wrong. She did go with another man. And, indeed, she is at the lonely parts of the beach.

Daera groaned with a smile on her lips, biting them while looking at Aemond straight in the eye, at the same time of fucking him endlessly. He, having his right cheeks full of dry tears, grunted lowly, looking at her at every moment too.

-Oh, my prince-. She sighs with a new moan, rubbing all her clit on his pelvis feeling his cock deep buried in her, still hard.

Aemond growled. He felt his eye shining bright, and his sapphire shining even brighter. She could see herself in the jewel, all sweated and jumping above of him. The sight was killing her, not to mention the one-eyed prince, who was twitching harshly under her, grunting. He decided that it was his turn to make her twitch.

So, he took her by surprise, grabbing her waist and making her to give a big turn. Daera moaned bemused, letting him do whatever he wanted to. The prince hummed growly, shaking his long hair while bending her knees and making her to start kneeling on the sand.

-Oh fuck yes-, the princess sighed, so excited, when she noticed what he was doing.

The one-eyed prince pushed her back and made her elbows to rest in the sand, as well as her chin, which wrinkled with the big smile she formed. She felt him placing himself behind her, grabbing her little waist with possessiveness and marking his fingers in there, almost tickling her ribs.

-You had your fun-, he mumbled and pushed her back again, scratching it softly with his clean nails, drawing all the way down to her ass.

-Have yours now, my prince-. Daera whispered, talking against the sand, smirking. She feels how he caress one of her dressed buttcheeks, making her to flinch-...Do me-, she pleads.

-Oh I will-, Aemond purrs, taking her skirt's end and beginning to raise it with slowness-. I will make you remember that you are mine too-, he mutters, uncovering all her behind. He bit his lips when he saw her purple dripping cunt, all needy of him.

-And have I ever forgot it?-, she raises a brow.

-You seemed comfortable with Daeron-. He remembers, grabbing his cock and holding it softly, stroking it with his hand and the fluids she left in there. He hears her scoffing.

-I was just nice to him, but the boy fancies me-. The princess corrected, funny.

-Hard to not notice-. Aemond scoffs too, and he slowly starts to push his member inside of hers, making the brown-skinned girl to open her mouth with shaky laughs and moans, tightening her fists on the sand-. But anyways, I shall...fresh up your memory-, he chuckles, biting his lips.

-Fuck!-, Daera squeals.

-About who you belong to-, Aemond whispers.

Having her fully pinned in the sand, he began to thrust inside her from behind with a lustfull deepness, digging his nails in her waist without hurting her. She begins to moan with every thrust, closing her eyes and feeling how good he was doing it. As fucking always.

-Fucking break me-, the princess pleads with a sharpie groan.

-Oh fuck, Daera-. He groans from deep his throat, boping his head to a side and staring at the magnificent view of him fucking her from behind, her face resting on the sand and her cunt all hungry for him-. Always so wet-, he says proudly.

She, breathless, nods against the sand, feeling her naked tits bouncing with every of his strong thrusts.

Aemond, pleassurefull, humms and leans front without stopping any move. He rests his chest on her back, almost lying above of her. His hot lips approached to one of her ears, which made her moan so hard just by feeling his boiling breath, making him to moan as well.

-If we were in our island...-he whispers breathless on her ear-...I would make you to scream my name, as you always do-. Aemond mumbles. Daera smiles with no air, and grabbs a side of his head, caressing his white long hair with her sweated hand.

-Do not challenge me-, she moans with taunt. He laughs growly, beginning to kiss her neck and cheek while thrusting his cock deeply into her cunt.

-The only good of my days, goddess-. He whispers with no breath over her neck, sucking it. She tsks with lust, massaging his-. You...-he purrs, wanting her to know how much he wants her, how much he loves her-. If I could just live with you-, the prince moans with desire.

-If you could just live with me-, the princess moans as well, feeling every of his words-. You would fuck me every day-, she sighs.

-I would fuck you at every hour-, he corrected with a grunt, thrusting deeper into her, making her twitch-. I would fuck every each of your holes, would you like that?-, Aemond humms on her hair.

-Please!-, Daera whimpers with tears on her eyes, nodding with no stop-. Please, please...-she wishes deeply.

Aemond hummed loudly, caressing his nose against her cheek at the same time of kissing it. Daera turned her head and kissed his lips from a moment to another, making him to moan. They kissed wildly while fucking, all sweaty and covered in sand, having the hottest of encounters.

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Vhagar and Kalistrox were flying below the moon, circling around it with their huge wings and calm flappings, going with the wind and feeling it softly blowing on their strong scales.

