CHAPTER FIFTEEN
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

Later that evening Aenemera was traveling through the castle halls by herself after spending some much more time with her siblings while her mother sat with the king for a few hours in private.

Aenemera was much ready to turn in for the night but as she passed an open door that led into one of the many sitting rooms that were meant for privacy; her gaze full upon Aegon who stood near the fireplace with a firm grasp on his cup of wine.

When their eyes met for a brief moment, Aegon immediately perked up and waved her into the room. "My niece! Come join me."

Aenemera pressed her lips together firmly and followed his command although she was easily against it during the late night. "Yes, uncle?" She folded her hands in front of herself as he perched his free arm on the fireplace handle.

"Thoughts on Lord Vaemond making a return to accuse your brothers? I'm sure its quite stressful for one, is it not?" He took a heavy sip from his cup and Aenemera visibly tensed at his comment.

"Aegon, I do not wish to have this conversation." She denied gently. "This topic never ends well for anyone, yes? And it's far too late."

"I urge you to stop talking like my mother," he rolled his eyes and placed his cup down on top of the fireplace. "It's just a mere conversation with family. I heavily want your opinion in preparation for tomorrow."

"You don't need anything," she responded sternly then quickly caught herself by closing her eyes to breathe. "The question of the legitimacy of my brothers will cause — "

"What? What will it cause exactly?" He asked with a warning tone.

Aenemera bit down on both of her inner cheeks as she watched Aegon make his way towards her while rubbing his palms together. "Father to slap me around like mother? We're fast past that now, no?"

"Aegon, I have now desire to talk to you about my siblings. You have done nothing but speak so poorly of them." She hissed out in his direction. Her eyebrows furrowed with annoyance and she was ready to run from the room to escape.

"But, it is no surprise — " his eyebrows raised with curiosity, "I know you believe it too."

Aenemera took a steady yet intimidating stride towards the older boy and glared at him strongly. "I advise you heavily to keep your mouth shut and not finish that sentence."

"Are you threatening me princess?"

"It's no mere threat when I'm defending my brothers," she snapped at him, causing Aegon to flinch backwards but never move from his spot. "Anybody who dares to call them bastards and whisper rumors behind their back while I'm around will severely be met with consequences."

Aegon blinked several times in surprise. It was the first time she ever came for him directly, especially when she spent most of her time letting her anger out on Aemond.

"If you speak that way to me again, I'll make sure to have you punished." Aegon bit back with a heavy drunken glare now. "I'm not so much like my baby brother."

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She spat out heavily.

Aegon suddenly lifted his hand and used the back of it to smack Aenemra across the face as a reaction to her cruel comment. But the action left both of them in shock as Aegon suddenly moved back and Aenemera held her swollen cheek in silence.

Alicent entered the room now after briefly catching the assault by the last second. She grabbed Aegon by the arm and pushed him back towards the fire with wide eyes. "What is wrong with you!"

Aemond was next to enter the room, almost as if he was close behind waiting for Aenemera to make an appearance, but the shift of energy in the room had him further confused.

Aenemera hadn't moved from her spot as tears sat at her bottom lash line from the pain and anger stirring together. Alicent rushed over and held her wrist gently as she tried to get a look at the mark. "Aenemera, let me see."

"What happened?" Aemond asked with a strong voice as his gaze shifted from the princess to his brother who remained still by the fireplace, unmoving with his gaze latched to the carpet.

"I'm fine," the girl scolded the entire family before shrugging from the queen's grasp and quickly leaving the room.

Alicent slowly turned to her son Aegon with a frustrated glare. "Go to your room. 'll deal with you later."

Aegon didn't say another word but reached for his cup before his leave. "Aegon, leave it!" Alicent shouted and he quickly dropped his hand before leaving the room in silence.

The queen clutched her hands into fists as she tried to come up with quick solutions for the situation that just happened. Aemond on the other hand stood there silently waiting for some kind of direction from his mother. But she remained silent, he started making his way out the door. "I'll go speak with him."

"Aemond." She called out to him sternly and he slowly turned around to face her. "You need to go check on your wife, make sure she is well."

His lips twitched in worry for this suggestion. He knew nothing good could possibly come from it but she was right, he needed to comfort her through the pain. "Very well."

Inside Aenemera's room she sat at the round table near her fireplace and began to pour herself a glass of cherry wine. Her piercing lilac eyes watched the flames dance around in front of her while she sipped down on the alcohol and the feeling burned the inside of her throat.

A presence knocked on her bedroom door and before she got the chance to tell them she wanted to be alone, Aemond was already inviting himself inside and closing it behind him.

