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'VICIOUS PLAY'

[ RHAENA x AEMOND]

SUMMARY : Rhaena's visit to King's Landing might not be as dull as expected. Perhaps this time, Rhaena has decided to create her own adventures and escapades which might cost her alot. ( requested by anon)

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WARNING: Mean Aemond, angst, dub con, explicit, obsessive Aemond, jealousy

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For Rhaena, the journey to King's Landing was nothing short of miraculous. She had grown weary of Driftmark and the confines of Dragonstone. The absence of her own dragon, which would have allowed her the freedom to traverse anywhere at will, was a constant pang.

Finally, she could breathe in the fresh air and explore the wider world, relishing the prospect of meeting new people. While she cherished her younger brothers, Jace and Luc, she longed for more varied company than the same knights she had known her entire life.

It wasn't that she disliked them; on the contrary, she loved them dearly, but as siblings. She often daydreamed of being swept off her feet by a gallant knight or a brave Valyrian prince, much like her father once charmed her mother. Yet, not quite like her father. There were moments when she wondered if her father truly cared for her. Though he loved her, did he comprehend that it was time to set her free and find her a suitable match? She doubted it.

Daemon's well-intentioned yet forced gifts on her nameday only served to irk her, particularly the incessant supply of rabbits, her supposed favourite. Glancing at Rhaenyra, she found herself admiring her stepmother's resilience; despite lacking Baela's ferocity, Rhaenyra embarked on romantic escapades with gusto. After all, she was merely a teenager, albeit a spirited one.

Rhaena grew tired of hearing tales of Rhaenyra's childhood adventures from her ladies-in-waiting and servants, knowing that such daring escapes were beyond her reach. It was akin to yearning for things one loves but never dares to pursue in reality.

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The ride into King's Landing proved enjoyable, yet she couldn't help but feel foolish for entertaining the idea of visiting, especially with her father and grand-uncle Vaemond present. What other outcome could she have expected? Nonetheless, they had come to repair fractured relationships. Despite the preceding drama, everything seemed to be proceeding smoothly, a relief. Her hunger piqued, and the sight of the delicious food only intensified it.

However, her attention was abruptly diverted… to someone she shouldn't have been looking at. She despised the conflicting emotions welling up within her. Aemond, despite his eye injury, had undeniably grown more attractive. Reluctantly, she admitted to herself that had he not been injured, he would have been quite the charming man. She mused silently, recalling the moment before he attacked Jace with a rock. 'But good..good for her, he deserved this for attacking on her didn’t he Was he seeking her approval? Was he genuinely intending harm, or merely issuing a threat?' She hadn't realized she was so visibly caught off guard until Aemond caught her staring.

Time seemed to freeze as he gazed back at her, as though trying to place her. Embarrassment flooded her as she stood there, mouth slightly agape. She wanted to nod or offer a greeting, but her voice failed her. Suddenly, Aegon appeared behind Aemond, urging him to drink more, which both saddened and relieved her. She chided herself for her clumsiness, vowing to at least exchange words with him before leaving.

As King Viserys, her uncle, arrived, everyone began to take their seats. It was evident that tensions simmered between Queen Alicent and her stepmother. Alicent suggested Aemond take her place beside his father, but he declined, creating a palpable awkwardness. Rhaena felt a knot form in her stomach as Aemond slowly settled into the seat directly across from her and Luc. Throughout the gathering, Rhaena found herself unable to tear her gaze away from Aemond whenever their eyes met.

His immediate diversion of attention to Luc only served to irritate her. Why was she becoming so irrationally upset over Aemond not acknowledging her? Perhaps the lack of interaction with boys for so long had skewed her perceptions, even towards someone as disagreeable as him. All she wanted was to be amicable with him, yet he showed no interest in engaging with anyone, sitting in silence as if he wished to be elsewhere. Was he even interested in dancing? Why was he so fixated on Jace and Helana as if his life depended on it? 'Then, suddenly, Aemond's fist slamming onto the table drew everyone's attention.

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After calming down Baela, she resolved to confront that unpleasant individual openly, questioning what his issue was and why he had disrupted the pleasant atmosphere at dinner. what his problem was ? and why he ruined that whole sweet atmosphere at dinner, everything was going fine but as natural, he has to bring his old hated back thought rhaena.

Everything had been going smoothly until he, true to form, had to dredge up old animosities. She had come here seeking enjoyment, only for him to ruin it and burden her family with unnecessary tension, even drawing the ire of Queen Alicent, his own mother. She found herself questioning whether he truly was King Viserys's child or someone else's.

Spotting Aemond heading towards the lawn practice field, she decided to follow suit. Later, after persuading Baela to sleep alone as she desired to be with her grandmother, she made her way to the field called his name few times.

Initially, she thought it deserted and considered leaving, but Aemond's grip on her arms halted her. "Why are you calling my name?" Aemond inquired coldly. "First, tell me what your problem is, Aemond. Do you hate me?" she demanded, her voice tinged with both anger and sorrow. "Princess… Princess Rhaena!" a squire shouted, sent by her grandmother, interrupting their exchange.

Afterward, all she remembered was being pulled into a small room within the stable by Aemond, surrounded by the scent of fresh grass for the horses. Her back was firmly pressed against him, his hands muffling her protests. As she struggled to breathe, she noticed her heart racing, unfamiliar with such proximity to a man. Aemond's voice whispered in her ear, his grip on her jaw tight, "Shhh… I detest that squire; he'll be here any minute. Just keep quiet, little bird." Whether it was the wine or some form of seduction, Rhaena couldn't deny the guilty pleasure it stirred within her. Initially scared, her body now betrayed a different desire.

Time passed, interrupted only by two more men calling out her name as they searched for her. Yet, there she stood, lightly breathing as her lips trembled against Aemond's palm. Embarrassed by her body's longing for his closeness, she attempted to move away several times, only to be met with a stern glare from Aemond. Patience waned as she felt his fingers delicately brushing against her lips, while his other arm held her waist in a tight grip, threatening to leave marks until the morrow.

His scent, reminiscent of burnt wood, leather, and, predominantly, Vhagar, evoked memories of her mother after a dragon ride. Despite him being her enemy, someone she should despise, she found an ironic solace in his arms. The amalgamation of scents intoxicated her further, amplifying the already suffocating atmosphere. Exhausted and frustrated, she unconsciously leaned back into his chest, emitting a weary sigh. To her surprise, Aemond didn't resist, flinch, or reprimand her for the action. Emboldened by the moment, she dared to rest her arms on his waist, though refrained from pressing her hips against him, aware of the potential embarrassment.

Although they both stood upright, it appeared as if Aemond was almost cradling her or contemplating pulling her onto his lap from behind. The guards' unwavering presence posed a problem, their refusal to leave heightening the tension. "You fidget a lot," Aemond murmured softly in her ear, his words causing a shiver to run down her spine. Desperate to break free from this entanglement, this primal urge to touch him, she failed to realize the effect of his lingering fingers tracing her lips and jawline.

The gentle nudging of Aemond on her arms repeatedly jolted her from her reverie. She noticed that the voices calling for her had ceased, thankfully, with no guards in sight. Turning to Aemond in a rush, she exclaimed, "I have to go, they're coming again!" In a sudden flurry, Aemond grabbed her arm, prompting her to give him a questioning stare.

He simply stood there, murmuring, "Listen… I… nothing…" before releasing her and letting her slip away, leaving him behind. Finally reaching her grandmother Rhaenys silently through the darkness without much difficulty, Rhaena felt relieved. She was thankful that her grandma hadn't informed anyone, particularly her father, about her absence, although she seemed somewhat indifferent toward her granddaughter's well-being.

"Where were you, my sweet?" Rhaenys inquired as she poured herself a final glass of wine, watching Rhaena retire to bed. Despite offering several vague responses, Rhaena couldn't shake the feeling that her grandmother was scrutinizing her keenly, a fear creeping in that her beloved grandmother didn't believe her. As they lay beside each other, Rhaenys suddenly questioned, "Who was that boy, Rhaena? Tell me the truth." Stammering Rhaena denied any involvement with a boy, claiming that servants were merely searching for her. A palpable silence lingered between them for minutes.

"You know, my child, you are betrothed to Lucerys. You understand that, right?" sighed Rhaenys, gazing directly at Rhaena with eyes filled with love. Something stirred within Rhaena as she realized she had never lied to her grandmother before. "You are exactly like your mother," Rhaenys continued, tenderly stroking Rhaena's hair "full of dreams, beautiful, sweet, and kind-hearted. Your mother, at your age, used to get lost in palace late nights whenever we came to King's Landing. Perhaps she believed this old woman was too old to confide in."

Rhaena didn't know how to respond; guilt gnawed at her, though she hadn't gone to meet a lover—unfortunately, she had ventured to confront her enemy. "Rhaena I know Lucerys may not be your ideal prince, but he is a good, sweet boy who will never hurt you," Rhaenys added before drifting off to sleep.

"Yes i know that and he is an ideal prince to me" Rhaena replied, casting her eyes downward. Before succumbing to sleep herself, Rhaenys imparted some wisdom, reminding Rhaena of the complexities of age and desire. "Promise me, if there is someone else, you'll tell me first. You can always trust me," she urged. Rhaena promised, embracing her grandmother tightly, dispelling the somber memories with laughter and light-hearted banter.

However, as she tried to sleep, Rhaena found herself unable to shake the memory of her encounter with 'not so ideal' Aemond in the stable ,a smile played on her lips. Despite her efforts to divert her thoughts the rough touch, heat, and intoxication lingered in her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Aemond had a lover and if he treated them the same way he had treated her. Before she knew it, her thoughts wandered down a path of desire, flushing her cheeks with embarrassment. Though Rhaena attempted to redirect her focus, the blush on her cheeks betrayed her innermost desires.