And, when coming out of High Tide, Luke stared at them with a slight confussion, having his brows furrowed and his hair being blew by the fresh wind of the night. He, alone, wonder why Daera's dragon keeps wanting to join Vhagar on the skies. All of their other dragons are flying together, as away as possible from her, but that does not seems to be Kalistrox's intention. Neither Vhagar's herself.

He reminded himself what Daera told them earlier, that both dragons may remember each other from the past years. So, letting those thoughts behind, the brown-haired Velaryon started walking towards the beach, speeding up his steps when remembering what he came out for.

He heard Arrax roaring at the distance, but did not pay attention to him.

He walked carefully by the sand dunes, watching himself from not slipping accidentaly and fall. The prince stared at the beach, forming a little smile when seeing the tides calming waving in the blue sea, which was dark blue due to the dark night. There are no torches in here or whatsoever, another reason for watching his steps with caution as he walked.

The blue-eyed sweet boy thought about how happy Daera will be when she hears of Helaena already giving birth. He pictured her reaction, screaming her cursings and shoting out running from whatever place she'd be. He, giggling because of his thoughts, runs towards the beach itself, approaching to it with an open smile, admiring the sea from closer.

Lucerys looked around as he neared to the shore. And, at the same time his shoes found water and got wet with it, his eyes caught sight of a tent made of white rags not far from him, being gently blown by the cool late-night breeze. The boy left his lips open, looking towards there with a growing smile.

He could tell she was there. He felt her.

Within thinking it twice, Luke begins to walk with his excited steps, stepping on the waving shore, not caring about his shoes getting wet with all the water. Goodhearted, the boy walks between the tides.

Aemond and Daera were kissing deeply, until the one-eyed prince hummed and separated from her lips again, squeezing tightly her waist and putting more force into his deep thrusts, making her to moan from deep her throat with a lustfull smile.

-Are you enjoying this?-, he asks with a growl.

-What do you fucking think?-, she squeals thinly, having her face almost buried in the sand.

-Do you want me to go faster, doll?-. The one-eyed prince questioned, licking all the sweat over his lips.

-Deeper, not faster, please-. The princess whispered along a chuckle. He bit his lips, doing it as she asked, and thrusting deeper into her, slowly and passionly-. Oh fuck, yes, please...-she sighed, closing her eyes.

-I'm gonna cum inside you. Am gonna fill thou with me-, Aemond muttered with desire, possessing her waist strongly, and making her to moan sharpy.

Luke has left the shore behind, and since, he has stared to walk towards that tent. And, as he did that, some weird noises began to reach the boy's ears. They appeared to be...moans, and a fast breath. He walked closer, and they were actually two breaths.

-...Please...-, a sharp whimper was heard.

The Velaryon boy's brows went slack when that reached his ears. His body tensed strongly and his lips opened, approaching slowly towards the tent while the tides waved behind him at the distance.

He gulped, feeling weird. He kept approaching, sensing that something was wrong.

One of his hand reaches the tent's entrance and, slowly, be hegins to pull it away, having his heart fastened and his chest weighting heavy. Luke is scared, not waiting one more second to finally discover what was that bad gut feeling. So, he pulled the fabric.

And this time he did not covered his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a male pale butt, which was uncovered because the pants were hanging just below of it. Luke instantly flinched, tightening the fabric on his trembling fingers. He quickly sees the long white hair falling in that men's back, how slim he is. Everything clicked in a second, this was Aemond.

But...

He was grabbing someone tightly, and he had that someone pinned against the sand. And that someone also had a wide silver mane, curly and long. And, and she was whimpering. That one is Daera.

Luke felt how his breath left him in that moment. The sight frightened him, it froze him and he will never get it out of his head. He nearly cried in thag very moment, scared. Until something scared him even more. He began to make sense of the image. She, lying face down in the sand, sobbing unintelligible words, and he, placed completely on top of her, half-naked, hitting her with his pelvis from behind and grabbing her waist so tightly with every thrust.

The boy, then, thought the obvious. Aemond is raping Daera.

A thin squeal escaped his mouth, shocked, feeling how his blood began to boil. And then he shouted out a shaky war scream, entering the tent and going over Aemond with closed fists and scared gaze, beginning to punch harshly his back with no stop.

The lovers's moment came to an end with all those sudden punches. When Aemon began to getting hit he jumped on his place along a surprised grunt, and Daera instantly flinched as well when she heare that loud scream from before.

-Let her go! Let her go!-, Lucerys's agitated voice shouted while throwing punches against Aemond.