Aenemera looked back at the man and immediately rolled her eyes with a strong sigh. She picked up the glass and continued to sip down her wine.

"I've come to see how you were."

The girl laughed, expecting it to be meant with a playful tone but he stood near the door with his hands latched behind his back as always. "I'm devastatingly perfect, better than ever, honest."

Aemond glanced towards the ceiling in silence before making his way over to the table and started pouring himself a drink.

"Being assaulted by your brother was truly everything I ever asked for, Aemond." She glared up at him with slightly red and swollen eyes. There was no denying she cried a bit after leaving the sitting room.

Aemond's chest pulled and lurched at her broken down sight. It was very, extremely, rare that Aenemera ever allowed herself to look weak in front of others. Let alone shed a few tears if they weren't joyful.

"I deeply apologize for my brother's actions." He remained standing on the opposite side of the table as Mera was slouched down, forcing herself another sip. "He's been uncontrollable lately. His drinking has gotten heavier and it'll never excuse the way he treated you tonight."

"So then why are you here apologizing for him?" She raised an eyebrow and began pouring herself more wine from the table.

A muscle in Aemonds jaw twitched as he stared down at the princess while she continued to drink. "Because I'm aware how stressful the day has been for you and how it'll carry out through the week."

Aenemera sat her glass down and leaned forward, folding her hands together on top of the table. "You actually care about how I feel? And here I thought you couldn't wait to hear my brothers be questioned and antagonized for hours." She suddenly stood from the chair now by moving it back with a screech. "Better yet, how about you go and comfort your brother since the news seems to be harming him so much!"

"Will you not let me comfort you?" He now demands with a strong voice. He set the glass down on the table and walked around towards the princess. "Here I am trying to comfort my biggest battle compared to claiming Vhagar rather than sitting with my own family for the evening."

"I have never, not once, asked for your comfort Aemond!" Aenemera shouted while she began to pace back and forth along her rug, surely creating holes within the flooring now. "I have never in my life so badly wanted to be with my family! This place sucks the fucking soul from me."

Aemond's eye widen as he pointed towards his own chest in anger, watching the princess pace in frustration. "Do you think I asked for this for this marriage myself? That I deeply requested to be beside you until the day I die?"

Aenemera let out a loud laugh before turning to him sharply. "By the God's you are such a cunt."

He strode towards her quickly now and pointed a long finger in the direction of her face while his eye was blazing with furry. "You have no idea what I've had to endorse all these years while sticking up for your self-righteous pain in the ass towards anyone that dares disrespect you. If anyone is exhausted, it's me. I'm the one who can't go another fucking argument with you in the next life."

Mera quickly turned away and stormed towards her table, snatching the cup up and gripping it so tightly that her fingers were turning white. She then turned back to the boy as he stood on the opposite end of the room. "If you want to get rid of me so badly then you'll have to kill me."

The boy flared his nostrils in anger as he took a threatening step towards the princess but she was unmoving from her spot as she chugged down the rest of the wine from her cup. "Aenemera Targaryen you are the fucking bane of my existance but by the God's I could never invision my life without you by my side. I desire to be around you and it's fucking unthrilling having to constantly listen to you disobey my commands, but the days without you antagonizing me have been the loniest."

Aenemera gaped at the boy in surprise by his words. Almost like her breath had been snatched by her chest but she wasn't finished arguing by any means, just like he had expected. " Then why don't you ever give me a day to breathe without having to worry about how our arguments will end! I am utterly exhausted by your cruel words and your evil nature. Not once have you actually shown a pint of care towards your own wife — even if we despise each other so much!"

Aemond stared at the princess through dark and angered eyes, something gathering in his chest that he could no longer fight off while being in her presence. It was her passionate and defensive nature for her family that had him twisting on the inside and wanting to grasp onto something.

The way she always stood in front of him angry at the world and using profanities that weren't right for a princess always had him so intrigued. Even besides the disgusting rumors and cruel looks she could receive, she always carried herself so well as if she wasn't aware of any of it.

As she stood there and continued to yell at him with those insanely gorgeous yet cursed lilac eyes, Aemond was feeling eager with his next move. Nothing was more thrilling than a powerful woman trying to put you in your place.

" — I am heavily aware of the rumors that spur behind my back when I'm not around! They question my own legitimacy and hate the way I stand up for myself! Princess Aenemera is no queen, she could never properly claim the throne without being the reason for the Targaryens downfall."

Aemond started stalking towards her without warning, like an animal following its prey and caught her off guard by holding onto her face with the palms of his hands then crashing their lips together in a much awaited heated kiss.