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The following morning, after a swift breakfast with Baela and Grandma, Rhaena resolved to spend some quality time with Helaena, realizing it had been far too long since they'd had a proper conversation. Helaena eagerly invited her to join, an offer Rhaena had no intention of declining.

As they made their way toward Helaena's room fate intervened and Rhaena found herself unexpectedly crossing paths with Aemond, who was emerging from the door. Both halted their brisk strides, though neither knew why. The brief eye contact left them both feeling uneasy. What was she supposed to say to him? It wasn't her fault, yet he didn't even acknowledge her, merely pausing momentarily before hurrying off as if a dragon were nipping at his heels.

Later, as she reminisced with Helaena, Rhaena realized how much she missed having a friend and sister like her. While she cherished Baela deeply, she and Helaena shared a unique bond. They lamented living apart, knowing that Daemon and Alicent would never permit them to meet daily.

However, Helaena promised to visit and take her on a ride with Dreamfyre even though she was not at her best health today. Delighted, Rhaena couldn't resist coaxing Helaena like a child to go for a ride immediately, especially with the weather being so fine. -Helaena, unable to refuse when Rhaena made such requests, laughed and agreed.

Though she enjoyed riding with Helaena, Rhaena often faced friction with Baela, who grew irritated by her childlike demands, insisting she grab a dragon and leave the egg behind. While Baela's frustration was understandable, Moondancer wasn't always spacious enough for two and was quite small itself, leaving Rhaena feeling lonely and desolate at times. It was dreadful for Rhaena to realize that Aemond was there too, with Vhagar wearing his black riding suit. It was the last thing she wanted to see at that moment, but fate had other plans. What made it even sadder was that Dreamfyre seemed exhausted and uninterested in flying, mirroring Helaena's fatigue.

Though it had been Helaena's idea to come, Rhaena couldn't possibly coerce Dreamfyre. Both Helaena and Rhaena tried to coax Dreamfyre gently, but she remained curled up in a corner, resembling more of a cat than a dragon, seemingly desiring sleep. Meanwhile, Vhagar continued to hover around, appearing ready for action, which only irritated Rhaena further.

To her dismay, Helaena suggested that Aemond take Rhaena for a ride on Vhagar. "Are you serious Helaena? Do you even realize what you're suggesting?" Aemond retorted, as expected. "No, I'm not" Helaena insisted "Aemond, it's just one ride. She will go back tommorow and you owe her after ruining their dinner" she reasoned, knowing Aemond's debt to Rhaena. "I'm sorry sweet sister but over my dead body," Aemond replied firmly, already preparing to mount Vhagar who looked like herself nodded in agreement with her rider . Rhaena understood vhagar's intentions, as she though she had a special bond with Vhagar through her mother, but Vhagar was no docile creature.

Compared to other dragons, Vhagar was aloof and temperamental, never one to extend an invitation. It seemed dragons could inherit the traits of their owners, as Caraxes and Meleys were far more playful despite their occasional irritability.

Helaena pleaded with Aemond, their silent communication a testament to their sibling connection. "No, Hel! Don't push me on this. Have you forgotten what…" Aemond hesitated for a moment, a hesitation Rhaena keenly noticed. "Let it go. Take her another time because I can't," he finally declared. Sensing the tension, Rhaena intervened, urging Helaena to stop. "There's no need for this, Helaena. It's not important. Perhaps another time," she suggested, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"No, Princess Rhaena, Helaena is right," Otto Hightower interjected with a voice that cut deep coming towards them all tall and composed with a guard by his side. "You were so small the last time I saw all of you kids together. You've returned after many years, and this is not how Prince Aemond should treat you." Though Otto wasn't a dragon rider or a deadly warrior, there was something about him that commanded respect and instilled fear, even in kings.

Regardless of why her father despised him, Otto's authority was unquestionable to rhaena "Aemond, you owe her an apology. Take her for a beautiful ride. It was once her mother's dragon also, after all. It might evoke sweet memories," Otto insisted, offering a forced smile to Aemond, who rolled his eyes with irritation. Maybe Aemond didn't appreciate Otto bringing up that topic either. He silently observed Rhaena.

After much pressure from Otto, Aemond finally stood up to Rhaena, extending his hand. "Rhaena , Do you really want to do this?" It was the first time he had addressed her by name. Surprisingly, hearing her name from his lips was not unpleasant. He had always referred to her as Uncle Daemon's daughter, which felt harsh compared to this moment of sweetness and respect.

Rhaena couldn't quite decipher her thoughts as she simply nodded and took Aemond's hand gently. "Yes I would," she replied softly, realizing slowly the significance of her decision. After exchanging a final glance with Helaena and Otto Hightower who particularly observed them thoroughly , his expression suggesting he was calculating something. Rhaena climbed onto Vhagar, it felt nostalgic to be seated on Vhagar again.

Initially, Vhagar roared badly as Rhaena attempted to climb, but Aemond's soft murmurs in Valyrian seemed to soothe her. Sitting on Vhagar after such a long time filled Rhaena with a sense of confidence. She began to brush Vhagar's rough skin gently, trying to calm her own fears of being thrown off.

The atmosphere shifted from playful to tense as Aemond climbed up and settled in behind her, uncomfortably close. "Have you ever ridden a dragon before or sat behind anyone?" he inquired, his hands securing the lashes and support chain of the saddle and Vhagar to tether Rhaena closer to him. Rhaena's responses came out almost pleadingly, "Yes, only once with Vhagar, twice with Moondancer and eight times with Meleys…" Aemond's hands grazing her waist as he fastened her only exacerbated her discomfort.

"Why does this always happen between us?" Aemond sighed softly rolling his eye, audible to Rhaena despite her attempts to adjust her position to create distance. No matter how she struggled, Aemond kept pulling her closer. Rhaena's heart raced as Vhagar began to run, preparing for flight. Trembling, she turned to face Aemond. "Please don't let me fall, I don't want to get hurt," she pleaded, reluctant to admit her fear to him but knowing she had to for her own safety. Despite their strained relationship, he was still her uncle and cousin. He would not harm her right ? she thought

"Hmm just hold on tight," Aemond replied, his gaze shifting from her wide eyes to her quivering lips. "Sōvegon eglie se paez Vhagar," Aemond shouted commanding Vhagar. Rhaena quickly adjusted her position, wrapping her hands tightly around Aemond's waist and sitting on one side completely. Looking down, she saw Otto and Helaena smiling at them before they were enveloped by the rush of wind as they soared into the sky.

It was beautiful, she had to admit. Not scary or foreboding as she had feared, but rather serene. The sky stretched out before her, the cold breeze caressing her cheeks like a gentle embrace. It had been a long time, approximately three and a half years, since she had last soared among these clouds and birds. The ride was silent, and she found solace in that silence. It was far more comfortable than engaging in any potentially dangerous conversation with him.

How ironic and amusing it was that the closest she had ever been to any male was none other than the boy she despised the most, Aemond. Yet, here they were, traveling together on a dragon. She couldn't help but feel happy; perhaps Helaena had been right after all. "Look at that beautiful group of birds over there, Aemond! Let's go there!" she exclaimed with joy, her eyes shining with childlike excitement. But as she glanced at him, she realized the folly of her words. 'He's not Baela fool', Rhaena scolded herself for her lapse in judgment. His prolonged silence only served to amplify her embarrassment. What had she been thinking, acting as though she were out with her husband? He might even make fun of her for it.

Suddenly, she noticed that Aemond was steering Vhagar towards the left, where she had pointed towards the birds. "Dīnagon va se geptot Vhagar," he ordered. She beamed with happiness as she watched the pretty blue birds flying in a circle. She wanted to thank him for this moment, though she knew it would be difficult but this soothing silence between them was something she didn't want to disturb.

She glanced at him covertly, noticing the awe in his eye as he took in the view. Slowly, she grazed his waist and chest with tender affection. She didn't know if it was appropriate, but there was an undeniable urge to express her gratitude.

"Thank you for this. Sorry to disturb, but it's a habit I had with my grandma Rhaenys," she said sweetly as she rested her head on his chest, offering a soft hug as thanks. "Hmm" was his only response, but it didn't bother Rhaena much. 'can he say anything else except hmm' wondered rhaena silently enjoying the view.

"Do you never get to ride a dragon all these years?" he asked, curiosity evident in his tone. She looked at aemond who was keeping his head straight in the futher direction.It stung her, why did he have to bring up this topic now of all times? "Yes, I'm waiting for my dragon egg. I know it will hatch eventually, but it will take time. That's why I don't want to bond with any other dragon. I've always dreamed of raising my own dragon from it's birth," Rhaena replied, trying to infuse enthusiasm into her voice.

"and what if it doesn't hatch, like the rotten toy I got years before?" Aemond asked, his expression blank, his voice tinged with dullness. "No, it will… it has to. I have faith that it will give me my dragon," Rhaena exclaimed, her nervousness and confusion evident in her voice.

She didn't know how to navigate this topic; it left her feeling isolated, prompting her to avoid conversations about dragons with her family and others. Countless times, she had excused herself from family meals and gatherings when the talk turned to dragons, feigning illness.

"You know, there are many dragons near the mountains around Dragonstone, particularly Vermithor right ? Vermithor is untamed still, Grey Ghost and many dragons without riders. But why haven't you claimed Seasmoke? Your uncle is dead then why haven't you claimed it?" Aemond's voice was soft, almost as if he didn't want to broach the subject on her uncle.