-OW FUCK, FUCK!-, Daera squeals loudly, opening her eyes big and instantly hugging herself so that her breasts wouldn't show.

-Daera run! RUN!-, Luke cries, forcing himself to be brave, for her.

The One-Eyed Prince did not give himself time to think about what was truly going on. He just heard Lucerys's screams and felt his weaks but endless punches. And that only made him to suddenly turned around with the angriest of growls, stopping the by holding him from neck within a second, grabbing it tight.

With no breath at all, Daera started to put her sleeves back on, covering her half-nakedness, while in her eyes gathered sour tears.

Luke flinched when he is suddenly taken by the neck, but that pain was not comparable to the fear, fright and surprise he felt when his uncle turned around to face him. His patch was nowhere to be found, and his wound was totally uncovered. A blue sapphire and a long gross scar stared at him with madness and rage. His uncle was sweated, disveheled, agitated. A monster.

-You...-Aemond grunts surprised, shocked. Luke whimpers, scared, not driving his gaze away from that bone chilling jewel on his eye socket.

Daera, breathing fast, finally turns her head around from the sand, flinching at the moment of seeing him choking him.

-Aemond!-, she squeals getting quickly up and running towards there.

-Bastard-, Aemond spats with ire and poison, having his eye wide opened. The boy gasps, airless.

-Let him go!-, Daera arrives fastly, holding Aemond's tight arm and pushing it with her two hands. He grunted with madness, staring at her with an angry doubt-. Aemond!-, her voice screams agitated.

His fingers went away from Luke's neck, growling breathless. Lucerys tries to breath again, holding his own neck and feeling the tears running down his cheeks. He looks front, scared, seeing Daera stepping in front of Aemond, who upped his pants with quickness, looking at him. They both were looking at him.

Daera's brows were fully curved, and she seemed so nervous and shocked, staring at him with her lips opened. Aemond's face was covered with madness and warning, nervous too, for it was obvious, standing behind her. He was being shielded...by her.

-He saw us...-. The princess speaks with no voice. Lucerys looks at her, speechless, when he heard the worriness and bemusedment on her tone, like she was not just being raped by her cousin. Or that is what he thinks-. He saw us-, she scoffed, moveless, still not processing it.

-What?-, Luke sobbs, taking a step back towards the exit. Aemond flinched, about to get him.

-No!-, Daera stops him with a hand on his chest. He halted, tightening his fists with deep anxiety. She glances at her scared little brother-. Luke...-she names slowly, and he breathes fast, taking a step back again, frightened. I was looking from her to him and from him to her non-stop. She opens her lips, and he gives two more steps back-. Do not...do not tell anyone-, her tone says with caution.

He shakes his head, voiceless.

After a broken sobb, Lucerys shot out running from the tent within a second, getting away quickly.

-FUCK!-, Daera and Aemond bouth cursed, startled-. No, no, fuck!-. The princess grabs her own mane, shaking her head with shock.

-Fucking hells!-, Aemond screams as well, looking quickly for his eyepatch while she was cursing, breathless-. It can't be-, he whispers, putting it on the patch with quickness-. Come!-, Aemond shot out running as well, grabbing one of her hands and dragging her with him. Daera gasped and ran with him doubtessly, running as fast as she could. They were seeing Lucerys running even faster in one of the dunes, going fastly-. Bloody gods!-, he curses agitated.

-Just what we needed, for fuck's sake!-. Daera tsks with a sarcastic smile, running as fast as she could-. LUKE, PLEASE!-. She pleads with a shout, wanting for him to stop, but he did not, to scared to-. LUKE!-, her voice cries with desesperation, almost laughing with disbelief.

-If that bastard says something, I am gonna...!-. Aemond grunts agitated, winning a bad side glance from Daera.

-Do not call him that! How many fucking times do I have to fucking tell you?!-, she repproaches while they ran.

-Do you really think that is the biggest of our problems, love?!-. Aemond shouts back at her, also looking at her. And that was a mistake.

Right at that moment, his pants, which he hadn't finished pulling up or tying properly, crossed with his feet and, consequently, it made him to stumble and fall harshly from a second to another, rolling down the dune of sand. Daera gasped so hard when this happened, stopping her run and instantly turning around.

-Aemond, Aemond!-. Worried, she runs down the dune, grabbing her skirt so she doesn't stumble too.

-Ow fuck!-, the prince lands harshly on the sand, making him to groan with a heavy pain. Breathing fast, he lifts his gaze, finding Daera running down the hill-. No, no! Go get him, go get him!-, he inssists.