The princess tried to settle her glass on the table before bringing her hands up to his neck and undoubtedly diving harder for his taste as their bodies pressed against one another.

"You talk too much," Aemond mumbled against her mouth but then had her head tilting backwards as he captured her lips again for more. Never in his life did he think someone could taste so sweetly, and that was excusing the taste of wine lingering on her tongue.

His fingers grasped the back of her neck to keep her from moving while their tongues clashed and her smaller hands traveled along his scarred cheek, desperately trying to feel more of him.

When Aemond pulled away for a single heartbeat just for them to catch their breath, he watched Aenemera pathetically chase after his lips without opening her own eyes.

He smirked down at the girl before leaning down and grabbing onto her thighs now then lifting her up from the ground. A short gasp traveled from her throat but got tangled onto his lips he went back for more while his hand swiped everything on the table to the ground with a crash.

He placed her down gently on top of the table while her hands now traveled around his covered chest. He reached for her face again and pulled her in closer while standing in between her legs now.

Her nightgown was thin and pale, hidden behind her warm robe that he was growing eager to tear off immediately because the room was growing way too hot for his liking.

He decided to pick her up again by her legs and carry her over to her large size bed then settle her down on her feet. He spun her around so her back was facing his chest and he made work at getting rid of her comfy robe.

The fabric dropped to the ground and his lips made home at her neck, moving her hair away from the side and attacking her pulse with gentle kisses.

Aenemra closed her eyes eagerly and tilted her head off to the side with gentle sighs escaping her lips. Her chest was heaving from the adrenaline and the feel of his touch for the first time. It was burning through her skin and she never expected herself to be in this position.

When he finished attacking her neck and leaving a trail of kisses down her shoulder, she turned around and sat down on the bed. Her gaze was fixated up at him with wide curious eyes and red swollen lips.

It was now his favorite kind of artwork to look upon.

He reached down and pressed a soothing kiss to her lips once more. His actions were slow and fragile, purposely taking his time to taste her again as if he could ever forget.

She reached up to grab onto his leather jacket now, making quick work to undo the large clasps. He helped her with the rest of the work before shrugging off his jacket easily then reaching behind him to peel off the dark tunic.

She watched his muscles flex with his movements and his pale skin greet her in a few seconds followed by his toned body that was covered in a few scars.

She reached up to touch them with her fingers but he grabbed her gently, pulling her back to her feet and pressing a kiss to her lips all while reaching for the end of her night dress.

She bit the bottom of her lip as she raised her arms and allowed him to pull the fabric from her body and drop it to the ground right after. His eye silently flickered around her figure and she felt herself growing warm under his long stare.

"Aenemera," he whispered to the girl and she nodded up at him. "Ao sagon gevie." ❪ you're beautiful ❫

She smiled up at him and reached for his face, her thumb running across his bottom while he ghosted his hand behind her back and caressed her spine. "Hae issi ao, ñuha dārilaros." ❪ as are you, my prince ❫

Aemond dipped down and captured her lips once more with passion while gently pushing her back on the bed. She crawled backwards while keeping her lips latched to his in a heated kiss. His left hand held the back of her neck while the other made quick work of his own pants to remove the last garment keeping them apart.

"Bella," He whispered against her lips. "So beautiful."

Once they were both fully naked and seen by each other through the moonlight and the fire coming from the fireplace, Aemond wanted to take his time admiring her but he felt guilty for desperately wanting to feel her.

All the years of built up tension and frustration between their never ending arguments, he only ever found himself growing more attached to her. And he hated how long they spent pitifully hating each other since childhood.

"Aemond, right now." She spoke with desperation. Her fingers gently clawed at the back of his neck, staring up at the boy and not wanting to waste another minute without him. "Please," she whispered to him.

She reached up to his patch now and went to move the strap but he quickly grabbed her wrist to keep her from moving. "I want to see it," she frowned up at him. "I want to see you."

Aemond opened his mouth wanting to disagree but he couldn't get past her pleading eyes. Even from the first time she saw his ruby eye, not once did she flinch away from him like he was a monster. She was the one person he knew he could trust with this insecurity.

"Konīr iksis daor jorrāelagon naejot ruaragon skori ao sagon lēda nyke." She promised him gently as her thumb caressed the scare riding down his cheek. ❪ there is no need to hide when you are with me ❫

He feverishly captured her lips with his and removed his patch by himself, tossing it to the other side of the bed while she caressed his face with both of her hands. His blonde hair was falling over his shoulders and her own was tickling her neck from behind.