Rhaena struggled to respond; she hadn't even known about these dragons until now. No one, not even her father who frequented Dragonstone had mentioned them. "Oh, yes, I… I know about that, but it's too risky to go there alone. I feel more comfortable waiting for my own egg," Rhaena replied, forcing a bright and saccharine tone, hoping to steer the conversation away.

"Dangerous?" Aemond chuckled "I used to go there when I was eight. Yes, the mountains and their caves are treacherous, but we're Targaryens. We shouldn't fear dragons. I tried many times with the Grey Ghost, but it always eluded me. It never seemed interested in having a rider. It would nudge me lightly with it's tail but it never harmed me, not even when I yelled at it. I rather liked it," Aemond reminisced, speaking animatedly for the first time.Rhaena listened intently as he continued, recalling his encounters with dragons as a child.

"Last time, it was only Dreamfyre who was a bit angry with me for trying to mount her. Later, I found out that she was giving birth and wasn't feeling well. She just roared with a light fire above me as warning but never harmed me," Rhaena found it both amusing and shocking to recall the audacity he displayed as a child. It was as if he had a death wish, venturing alone into the mountains at just 7, 8, or 9 years old, attempting to claim dragons like Grey Ghost, Dreamfyre, and Vhagar all without any security. It was a level of recklessness that seemed almost incomprehensible.

"And you're a Valyrian princess; you wouldn't be sent alone. Your father would have sent guards with you. There are plenty of dragon keepers there who could help you bond with a dragon if you're afraid to do it alone. Many people do it with guards and dragon keepers," Aemond pointed out.

It pained her deeply; why did Aemond have to bring this up? "No, Aemond, I've told you before. I want to bond with a dragon from an egg and raise it," Rhaena interjected firmly."But it's been so long-" cutting off Aemond's words. "Please I've said it countless times ,I don't want to claim any big dragon. I have my priorities, and for the gods' sake, Aemond, my world extends far beyond seizing any dragon," her voice laced with irritation, teetering on the brink of tears if he mentioned dragons once more. She didn't want to dwell on it; she came here to escape dark thoughts, not to plunge deeper into them.

"Didn't Daemon tell you anything about it? Didn't he help you?" That was the final straw for Rhaena. Why did he have to spoil it every time? Perhaps he did it intentionally to taunt her. That's just like him, after all. "Aemond, not everyone is as obsessed as you are. My dragon will come to me in its own time. I value both my eyes and don't want to risk losing them chasing after every dangerous beast out there," Rhaena shouted, her pain evident.

A tense silence hung between them, laden with guilt, memories and anguish rather than joy. Tears welled up in her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind.

"Can we please descend now? I'm bored and tired. I want to go back," Rhaena requested, noticing an angry or irritated expression on Aemond's face. "ok," he grunted in response. "Vhagar jikagon ilagon sir" he commanded Vhagar, but it seemed Vhagar had other plans.

Instead of descending, she veered upwards, circling higher. "Vhagar, what are you doing? Not now! She wants to go down, Vhagar!" Aemond protested, but Vhagar merely turned her massive neck slightly, as if glancing at Aemond, and emitted a soft roar in response. 'was vhagar smiling or it was just baseless imagination though rhaena or did she really saw vhagar in happy mood' wondered rhaena

The sudden ascent caused Rhaena to slip and fall onto Aemond. It appeared as though she was glued to him; the wind was so fierce and fast that she had no choice but to cling tightly to him. If anyone saw them like this, they would assume they were a married couple, yet even married couples didn't sit this close or hug each other like this. Rhaena wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and chest, burying her face in his cloak like a frightened child.

"Are you crying?" his question brought her back to reality, her tears were wetting his collar. With the high-speed ride Vhagar was providing, she couldn't muster a response. Instead, she continued to cling to Aemond, seeking solace in his embrace to distract herself from the dizzying view below.

"Aemond, please tell her to descend; it's too high for me," Rhaena pleaded, gripping his collar tightly. "ok but don't be too afraid. It's normal for us; we ascend to these heights daily, even in thunderstorms. You'll be safe. We make these flights regularly, and Vhagar is accustomed to it, she is just enjoying it too much that's why" Aemond reassured her, although his tone was tinged with confusion .

"Rȳbagon vhaagr rȳbagon mērī naejot issa," Aemond ordered with a slightly louder tone, but Vhagar seemed uninterested in listening. Instead, she roared gleefully, her roar resembling a joyful melody as she soared through the skies.

"Daor sir vhagar," Aemond muttered, his face flushed. Watching this scene unfold, Rhaena couldn't contain her laughter. She glanced up at Aemond with a mischievous smile "Old maesters used to say that a dragon is not just a follower but our magical friend, who acts in accordance with our desires. Their hearts beat as one with their owners, and they do precisely what their owners want. My apologies; your case seems to be an exception," she chuckled, unaware that she was no longer afraid of heights.

"Skoro syt bisa vhagar, gaomagon hae nyke jaelagon," frustration was evident in Aemond's expression and gestures, especially as he glanced repeatedly at Rhaena, who was giggling uncontrollably, while Vhagar continued her erratic flight pattern. "Is she not in the mood to listen to you, Uncle… I mean, cousin brother, if you prefer?" Rhaena whispered with a childish grin, as Vhagar continued her ascent with discordant enthusiasm.

'As if she knew what Vhagar was doing, she'd better refrain from laughing even once. As if she knew I was contemplating kidnapping her and taking her away right now ' Aemond mused, his mind racing with conflicting desires. The urge to grab her face and kiss her passionately was overwhelming, especially when she leaned into his neck and chest during their ascent.

He struggled to maintain his composure, fighting against the tumult of emotions raging within him. This delicate little bird, laughing innocently, had no inkling of the turbulent thoughts swirling in his mind—whether she was truly naive or merely pretending. Her soft breath tickled him to the core, tempting him to seize Rhaena and kiss her then and there. His mind was consumed with desires what it would be like to whisk her away, to witness her reaction.

Truth be told, it wasn't Vhagar, but his own desires that compelled these actions. He didn't want to let her go; he yearned to hold her for much longer. Her snug embrace, clinging to him as if her life depended on it, inflated his ego. She seemed so small and fragile against him, yet her presence electrified him. Aemond feared that Vhagar would sometimes expose his worst behaviour in front of everyone, revealing what kind of person he truly was.

Fighting with Vhagar was akin to a battle between his heart and his mind, between his desires and what he knew he shouldn't do. He loved Vhagar, adored her more than anything, loved her like his own mother, but Vhagar only listened to Aemond's heart, doing what he truly desired, whether he vocalized it or not .

There were countless times during his childhood when Vhagar acted on Aemond's behalf without his request, making it easy for Aemond to shift blame onto Vhagar if he didn't want to take responsibility. However, the problem for him was that Vhagar didn't allow him to pretend or lie, she exposed his true feelings to all.

This newfound feeling for rhaena had taken root in him since her arrival in king's landing. She was no longer the small girl with big, dark eyes and two little ponytails he once knew; she had blossomed into a stunning Valyrian beauty. His breath caught in his throat whenever he beheld her, like the previous night during the family supper.

'Perhaps the kingdom should declare Rhaena as the epitome of their new realm's delight. If not the delight, then she was undoubtedly a "beautiful Valyrian pearl," the most precious pearl of them all' He had interacted with women before, but none had evoked the same feelings as Rhaena. It was baffling how his childhood resentment toward her had transformed into an instantaneous attraction.

He hadn't wanted to attend the family supper, but his mother had urged him to do so, and he found himself regretting it when he saw Rhaena laughing, chatting and primarily interacting with Lucerys. What did it feel like to suddenly be drawn to someone despite knowing they could never be yours ? He pondered the absurdity of sitting there for far too long his initial plan had been to greet everyone once and retreat to his room.

However his heart had other plans, driven by a desire to catch another glimpse of Rhaena's beauty, even if it meant maintaining a distance. The mere exchange of glances with her stole his breath away, leaving him wondering what she thought of him perhaps an ugly monster. Thankfully, he had managed to resist the impulse to approach Rhaena, just as she had approached Lucerys and taken a seat beside him, a reminder that she was already betrothed.

To exacerbate his jealousy, she was betrothed to none other than Lucerys. 'What could be worse than watching the person responsible for your misery obtain everything you've always desired without even trying But here we are when has life ever been fair to him? '.

It was tolerable for a while, stealing fleeting glances at Rhaena, but his heart's desires led him down a perilous path. He was beside himself with the urge to grasp her slender neck forcefully and claim those ruby lips before all present. The gods knew his heart brought out the worst in him, leading him down dark and dangerous paths.

Something inside him snapped when he observed Rhaena offering Luce affectionate guidance and support, assuring him he would be a good ruler, smiling warmly at him. Why..? Aemond dared not entertain the answer. Wasn't she Daemon's daughter, after all? The man who despised his mother and his family How was it fair that she wasn't even allowed to exchange glances with him, yet there she was, conversing with Lucerys? It was a bitter irony!

He swiftly turned his attention to Helaena and Jace for distraction, but his mind continued to dwell on Rhaena. Was she simply too stupid or was she too good to recognize her own worth? A true Valyrian beauty like her should have suitors lining up to win her favor, fight tourney for her hand yet she was marrying Lucerys out of duty to Rhaenyra and Daemon. Aemond's ego refused to accept this reality openly, secretly wishing they had never feuded in childhood and could meet anew as strangers. Only Aemond knew what he would have done for her ,to possess her, to claim her, to make her his own.

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After what felt like an eternity riding Vhagar, they finally descended, bodies weary and sore, the darkness of the dragon cave enveloping them as the day waned. Rhaena couldn't fathom that she had spent hours riding Vhagar with Aemond; it was nearly evening now. The dragon cave lay dim and deserted, save for a few dragon keepers. "I apologize for my earlier behavior" Aemond suddenly spoke, unclasping his gloves and glancing back at Rhaena, awaiting her response.