-Are you hurt?!-. She ignored him, slipping in the sand to check his feet.

-I wouldn't have fall if my pants had been properly threaded!-, he excused with pain on his tone.

All sweated and agitated, she looks at him, bemused.

-If my grandmother had wheels she would have been a carriage!-. She screamed furiously, and he blinked surprised, opening his mouth-. Can you walk?!- Daera asks worried, grabbing his hands.

-Yes, ye-yes, I think so!-. He quickly nodds, trembling.

Luke's sweat was cold, freezing, and his legs were all shaky as he ran through High Tide's halls, but neither of that stopped him, not even his fear, worriness and confussion. If anything, its fear, worriness and confussion the ones making him going.

Soon, he was returning to the main hall where the ball was still being happily celebrated by the guests. Princess Helaena is still giving birth while everyone else enjoyed the name day of Lord Corlys.

When he arrived, Luke was paler than usual, and tense, walking directly towards his siblings, remembering how he just saw the older one, Daera, in that tent on the beach. He felt his feet almost failing him, but he kept walking, gulping dryly. Rhaenyra watched him since the moment he came back to the hall, and she furrowed her brows slowly when reading all of his body. Her son was terrified.

Jacaerys, Baela and Rhaena quickly saw him approaching, and they nearly smiled towards him, but any smile was held when seeing his face, dyed with worriness. Aegon and Daeron, who were near the siblings, glanced curiously towards there too, finding weird that the boy is so tense.

-Luke?-, Rhaena names, worried.

-What happened?-, Jacaerys asks with concern.

He opens his lips, trying to find the right words. Rhaenys, when seeing the boy, furrowed her brows and instantly began to head towards there, walking between the people with her factions preocuppated.

-Luke!-, Baela insists.

-Baela-, Jace tsks, looking at his brother-. What happened, Luke?-. He whispers, placing his hands on his shoulders.

-Daera and...Daera and Aemond...-he names slowly, blinkless. His siblings instantly flinched when those names were said together.

-Oh gods, what now?-, Rhaena fears.

-What happened?!-. Rhaenyra arrives along Daemon, worried and nervous-. Luke-, she grabs his shoulders as well.

-I...I saw Daera and Aemond...-he starts to say, so slowly and shyly. Daeron raised his brows from his place.

-Are they fighting?-, Rhaenyra questioned with a concerned sigh.

-Where?-. Daemon asks with a sharp voice, grabbing the handle of the dagger on his belt.

-They weren' fighting-, Luke denies with a low voice, shaking his head. They all grow confused, listening closely at every moment-. They were...-his cheeks began to blush abruptly.

Daemon furrows his brows slowly, staring directly at the ashamed boy. He clenched his teeth, feeling how his eyes darkened, with warning and fear.

-...What?-, The Rogue Prince spat his single word.

Harsh and fast steps enters the hall, interrupting the Velaryon prince. Luke, Baela, Rhaena and Jacaerys turned towards there, and their lips opened. Rhaenyra lifted her gaze, growing speechless. Rhaenys stopped walking as well, slowly. Daeron and Aegon felt their jaws dropping, looking at there too. Daemon blinked and turned his gaze slowly to the same place.

Daera and Aemond arrived, together.

Their breaths were going crazy, their manes were silvered disasters, their skins were damped with sweat, their clothes were misplaced, wrinkled. They were barefoot, and their whole bodies were covered in sand. Their identical conditions were something to be shocked at by itself. But, besides that, prince Aemond had his arm crossed over princess Daera's shoulders, and she had her arms placed on his waist and chest, helping him to stand and to not fall. At the top of all that, the prince is red, with borning hickeys on his white neck.

Some other heads turned around as well, but no one as speechless as the royal family, who stared towards there with no breath, no word, no reaction. Shocked.

Words were not needed to know what Luke was about to say before they came in.

Daeron and Aemond stopped walking in the very gates when seeing them staring at them in that way. Their faces said it all. Luke has talked. He told them all.

The princess shook her head, opening her lips and letting out a lot of air, bemused, not believing that this was happening. And the prince gulped so sourly, nailing his only eye in Lucerys, and staring at him with a touchable hate and resentment, wrinkling his lips harshly.

Then, the lovers began to turn their heads, and their gazes met. They surrended, and did not pretend a thing. Daera sighed, and Aemond inhaled through his nose. His eye softened at the moment of looking at her, deeply worried. She shakes her head, amused.

-Well this is gonna be interesting-, Daera sighed tiredly.

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