He used his left hand to slide down her leg and grasped her thigh before pressing it against his waist. She took a moment to suck in a short breath once his lips started attacking her shoulder and the tip of his cock started pushing against her folds with a single rut of his hips.

Mera let out a quick moan with her head tilting backwards against the fine quilt on her bed. Her fingers now held onto his shoulder blades while he reached down and used her own slick to cover his tip, stroking in between her folds gently. Her breathless moans filled his ears like butterflies from the gardens flapping their wings against the wind.

When he felt that her body was ready, he slowly moved past her folds and entered himself through her tight cunt, in which he grunted in response while she let out a breathless gasp at the same time.

The air in her lungs suddenly got caught and the grip she had on his shoulder blades strengthened while he slowly continued to fit himself inside completely. The size adjustment was slightly painful, but she allowed her body to relax and adjust to his full length or else it would never feel blissful.

Aemond dropped his forehead against her chest briefly before raising it and looking down at his princess. "Tell me I can move," he whispered gently to her while brushing the few strands of hair from her face.

"Yes — yes, it's okay." She spoke breathlessly to him.

He placed a soothing kiss on her shoulder and closed his eye as he made the first long thrust. Aenemera tilted her head back again and bit down on her bottom lip from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

His thrusts started to gain its own pace as he continued to pepper gentle kisses along her arm and shoulder while she moaned out to him like a beautiful mantra. Once his hips began to snap at a faster place, he bit down on her shoulder to keep himself from loudly groaning out.

But the princess couldn't keep her voice down as the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm her. Aemond never slowed down or went above what she could handle and continued to study her facial expressions to know what was good and what wasn't.

Her soft and magical sounds were causing his ego to rise and his pride take over. If he couldn't get her to shut up any other way, this would have to do.

"Aemond," she whispered to him between breaths. "Please don't stop."

He let out a soft groan from her begging, his hand latching onto her thigh again and keeping a firm grip to where she couldn't move. "You fit me so well, princess." He egged her own, a small smirk forming on his lips with pride.

"Your cunt does a beautiful job taking me," he whispered in her ear before planting a soft kiss there. "Ziry iksos doing wonders naejot ñuha orvorta." ❪ it's doing wonders to my cock ❫

His filthy words had her sinking further into the cotton and her cunt tightening around him with eager release. He almost choked from the feeling of her grasping onto his length. "Look at me, Aenemera," he whispered to her and gently held onto her jaw.

The princess tiredly opened her eyes as he didn't slow down his hips for even a single moment, his pelvic slapping against hers while his thumb rubbed across her chin. He dropped his hand from her thigh and placed it over her stomach where he could feel his own bulge.

"Ao sagon ñuhon." He told her with a soft groan rolling up his throat as he pressed a soft kiss against her cheek. "All mine." ❪ you're mine ❫

"Aemond," she gasped out, no longer able to hold back from the pleasure. "I need to — please." She couldn't keep her eyes open to gaze up at him as she felt her orgasm curling up in the pits of her stomach.

Her cunt continued to spaz around his cock repeatedly and if she didn't stop, he wouldn't be able to wait for her.

She suddenly reached up for his face with both hands and pleading eyes. "Please."

Aemond leaned down and captured her lips with his in a long passionate kiss, giving one more forceful thrust that had himself reaching up and grasping onto the thick black headboard to her bed to control himself.

Within a matter of seconds she felt her eyes roll backwards and her chest push up into his own while she got taken over by her own high.

Aemond let out a string of curses under his breath as he quickly looked down at his wife to get a glimpse of her blissful tired out reaction. It was better than he could imagine but his hips continued to snap violently against hers as he started to chase out his own high.

She let out several moans and whimpers from the overstimulation but Aemond wasn't taking any break on her cunt as he continued to pound into it with desperation. He so badly wanted to take his time with her and unravel her like a gift from the God's but the wetness coming from her cunt was driving him up a wall.

"Ñuha soul, ñuha zaldrīzes, ñuha dāria." He couldn't stop himself from complimenting her as his chest tightened with desire and he was suddenly emptying himself completely inside of her. ❪ my soul, my dragon, my queen ❫

Both of their heads dropped to the bed simultaneously with exhaustion. Sweat covered their bodies and Aemond was unmoving as his chest heaved and Aenemera caressed his back with her finger tips.

Once they were able to both collect themselves and detach from each other, Aemond had Aenemera pulled to his bare chest. His fingers made quick work to smooth down her blonde hair from the sweat and pent up frustration while she lay there with her eyes closed and her hand resting over his heart.

❪ dylan ❫
this chapter is 4k words long. i desperately hope this wasn't cringe or unbearable to read, if it was —— lie to me about it i beg