She simply nodded politely, her eyes wide and sparkling, before murmuring, "Let's head to dinner; Baela must be waiting for me." There was something palpable in the air, an unspoken tension between them. Rhaena couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was always an awkwardness whenever they locked eyes. She felt comfortable being alone with almost anyone, even Aegon, but not Aemond. What was it? Some unresolved issue, or perhaps a newfound attraction? She hurried out of the cave, feeling a flush creeping up her cheeks for reasons unknown, longing for a long, hot bath.

Baela's laughter grated on her nerves. "What! You went on a ride with Aemond for this long? I can't believe it. Grandmother you hearing ?.. I thought that wicked boy was trying to kill her," she chortled, casting a scrutinizing gaze at Rhaena, who sat with Rhaenys, her expression stern.

"Shut up, Baela. It was nothing like that, just a simple ride," Rhaena deflected her sister's inquiries. The long bath was a sanctuary, offering respite from the day's events. The soothing scent of lavender oil calmed her mind; she desperately needed this moment of tranquility. However, even in the peaceful solitude of the bath, thoughts of Aemond intruded.

She couldn't deny that she somewhat enjoyed his presence. Maybe he's not as bad as everyone thinks she thought, reminiscing about their time together. 'What if there had been no childhood feud between us? What if he hadn't lost his eye? If our families had resolved their differences, we could have been great cousins, or even…".Her mind wandered to Aemond, unwanted blushes colouring her cheeks whenever their moments crossed her thoughts.

However, to her disappointment, Aemond didn't join them for dinner. Everyone else was present, but he was conspicuously absent. Rhaena scanned the room, her neck craning as she searched for him in vain.Her irritation grew as she stared at the empty chair in front of her, with Luce seated across from her, oblivious to her discomfort. Unbeknownst to her, Aegon was watching her closely. She didn't want a repeat of what happened with Baela and him, so she kept her gaze fixed on her food, avoiding eye contact.

"Cousin Rhaena, is everything alright?" Aegon inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes Cousin Aegon, I'm fine. I hope you're doing well," Rhaena replied hurriedly, as if fearing repercussions if she engaged in conversation with him. "I hope Baela isn't still angry with me. I was just playing with Jace you know. He used to be my little brother and after all these years of not seeing him, I was just having some brotherly fun. I didn't think Aemond would take it so seriously, and I inadvertently helped him," Aegon sighed, his voice tinged with regret as he moved to sit closer to her.

"It's okay, cousin. Baela is fine now. Just take care of Helaena," Rhaena murmured softly, avoiding Aegon's gaze, sensing the guilt in his eyes. It wasn't that she was scared of him per se; she just thought it better to avoid unnecessary conflict. He seemed unpredictable, capable of sweetness one moment and treachery the next. One day he would be the best family member and another day he would be the worse.

"Aemond still hasn't returned from his ride, or perhaps he's off with a girl. I wouldn't be surprised if he went to a brothel," Aegon chuckled mischievously causing Rhaena to nearly choke on her food.

She looked at him embarrassed and shy, as he continued, "Oh, are you shocked? I hope I didn't shock you. It's quite common, you know. I thought you wouldn't be unaware of the habits of princes. Your father is quite fond of whores himself, haha." Rhaena felt the urge to flee.

"No cousin, Aemond has returned to the castle. I was with him. He must be tired," she managed to say between coughs. Aegon looked at her with a comical expression. "Oh, then maybe he's in the library. He finds more comfort in the musty seats there, especially at night, than in the silken sheets of his bed. Anyway, who cares? And Aemond was right, by the way," Aegon said cryptically. Perplexed, Rhaena asked, "Right about what?" Aegon grinned, "That you're very pretty. The last time I saw you, you were just a little girl always crying and playing with seashells."

-"Yes, that was…" Rhaena trailed off, finishing her meal and standing up abruptly. "Cousin, I apologize, but I have to go. I'm very tired," she said sweetly, hoping to avoid Aegon's probing.

"Going where, to the library?" he teased, wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. Rhaena paused for a moment, taken aback by his mischief, before replying, "Cousin, I was just going to my room." "Go on girl, I was only joking," he laughed, returning to his wine.

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As she left the dining area, Rhaena couldn't shake the feeling of unease. "What does he mean? My poor sister Helaena, she has to endure this man. My instincts were right; no matter how harmless he seems, one can never blindly trust him. And why does he have to share his disgusting secrets when no one is interested in hearing them?" she mused, troubled by Aegon's unsettling behavior.

Later that night, sleep eluded Rhaena as Aegon's words continued to echo in her mind. 'Did Aemond really say that to him? That I was pretty? It's hard to believe. Maybe Aegon was just joking and playing. I can't trust him. But what if Aemond really finds me pretty all of a sudden? Why would Aegon share this with me?' she pondered, twirling her long white locks absentmindedly.

While it wasn't the first time someone had praised her beauty, the idea of Aemond finding her attractive felt different. A smile spread across her lips as she realized what she had to do. A newfound sense of bravery surged within her, and she began to write something in her diary. "I don't see anything wrong if he finds me pretty. Well, I hope he really does…" she chuckled to herself, giggling as she continued to write.

Something stirred within Rhaena as she immediately stood up, adjusting her hair and deciding to venture to the library in just her sheer nightgown, a soft and delicate fabric that accentuated her figure. She wrapped herself in a light sheet, providing minimal coverage.

It seemed everyone was settling in for the night, which suited her just fine. Quietly, she made her way to the library, gently opening the door to avoid disturbing anyone inside or outside. Candlelight illuminated the room, casting a warm glow over the open book and ink on the table. She ventured deeper into the library, exploring its shelves and searching for books to suit her mood.

"what are you searching for at this late hour?" Aemond's voice broke the silence, and she turned to find him standing there, wearing a loose black shirt with open laces and black leather trousers, looking handsome albeit tired, with a soft smile on his face. "Of course, it's the library, Aemond. I came for books, not dragons to capture. I couldn't sleep," she teased, walking past him and intentionally brushing his shoulder, catching him off guard.

As she sat down, she removed the sheer sheet covering her dress, making her figure more visible. Aemond stood there, gazing at her as if she were a goddess or something otherworldly.

"Cousin Aemond, come sit. Why are you standing?" Rhaena asked in her most friendly tone, noticing the thrill in Aemond's eyes as he witnessed this bold side of her emerging. "You could have worn something more covering. It's not safe for you to walk around like this at night alone," Aemond remarked sternly as he approached her, adjusting his eye patch.

"Why? May I ask. Is it so bad that boys can go wherever they want and wear whatever they want, but girls cannot? I wear this in my own house, too. And is the Red Keep not safe enough?" Rhaena challenged him, intentionally seeking his reaction, whether it be anger or amusement. She just wanted to understand him better.

-"No doubt you were raised by Rhaenyra. Marvelous indeed," Aemond replied with a smug expression as he took a seat across from her, holding a wine glass. Rhaena knew Aemond was among those who opposed this newfound freedom championed by Rhaenyra. Given his upbringing, it wasn't surprising.

"Why, I don't see anything wrong here. Her thinking is indeed marvelous. I wish every queen and king were like my father and Rhaenyra," she remarked pointedly, aiming to provoke Aemond. It seemed to be working, as he scrutinized her from head to toe, lost in thought.

-"Do you enjoy reading?" Aemond finally asked, breaking the tension. Rhaena had her own plans in mind. "Yes, I love reading, but it depends. Some subjects don't interest me, so I prefer to avoid them," she replied confidently, crossing her legs and making one leg visible through the slit in her nightgown. Aemond's eye lingered there for a moment before he hastily looked away. Rhaena couldn't help but find it amusing to see Aemond struggle, perhaps due to her bare thighs, which seemed to make him uncomfortable.

"A love story, that's what you're reading?" Aemond exclaimed, his expression dull as he glanced at the book she held. "Why? Don't you like any love stories, Uncle?" Rhaena grinned, settling into her seat comfortably. Aemond was taken aback by her newfound confidence and charisma. She had transformed from a shy little bird into a seductive siren with doe eyes, testing his patience.

"What do I have to do with love stories as you said? I'm not particularly fond of that subject," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer to retrieve his own book from the table, sending shivers down Rhaena's spine. It felt like a game was unfolding between them, and she found herself becoming increasingly excited to play.

"Why, does the Prince have a lady love, or is there no one who captures his interest? I thought you must already be betrothed," Aemond chuckled, his eyes fixed on her. "Did you princess?" Rhaena met his gaze boldly.

"No, I don't have time for that. And… who would be interested in this face? Girls are more likely to be scared of me I think," he replied with a confident smile. Rhaena couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Did he truly see himself in such a negative light all because of a scar? It made her realize that her family had never attempted to reconcile with him or apologize for their past actions.

She hoped that his perception of himself hadn't been tainted by that old scar, unaware that her finger was hovering dangerously close to a candle flame. "Ouch…" loud cry came from Rhaena

Aemond exclaimed as he turned to Rhaena, grabbing her injured finger. "Wait a sec, stay still, nothing serious happened," he reassured Rhaena, who was panicking. "It will hurt," Rhaena protested, jumping around like a frightened child.

"Nothing will happen, you're fine. Just be silent," Aemond said firmly, grabbing her shoulder and wrist tightly. The next thing she knew, Aemond was applying ointment to her finger. It stung at first, but the way he applied it so smoothly diverted her attention from the pain. She found herself quite calm now. "It's funny that I'm the one calming someone among all the people here," chuckled Aemond, breaking the silence. "You're usually the first person to do so, sadly," he added with a puzzled expression, meeting her gaze.

-They stared at each other in silence, and Rhaena couldn't think straight. She just wanted to kiss his face, his eyes, his nose, his lips, even his scar. Had she drunk too much wine, or was there something in the air? "Aemond… can I… can I take it off?" she muttered, unsure of her own words.

-She wondered how someone could be so tough yet so gentle. His demeanor and body language screamed danger, but inside, there was nothing but softness. Did he ever get tired of putting up walls all the time? Did he ever yearn for love, or had he decided to be this way forever because of his scar? Lost in the moment, she softly grazed the scar on his face and removed his eye patch, leaving Aemond wide-eyed but not stopping her. No one had ever done this to him, except perhaps Helaena, but her case was different.

-"Does it hurt?" asked Rhaena tracing the scar line with her finger. He shook his head. "No, not now," he replied softly. She was captivated by the beauty of his sapphire at that moment. "This sapphire… did you put it…" she started, but Aemond cut her off with a brief " it's a long story" before stepping away, giving them some space.

Rhaena couldn't help but feel embarrassed by her actions whenever they were alone. There was always something between them. Again, there was a long silence as he stood at the opposite end of the table, looking down at something, while she sat on the table, glaring at her finger.

"I think I should go to my room," Rhaena said, disappointed that she had ruined everything she had planned. "What about the book? Don't you want to finish the story?" Aemond asked with a friendly smile, standing where he was. She added, " I want to, but maybe later."

Before leaving she turned and finally asked, "Why didn't you come for dinner? Everyone was there." He didn't reply immediately, just looked at her with a light smirk on his lips, leaving Rhaena waiting for an answer, curiosity evident on her pretty face.

Though Aemond seemed like he wanted to answer, something held him back. With a resigned chuckle, he replied, "If you want to continue reading the book, your favourite love stories," as he placed it back on the shelf among his other books. "You can come back anytime, even tomorrow, i am keeping it here" he added pointing at the particular shelf.

"But I might be leaving tomorrow," she said, unsure if she was just imagining a slight change in Aemond's demeanor. "Okay, very well," he responded simply.

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The next day, Baela, Jace, Luc and their maids were getting ready to leave. They packed their clothes and gifts from their grandfather, King Viserys, and Queen Alicent. Daemon urged Rhaena to hurry, but she had little desire to leave.

"But Grandma, we just got here, and Helaena wants me to stay. We want to explore King's Landing and I also wanted to ride Dreamfyre just once. She looks majestic. Please, can we stay a few more days?" Rhaena pleaded with Rhaenys, who was tired of hearing her requests. She asked Daemon, but he was in no mood to stay longer, and neither was Rhaenyra. They all decided to have breakfast together in the morning. King Viserys seemed a bit happier and looked healthier.

All of them were chatting and laughing at the table, including Otto and Daemon. It was a delightful sight until Aemond arrived, causing Rhaena to sit up straight. She was foolish to have looked at him with a friendly gaze, but he acted as if he didn't even know her. The softness was gone' it was the same old harsh exterior.

He greeted his mother, everyone else Luc, Jace, even Baela but only nodded at her, just a nod. "Well well, is it a tradition that when Criston and Aemond enter the room, we have to stop talking?" Aegon joked, and everyone laughed. Criston left after hearing this, and Aemond's eyes followed him. Aegon looked at Aemond apologetically, but Aemond stared back at him coldly.

Baela shouted, "Grandsire, please continue about father. I want to know about his scandalous affairs" laughing and looking at Daemon, who shook his head and hid his face. "You can't hide, Father," taunted Baela. "Yes, yes, my child. I need to get back at him for all these years. He was a pain in my ass" spat Viserys and the room filled with laughter from Luc, Jace, and the children.

"Do you know how he wed your mother, child?" Viserys asked Daemon. "Did you tell them? If not, then I will" he said winking at baela, and Rhaena beamed with excitement. "Please tell us. I have been dying to hear this. I would love to listen" she exclaimed.

"You know, your mother was betrothed to someone else, not your father. She was about to marry some lord chosen by her parents, my sister and Lord Corlys." Everyone was shocked.

"Yes, Laena used to come here with Rhaenys a lot. She was a bit older than Rhaenyra but she was like her elder sister. Rhaenyra and her used to play a lot, but I didn't realize that my brother had taken a special interest in her. Daemon started to roam around her a lot whenever she came to King's Landing. But, as I told you, Lord Corlys and Rhaenys had already betrothed her to someone else. I can't remember his name. He and Corlys later had many problems between them, I remember"

"Then what happened?"asked Lucerys with wide eyes.

"What happened? What do you expect of Daemon, child? Daemon used to go to Corlys a lot, and many times stayed at Driftmark if I scolded him. Once Laena's betrothal was meeting with them, Daemon always mocked him. Once, in a ceremony, Daemon taunted and mocked that simple man so much that he started fuming with anger. He was a weak man. What harm could he have done to Daemon? Daemon challenged him to a duel there, and that man got killed by him. Then he ran away with your mother and gave us two pretty brave girls" said Viserys, while everyone laughed.

"Poor man, he died for nothing" said Jace, shocked by Daemon's old deeds. "What poor man? He came in the way of father. He should have just gone and not attacked my father back. Maybe he would have been alive" replied Baela to Jace, playfully scolding him.

"Yes, Daemon has his way of doing things, Princess. You must hear all about your father's old adventures," Otto claimed with a smile to Rhaena and Baela which seemed fake to which daemon gave an annoying look.

"Hahaha beware everyone, it's all fun and games until it happens to our girls !" laughed Aegon as he filled his wine cup. Everyone looked at him in silence and with angry glares, especially his mother, Alicent. "What? They're lucky that you people just matched them without informing anyone secretly. Otherwise, if it was a tournament for fighting their hands, then who knows… Majorly for Rhaena i mean she is pretty and really young, some men would kill for her," he said this stylishly, without any hesitation.

Later, seeing everyone's response, he added, "I'm just joking. Why did all of you become silent so easily? please continue," spat Aegon, drinking more.

At that moment, she felt someone's gaze on her. When she turned her head from Viserys, it was Aemond who was looking at her with a smug on his face, lips carved into a smirk, while his hands played with the knife, rotating it on its tip on the table. 'Now why all of a sudden is he glaring at her like this? hope I didn't do something foolish again. Was he looking at me the whole time? What did someone see? I hope Father didn't notice him. He would be gone then. What's his problem? When I want to talk to him, then he behaves weird. Earlier, he didn't even greet me properly, behaved like a stranger, and now he's looking at me openly without moving his eyes anywhere else, as if I'm some kind of amusement thing,' thought Rhaena.

She then started to ignore Aemond's gaze by nervously looking around, yet she couldn't deny that she was liking it, his attention on her. Rhaena was afraid to name the feelings she had for him. There was something between them, something exciting and thrilling about being chased by him, being desired by someone like Aemond. Maybe some feelings don't need any label, they should be left the way they are.

Helaena drew her attention, grabbing Baela's hands. "Please, Baela, can you just stay here for a few more days? We would have fun. You all just arrived here, and we didn't get enough time. Please stay for me," requested Helaena with all the love in her eyes and tone. "Hel, I want to spend time with you, but… I have to go now. We all have to now. Jace also has some work there. Next time, we will definitely come for days sister," replied Baela with love.

"Maybe Rhaena wants to stay… right, Rhaena?" Aegon suddenly asked, looking at Rhaena. All eyes turned to Rhaena. ",I… I, yes… no, I mean, I wanted to spend more time with Helaena" she said, while making pleading dove eyes towards Rhaenys, Daemon, and all of them.

"Why don't we take Helaena to Dragonstone with us for a few days, right?" exclaimed Baela with joy to Rhaena. "Yes, it would be good, a change for Helaena too," added Rhaenyra. "No apology, but Helaena is not feeling well lately regarding her health matters since Maelor's birth. She needs to rest here, but maybe some other time she can come" Alicent interrupted and advised.

Both Rhaena and Helaena had plans together. They had a list of what to do, where to go, and she didn't want to spoil that fun. Then Rhaenys entered the room, looking tired as well. "I have to inform you all that you shouldn't wait for me. I need to stay here for a few days. I need to talk with Viserys. You all can go, and Rhaena, my child, would you stay with me?"

Viserys added, "Yes, I think Rhaena can stay with Rhaenys here now. Helaena, are you happy?" coughing laughingly while Helaena and Rhaena beamed at each other with joy. "Yes, until then, we have to do preparations for Jace and Baela and Lucerys and Rhaena's betrothal," Rhaenyra announced. "Mother, can me and Rhaena get married a bit later? We are betrothed already. There's no hurry. First, Jace and Baela should get married," muttered Lucerys with a low voice and low confidence, looking at Rhaenyra with hopeful eyes.

Rhaenyra held his hand with motherly affection. "My sweet boy, don't be afraid. We will wed you two a bit later if you want to."

Then Rhaena affectionately grazed his shoulder. "Luce, don't worry, even though we are wedded earlier, I promise you there will be no problem on my side. I know it feels awkward and you are so young right now. There will be no duty, no heavy expectations, just our friendship. And believe me, we will enjoy a lot. And you, my dear, you will be a great husband," she hyped his confidence up with her honey-toned gesture, which made Lucerys smile and nod in agreement. While saying this, she was sure that she just saw Aemond glaring at her, but in stern anger. Ignoring him was the best option for her.

"What a sweet, lovely couple this is. Rhaena is a wife that every man desires, and Lucerys my little boy, you are lucky," applauded Viserys with a warm, bright smile. Suddenly, the breaking of glass caught Rhaena's attention.

She turned her head, and it was Aemond who may have slipped the glass or held it too tightly. "Damn brother, was the glass your enemy that you were holding it that hard?" said Aegon, looking at Aemond's bloodied finger, who was wiping his blood with a cloth. "It's nothing, Mom, just a very small cut. I get them regularly in training," Aemond said to Alicent, who started looking at his hand.

Rhaena's eyes met Aemond's, who looked a bit hurt. She really thought that he was about to cry. It was funny to her as to why a boy like him would cry. Was the cut actually hurting badly? Then why did he seem…..so angry, it’s impossible to predict this boy’s mood she thought. ----------------------

Rhaena felt somewhat light after bidding goodbye to her family, perhaps because now she was somewhat free. Though Rhaenys was still here, there wasn't the same level of restriction as with her father, Baela, and all the others. She was here on her own now.

Later, after strolling through King's Landing's old shops and admiring dresses with Helaena, she returned to the library again at night in that same sheer nightdress. She knew exactly what she was doing, as the smile on her face told a whole different story. Entering the library, she made her way to the shelf pointed out by Aemond the previous night.

"Didn't want to go back, huh? You seem to love King's Landing more than you should, I see. And your book is here if you came for it," said Aemond with a straight, stern tone, holding the book in his hands.

"Yes… I do," Rhaena walked slowly towards him. "I wanted to explore King's Landing, and not just King's Landing, but I think… I might love this library too. If I went with them today, how would I complete my book and my love story?" She playfully took the book from Aemond's hand.

"Tell me, what were you reading in this book, uncle? I thought it wasn't your taste, my prince," asked Rhaena, mischief filling her voice. Aemond rose from his seat, taking slow footsteps towards Rhaena.

"Just checking what your taste was, perhaps," he replied.

"So, do you like my taste?" asked Rhaena, a hint of flirtation in her eyes, as if inviting him.

"Haven't tasted you yet. I mean, I haven't read this book or seen your choices. Just the same crazy romance stories," Aemond's response momentarily shocked Rhaena, her eyes automatically drifting to his lips. Her mind wandered down a completely different path.

-"I hope someday you might become acquainted with my taste cousin," she muttered mocking him, almost coming closer to him and brushing his shoulder again. She liked it; for her, it was a way of challenging him, making him pay for their childhood fights. --------------------------------------

This library became her second favorite place to pass the time those days, whether it was with books or with Aemond; only her heart knows. They spent a lot of time together at night, and sometimes even in the evenings. Often, she played games like hiding his books or swords, keeping them with her. Though she didn't want to admit it, there was a newfound friendship growing between them.

Her open and free behaviour with Aemond increased, often placing her hands on his shoulder or thigh while asking questions or sharing stories about various families, causing Aemond to blush and want more. Sadly, he was beginning to enjoy these meetings with Rhaena, which would soon end with her marriage a thought he hated to recall.

Rhaena often tried to annoy Aemond, especially during his training sessions. She loved to distract him by making weird faces or once even stealing his shirt while he was training making him walk shirtless to his room, causing the maids and girls in the Red Keep to giggle.

This sudden closeness and friendship did not go unnoticed by Criston. From his expressions, it was clear he didn't like it. To him, it was like watching some old memories repeat themselves. He even scolded Aemond for not paying enough attention on his training as compared to earlier days.

Aemond's heart fluttered many times when Rhaena caught his arm or hand in front of everyone, guiding him to remove things she was scared of, whether it was a snake, a dog or reaching for books placed too high on the shelves, or even picking flowers from trees she liked but couldn't reach. Also he despised seeing her interact with various guards and knights, whose lustful gazes were directed at her.

Particularly, his cousin Garmund Hightower seemed to be growing overly friendly with Rhaena after just one encounter, and it appeared she was also enjoying his company. Garmund wasn't a wealthy prince or a renowned knight, so he couldn't fathom what he could possibly be saying to her that brought her such joy. He felt jealous of the attention she received from numerous men in the Red Keep.

Within days, the most amusing and surprising event occurred to Aemond, one he himself couldn't believe: he made a gift for her, a white and rose pearl necklace adorned with extremely small dragon crafted from ancient Valyrian steel.

He had it specially made, envisioning how stunning it would look on her, yet he never presented it to her. Instead he kept it to himself always, lacking the courage to do otherwise. This gesture was unprecedented, he had never done anything similar for any girl aside from his family—his mother, Helaena, and little Jaehaera. Whenever Aegon inquired he fibbed, claiming he had it made for his mother.

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One day, she came across a book written entirely in Valyrian, containing information about the old Targaryen customs, judging from some peculiar images she saw. While she was comfortable with the Valyrian language, she was still a novice at it.

One positive aspect of Daemon and Rhaenyra's parenting was that they never burdened their children with difficult or heavy royal duties, unlike Queen Alicent, who demanded perfection and over sincerity in everything. They always emphasized that one's nature mattered more than their appearance or lineage. "What's most important is wanting the best for your realm and your family ," Rhaenyra often told them, and she was absolutely right.

When Aemond saw the book and flipped through a few pages, he exclaimed, "What the hell is this? You know exactly what this is, don't you?" His tone was loud and sharp, indicating his seriousness.

"No, truly, I don't know. If I did, why would I bring it to you? Yes, I can understand the language, but not I am not best at it, i thought you might help. That's why I came to you. What's wrong with it?" Rhaena asked, genuinely curious.

-"Oh shut up, You know perfectly well, Rhaena," Aemond retorted, finding it hard to believe her.

-"No, I swear, I seriously don't know!" Rhaena exclaimed.

Aemond placed the book on the table in front of her and explained, "It's about the mating rituals of Targaryen people with their partners and their dragons." Rhaena stood there with her mouth agape, cursing her bad luck inwardly. Suddenly, a giggle escaped her lips, further fueling Aemond's irritation. "What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Nothing… nothing. I was just amused to see the scary dangerous Prince Aemond Targaryen getting shy and nervous about the topic of mating," Rhaena replied, trying to stifle her laughter. "Just look at your face, Aemond. You're almost red. I'm so concerned for your future wife," she teased, while Aemond simply stared at her in disbelief.

Ignoring her, Aemond walked away, prompting Rhaena to chase after him. "So, are we not going to read it, Aemond? Please don't act like a snobbish old man," she shouted after him. Aemond turned and retorted, "You shouldn't act like a common whore, Rhaena. Maybe Rhaenyra hasn't taught you enough." His distasteful remark enraged her, smile was gone from her face.

Standing tall, Rhaena confronted him "A whore? So that's what every girl is to you, someone who simply asks a question about mating, which, let me tell you, is a basic part of life. But yes, men like you would protect your brother, who assaults every maid he sees. I bet you do same--."

"Rhaena! lower your voice!" yelled Aemond with such force that Rhaena shivered for a moment. It was the first time she had seen him so enraged, but she refused to back down.

Stepping towards him, she said "do you feel no hesitation in uttering disgusting words towards any girl? So why should I hold back from speaking the truth? I haven't forgotten how you remained silent when Aegon mistreated Baela at dinner. You always seem to support him. Where have your respect and values gone then? The truth is, people who support and conceal the actions of culprits are not much different from them, even if they don't openly display it. Maybe you're just like him, mistreating gir--" Before she could finish, Aemond grabbed her arms harshly and shoved her towards the back racks.

Grasping her jaw forcefully he warned her "Don't you dare speak of me like that !" He stared into her face, which paled with fear, but her eyes still bore into his. "If I was like him Rhaena, I swear you would be begging on your knees right now instead of standing here spewing your pathetic childish nonsense," he said sharply, his angry gaze fixed on her trembling lips trapped in his grip.

Slowly releasing his hold, he continued, "I'm warning you for your own good. Don't play games you can't finish, especially not with me. The outcome may not be as pleasant and… let's not repeat history" as he caressed her jaw patting her cheek, Rhaena boldly maintained eye contact, challenging him without flinching. "And what if I choose to play that game? I'm not that naive little girl anymore cousin"

Aemond was surprised and intrigued by this side of her. The tension between them escalated, with a thin line separating them that neither dared to cross. Aemond closed the gap between them, now standing so close that the mere passage of air between them felt like a miracle to Rhaena. "Then perhaps… I need to teach you how to behave" he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She attempted to push him away, but he caught her arm and pinned it above her head.

"If you harm me I'll report this to grandsire Viserys, release my hand!" Rhaena declared, her breath heavy. Aemond chuckled ominously at her threat. "Is that so? Very well, let's inform him or better yet let's inform your father, Daemon. I'm sure he would be delighted to learn that his daughter is eager to learn about 'mating' in the dead of night and from me, no less." She fell silent, understanding how much her father would disapprove if he were to find out.

He held her tightly, forcing her to look up at him. "I know you wouldn't leave, you know why…" Rhaena looked at him with anticipation. "Because you yourself feel something for me. There's a part of you that craves me, I can feel it" whispered Aemond as his fingers grazed her lips and cheeks. Rhaena was lost in the sensation, torn between her heart's desires and her mind's warnings.

"Aem..aemond I have to go, it's too dark," she managed to utter, but her resolve was weakening; he was making it too difficult for her. "What if… I don't let you go? Imagine if I never send you back to Driftmark then what ? if I just keep you here with me," Aemond whispered with his devilish grin dangerously and eye filled with dark emotions close to brushing her lips with his. "No, Aemond… I have to go back, I have to marry Luc-"

Her words were cut off by Aemond, who pressed his lips onto hers. There was hunger in his kiss, as if he would die if he left her lips even for a second. Rhaena initially hesitant, now surrendered to the feeling, allowing him to have his way with her. Her hands moved from his chest to his hair, pulling him closer. As passion flowed between them, his kisses sometimes felt like bites, but there was pleasure in this pain for Rhaena. No words were exchanged, only their heavy breathing and their heartbeat spoke volumes.

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry I hurt you that day," Aemond murmured between kisses, his long fingers gripping her neck. "But you all left me no choice…" His kisses became more ferocious, devouring her lips as if it were his last meal. "What a fool I was. Instead, I should have taken you that day along with Vhagar. I should have asked for you to be mine in exchange for my eye," he panted, now holding her face in his palms.

For Rhaena, it felt like a dream. Was she really hallucinating these days, or was this real? She wasn't in a state to think clearly. "Listen, Rhaena listen to me , Break off your marriage with Lucerys. Be with me" . Rhaena’s heart skipped a beat as she listened to Aemond, who was deadly serious yet there was a child like desperation in him, demanding love,demanding things which were never his but knew very well how to claim that. At that moment of secs she saw that little aemond who was at driftmark wandering alone like a lost little newly born dragon baby in him not any cold scary prince.

She shook her head trying regain her position, removing his hands but aemond wasn't letting her move "No you listen to me. You don’t love Lucerys, you're doing this just for your father, I know it. Why waste yourself for their happiness?" Rhaena tried to steady herself, reading the situation. "Aemond… No please understand, Lucerys is going to be my husband. We've been together for years. He's a very sweet and gentle boy. I know I would love him, but I can't… I can't be with you" she said calmly, soothing Aemond's hand.

But it wasn't the same for him. He harshly grabbed a fistful of her hair, causing her pain "What? What did you say? Say that again," he demanded, harshly yanking her hair. "Your audacity to say this after taking everything from me !" his eyes darkened with rage "You made me like this, made my life miserable. Now, after playing with my heart, you have the guts to say this bullshit in front of me !" he spat in anger, his grip becoming more painful, piercing her skin and scalp.

"Aemond I do feel bad for you with my whole heart. But that was the past and now everything is sorted between our families. Don't destroy this. You're fine, Aemond, you're absolutely fine. You will find another lovely princes-" She was again cut off again "You don't know how it feels like, what it feels like to be me" Aemond said with low tone but yet frightening , showering kisses on her neck, licking and biting skin near collarbone, soothing her while moving his hands down below her waist.

Felt like snake smelling it's prey before feeding on it. His hot breath near her breast made her dizzy with feelings "It wasn't the loss of an eye only Rhaena. That day, I lost my father, my morals, my childhood, my dreams everything. You don't know, you will never be able to know," his eyes showed emotions she had never seen in him before. There was pain, anger, questions ."And I don't want any other girl, I want you. You and me, Rhaena should be together. Can't you see that. You know, even Vhagar accepted you, or maybe she remembers you" a terrifying smile came on lips remembering vhagar.

Rhaena was getting scared of his madness, but at the same time, she wanted to let his madness consume her. She secretly wished that she was free of any marriage or burden "Aemond I like you, I really like you as well, but please try to understand, I have to marry…"

"You will not marry Luce, didn't you get it? I will not let that happen," shouted Aemond with every brick of venom and anger filled in him.

She pushed him away once more, but he swiftly caught her from behind, ensnaring her in his arm's embrace and burying his face in her hair. "This scent is intoxicating. You should be thanking me that I didn't fucked you right there on Vhagar," chuckled Aemond. It was becoming more and more difficult for Rhaena to resist him.

"Maybe we should discuss that book, huh? I could teach you all the things written in it. We have the whole night. But where, your chamber or mine?" he whispered seductively in her ear. It was as if the devil himself was manipulating her into his trap, giving all kinds of temptations to her. His breath on her neck sent thousands of sensations coursing through her that she had never experienced before. His fingers grazing and tracing the shape of her lips were melting points she was reaching. " and as you said I really need to know your taste my little bird"

She didn't know how she mustered all her courage and bit Aemond on the hand, who seemed to enjoy the pain rather than cry out. "Aah, so bird knows how to attack" he grinned , cackled while observing rhaena but at least she was free from his grasp. Seizing the opportunity, she ran away from him.

"You'd better not lock your door Rhaena ! there's no way to hide .I am going to catch you either way otherwise the consequences will be hard and I truly enjoy punishing culprits" said Aemond loudly enough for her to hear, laughing as he watched her flee. Thankfully, she made it straight to her room.

That night wasn't going to be easy for her. While lying in bed, her eyes were fixed on the door, which she had locked thoroughly, or so she thought. Every footstep around her door made her heart beat faster. She could feel the wicked side of her heart urging her to keep the door open or go to Aemond's chamber, tease him, to fulfil all her wild fantasies. Rhaenys's earlier advise and warning crossed in her mind. It was then that she realized she had played a dangerously risky game, one that could have serious consequences for everyone involved. Maybe she needs to go Dragonstone as soon as possible.

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In the next few hours of night, Rhaenys arrived at Rhaena's chamber with something very important to discuss. To her surprise, the door was open, and she soon realized that Rhaena was taking a bath, which was somewhat unusual for this late hour. She decided to wait for Rhaena, seating herself on the bed.

Glancing around, Rhaenys noticed a collection of books scattered on the bed, and with a sigh she remarked 'Girls and their love stories' As she reached for a large book detailing implicit rituals of the Targaryens, Rhaenys's eyes widened at it's contents. Suddenly, a tiny beautiful pearl necklace accompanied by a small parchment, slipped from the pages. Astonished by the intricate design in old Valyrian steel, she unfolded the parchment to read " Nykeā byka rudhy syt gevives raqagon ao hen se issaros ao vēdros se olvie (A small gift for a beauty like you' from the person you hate the most.)

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Summary: Aemond receives a late night visitor. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Rhaena Targaryen Word Count: 2.7k+ Warnings: Kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, and Aemond is still the consent king 👑. Author's Note: This is part 2 of Quietly, it slips through your fingers though I may do a third, as they have me hostage Gif edit by the wonderful @myfandomprompts. A big thank you to my beloved @aemondsbabe for being my beta reader and helping me hone my craft. Also ñuhon is Valyrian for mine, and sȳz riña is good girl, but I trust you all already know that one. 😈

Aemond was poised in front of the fireplace, dressed in cotton sleeping trousers and a tunic that was unbuttoned to his navel; his silver hair was slung over his shoulder in a low braid. A golden hue spilled from the hearth and washed over his practiced stoicism, his one eye trained to the flames that were crackling and curling around the blackened logs.

His arm was stretched on the rest, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm to battle how his heart was still rattling against his ribs; his other was bent, fingers pressed into his prominent chin. He swore he could still smell the remnants of the heaven he had touched earlier, something that was both sweet and intoxicating, something that now consumed him wholly.

He thought back to earlier that night, to after he had torn away from the small hall, his heated steps leading him throughout the corridors in a desperate search for an exit that would bring him outside of King’s Landing. He knew that Vhagar would be awaiting him, the she-dragon keenly aware of her rider’s agitation. Aemond longed to climb aback of her, to tear over the night sky, as if his ire could only be sated by dragonback.

Or so he initially thought.

He could not say what had stopped him—perhaps the low rumble of his nuncle. It pulled him to watch from the shadows as Daemon and his daughter, Baela, took their turns to growl at one another about the night’s events.

Rhaena was also present, also watching.

She was a woman now, with the same quiet confidence Aemond recalled as he watched her observe her father and her sister. He noted that she did not meet with their bravado on display, but instead remained watchful; her head tilted slightly with a flicker of amusement across her lovely features.

It reminded Aemond of Driftmark, all those years ago when everyone gathered to grieve, to pay their respects for Lady Laena. He was only a boy but still aware of the heavy sadness in her eyes that absorbed everything around her. He recalled when her gaze fell to him, how it rooted him to the stone. Rhaena watched at his failed attempt to try and speak from his heart; she did not scowl, but merely held a clear curiosity for whatever he had to say.

Instead, his tongue thickened and he walked away, the grief unsaid.

How quickly her expression changed later that night, how her lovely eyes burned with betrayal when he sauntered back, covered in ash, dragonless no more—

“—I know Dark Sister sings for blood,” and the taunting words brought Aemond back to see Baela squaring off towards Daemon. At that same moment, Rhaena noticed him, as if she was drawn to how his blood now burned in his veins.

Aemond stalked away, quickly and quietly, his ire rekindled. He thought of the patronizing expression that had shown in the lines of Daemon’s face. Arrogance will weigh the dragon down, his sister often sang; Aemond only scoffed at the thought.

You have lived too long, nuncle.

He heard the footfalls echoing behind, though he did not think they would follow him out to the terrace. Aemond planted his palms to the cool stone of the balustrade, greeted by the sea breeze and the distant rumble of Vhagar. He then felt her presence, that same curiosity from long ago.

You are lost, princess.

Aemond wished to frighten her, but she did not balk, but remained stance, facing him just as Baela had Daemon. Her gaze was unwavering, analyzing, almost desperate to see what was underneath. His fingers itched to show her, removing the eyepatch but even then she responded in a way that he never thought possible.

There was no pity to be found, just a genuine remorse that left him shattered—the softness and the warmth of her lips against his marred side, his skin prickling from her touch.

Back in his room, Aemond could feel the warmth emitting from the embers in front of him, or perhaps it was from the memory of what had followed that kiss, of how she fit against his chest, of how she looked up at him unabashed, unafraid, unwilling to leave him.

His fingers flexed, balling back into a fist, still feeling the ghost pulse of her erratic heartbeat from the pleasure he had pulled from her…

His blood simmered, but a soft tap on his door brought his mind back into his room. Aemond moved, a flash of silver to welcome the distraction. When he opened the door, Rhaena slipped in; she was quick to pull it closed behind her, her back pressing against the oak, breathless.

His every nerve was alight as he drank in the sight of her–her deep breaths, the rise and fall of her chest, her lithe curves pressing the pastel silk of her nightdress and her skin peering through the matching silk robe hastily pulled over. Her silver locs had been knotted back into a long braid, accompanied with a pleasant scent of rose water.

Her eyes held the same look from earlier, wide and glassy, uncertain but also unwilling to leave.

Aemond swallowed.

You came, he wished to say, but his arrogance won his tongue. “So soon, princess?”

I had to see you, she did not reply, but instead her face shifted into a coy facade. “You told me to come find you if I wished to find satisfaction…”

Her words ignited something within him and Aemond closed the space between them. His one palm grabbed her hip and the other moved to touch her jaw, gently tilting her head to claim her lips just as he had out on the terrace. Her trepidation from before was gone, now replaced with a warm familiarity as her tongue curled in rhythm with his own.

Aemond hummed his pleasure and Rhaena pulled him closer until he melded against her, the surge of fire meeting fire with a burning desperation. She gasped softly and he deepened the kiss, drawing the air from her aching lungs. His leg shifted between her thighs with a pressure that made her mewl, softly, sweetly. It trilled the length of his spine, his cock throbbing against the seams of his slacks.

He pulled back and reached for her hand, her fingers lacing as though they belonged in his grasp. She followed quietly as he pulled her towards the bed, a giggle spilling, gleeful. Then Aemond paused and turned to face her again; his large hands moved to cradle her jaw, holding her gaze, and her skin rippled with gooseflesh from the contrast of his gentle touch and the roughness of his palms.

“This will only go as far as you wish it too,” his voice was low, his words tinged with a fear that she would simply change her mind and leave.

But instead hope bloomed with the flutter of her lashes, her lips curling into a smile as she stepped closer to capture his lips. Her hands knotted into the loose fabric of his tunic and she pulled him closer still, smiling. Aemond thrummed from the taste of passion, tilting her head to savor the kiss.

The silk she had been wearing was now a puddle at her feet, and Aemond discarded his tunic, his hands pausing at the waistband of his pants. He looked at Rhaena, watching her carefully, the black now swallowing the blues and the purples of his one intensive eye, an amber gleam flickering in the sapphire of his other.

Her smile remained as she took a step back, resting on the edge of the bed. She did not look away from him as his eye trailed over her soft curves, admiring the golden glow of the fire on her brown skin, how it rose with the night air, her nipples pebbling in response.

Beautiful, he does not say but instead swallowed to wet his throat. “That bastard does not deserve you,” his rasped confession wrenched from his lungs.

Only then did she look at her hands resting on her plush thighs, and offered a soft hum in return. The boldness that had brought her to his room continued her motion, her hands reaching to grab the waistband of his slacks, her fingers precariously placed above the heady bulge that pressed against the crotch.

He felt his blood roaring to stain his cheeks as her eyes washed over his bare body, trailing the silver scars now displayed, the lines that cut into his trim waist before she met with his gaze again. Aemond allowed himself a step closer, a heavy sway, moving between her parted thighs until he was close enough for her to softly touch his unmarred side, until he could feel her breathless whisper hot against his skin–

“Then claim me.”

And he burned with how each syllable dripped with the honey that spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. “Aōhon ynot sahās,” she said, her eyes locking onto him.

Make me yours.

His hand covered her own, turning his head until his lips feathered the pulse of her wrist. “Ñuhon,” he growled against her skin, mine, and then he pushed forward until she melted into the mattress, lifting her legs and welcoming him into the cradle of her hips.

His mouth was hot, ravenous, only allowing her a moment to breathe when he moved his attention to the curve of her jaw and to her neck. His teeth nipped at her skin, leaving dark plumes of color in his wake.

He could feel her trembling beneath him, her head falling back with a gasp. “Aemond!”

It was his siren song, those sweet sounds from the terrace. They remained with his steps that brought him back to his room, echoing in his mind until it curdled the marrow of his bones, a dull ache that knotted his lower organs. He wished to draw those same sounds but with his tongue; his hands pressed to open her thighs further, and he sank between them to place an intimate kiss that made her shudder in response.

She was slick, a taste divine, and his tongue trailed between her folds until he felt her hands knotting in his hair. He feasted between her thighs with a hold that dimpled the softness of her skin, anchoring himself to her core. Aemond pulled her towards a new plateau of pleasure with his mouth, his tongue laving until she tried to writhe away.

Her back arched with the expanse of her chest begging for air, her hands moving for fistfuls of bed linen to ground herself. Her lips parted with a wordless cry as his dexterous fingers curled within her. “Aemond,” she panted, panicked, but he touched her with familiarity, feeling how her every fiber sang for him: heart thrumming, muscles tensing, desperate for more.

Aemond hummed against her cunt and the low vibration caused a soft cry, a pulse of her velvet walls around his fingers. “Sȳz riña,” he murmured, adding another finger that met with the tandem of his first. His tongue returned to carve through her sweet lips with an unrelenting pace that pulled her towards her peak.

It shuddered throughout her, a sob spilling that Aemond moved to muffle with a kiss, his praises soothing against her lips: “Sȳz riña, sȳz riña.” He melted into her warmth, her body pliant and molded against him. His arms caged her to the bed and his cock twitched, the heat from her bare cunt calling and pulling him closer.

Rhaena squirmed beneath him, and he tried to lift his weight but her nails bit into his waist, stopping him. “Aemond,” she was breathless, almost begging. “Please, I–” but she faltered to find her words. He could feel her pulse still fluttering against his chest, and she swallowed thickly.

“Aōhon ynot sahās,” she repeated, a desperation now touching her tone.

Aemond felt his heart seize in his chest, and he tilted his head for a gentle kiss. “We will begin slowly,” his voice rasped with his reserve, “I promise.”

She nodded and he was careful to slot his slender hips between her thighs, his swollen cock heavy and pressing against one side. She sighed, and he looked to see her drunken smile splayed on her lips as he nestled against her. His arm weaved between to guide himself, and she tensed from the unfamiliar pressure, his swollen head sliding through her folds and lining with her entrance.

A muscle ticked in his jaw with his concentration, his slow thrusts sinking into her warmth with a shuddering halt when his hips met with hers. Aemond then stilled, watchful, worried, seeing how her face was clouded. He moved to kiss her, his body shifting against hers, and she let out a small noise that he swallowed.

“Rhaena…”

Her eyes fixated on him, and he felt the fire in her veins pressing towards the surface. Her head nodded yes, a whispered, “Kostilus,” please, and only then did his hips begin to move. Her tension began to fall away with his slow rut, his rhythm continuing. She mewled softly, canting her hips to meet the snap of his own, sparking something different, something deeper, and he felt her tighten around him.

Aemond hummed, and his pace quickened with the lewd sound of skin-to-skin. The heat curling in his core began to spread under his skin, a bowstring taut to nearly snap at the sound of her breathless cries, the pulsing of her velvet walls that pulled him after.

He groaned, his hip stuttering, and his brow pressed to her own. He felt her legs wrapping around his waist and looked at her. Rhaena combed her fingers through the silver hair that spilled from his braid, pulling him close for a kiss.

“Stay with me,” his voice was low, blooms of red staining his cheeks. “Kostilus,” he added.

Please.

Rhaena kissed him with the promise to stay and only then did he pull away. He pulled on his slacks again, unbuttoned, and moved towards the wash basin to grab a clean cloth. Aemond turned on his heel and saw her, bashfulness now replacing her boldness from before, wrapped in the sheets. Her eyes were wide, glassy, and filled with something he now understood.

Desire, thrumming with the ichor of Old Valyria that ran rampant in their veins.

He moved towards her and a smile curled on her lips, her eyes falling to the sway of his hips and the silver patch that peered lewdly above the waist of his trousers. His hand reached to pull the sheet away while his other began to carefully wipe away his pearly spend.

She sighed, different than before, now with contentment and a consideration as her thighs fell open to welcome him again. He burned under her sense of awe as she watched his hands move over her skin; Aemond murmured his questions and she promised she felt fine, catching his wrist and bringing it to meet her lips for a kiss.

He pulled away a second time–the last time he swore–discarding the soiled cloth and pulling through his drawers to retrieve a silk scarf that had been gifted from across the narrow sea. He watched her hands move to wrap her hair and he shyly offered to knot it at the nape of her neck, pressing a chaste kiss there when he finished.

With their earlier tension spent and staining the sheets, their exchange was now natural, a tethered bond that seemed to be planted on that fateful night of Driftmark. Aemond climbed beneath the covers and his hands could not leave her, pulling her until her back was flushed to his chest, fitting like a missing piece. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close enough to feel the thrum of his heart.

Her voice was soft, breaking the quiet that had settled over them. “What will happen now?”

His hum reverberated through them and he pulled her closer until his lips could touch her shoulder once, twice, following the curve and pressing against the soft spot under her ear, pressing contemplative kisses before he said: “Tomorrow I will petition the king for your hand in marriage.”

Rhaena shifted in his arms. “What if he says no?”

He nuzzled into her neck, smiling against her skin. “Vhagar remembers you,” he began, his breath tickling; she bloomed with his words. “If they say no, I will take you to Driftmark and we will have a ceremony anyway, just as our ancestors did.”

“But what–”

“But nothing,” his tone cut through, a gentle resolve, and he pressed another kiss to the nape of her neck. Rhaena relaxed against him. “Iksā ñuhon.”

You are mine.

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