CHAPTER SIXTEEN
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

"When I was thirteen, before we got married —- my brother took me to a brothel. Said it was time to get wet. I didn't want to be there —- the discomfort and distaste, but anything to spend time with my brother, he needed me."

Aenemera silently rubbed his chest with her fingers, occasionally gazing up at him while his eye was centered out the window looking at the stars.

He was telling her stories about his childhood that she was unaware of, opening up about insecurities and the things he's had to endorse alone.

"When we got married, I thought things would be fine — for a brief moment. As if the God's were giving me some space. Because if I was married, I wouldn't have to do all those disgusting things as a child." His fingers combed through her hair as he finally glanced down at her. "But now that I'm older I've adapted better and accepted I can't change those things."

She laid her arm across his chest and leaned upwards to face him with a frown. Her finger tip graze his sharp jaw then his lips with admiration before shaking her head. "It's not fair to you — holding these secrets day to day. Where were they when you needed to cry? The youngest son is still as important as the first."

"I'm glad you view it that way," he told her gently while brushing one of her curls behind her ear. "But it's just the way things go. It won't change anything now."

She nodded knowingly and glanced down at his chest, caressing circles and other shapes into his soft fair skin. "I've always thought I was the loneliest here," she admitted.

"You spoke to only Helaena," he pointed out.

"Because Helaena didn't make me pray to the God's that the world would come to an end."

They both laughed softly and Aenemera tilted her head to the side while gazing up at him. Between his lilac eye and blue gem where his other eye used to be, she swore to the seven's that this was the most beautiful sight.

Be up close to him for the first time to take in all his charming features had her stomach in a frenzy with butterflies. She never noticed how handsome he actually was.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered to her softly.

Aenemera grinned and carefully rolled out of the bed. "I believe that's my business." She stood naked with her back facing the boy before picking up one of the covers that landed on the floor and wrapping it around herself.

She opened the doors to her balcony and walked outside, causing Aemond the grumble under his breath with jealousy. "Someone could see you."

"It's fine," she reassured him with a gentle laugh.

He tilted his head back against the headboard while he stared at her from across the room. Her blonde curly locks from the mixture of braids and sweat were resting down her bare back with a slight breeze moving past them.

Her right arm held onto the blanket, keeping it wrapped firmly across her chest while she leaned her free arm across the balcony.

She was busy peering out into the kingdom, her eyes flickering between the lights and listening to the distant shouts from the dragons.

Aemond climbed out of the bed next and wrapped a thin sheet around his waist as he made his way out to join her.

His chin rested against her shoulder and his hands caged her in on the balcony as his chest pressed against her back.

She leaned into him in a relaxing manner, her head tilting back until his soft lips were pressing against her temple. He had been so honest with her tonight that it feel like they bonded closer together now. It made her want to feel even closer to him, even if that meant opening up to him about her own weaknesses and strengths.

"Tell me," he whispered to the girl, referring to his question moments ago about what was on her mind.

She chewed down on her inner cheek with a short fill of anxiety. She wanted to be honest with him — as he was with her, but it was the fear of how he would react that had her hesitating.

His lips trailed down the skin of her neck to her shoulder. Basking in her warmth and soft features before she turned around to face him.

Her hands fanned against his chest and he finally opened his eye to stare down at her with a small hint of a smile.

"I'm thinking about how we'll present ourselves to other people now."

She bit her tongue nervously. The statement wasn't exactly what she wanted to bring up but it wasn't quite far fetched to what she was also thinking about.

"Meaning?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Meaning. We actually enjoy each other's presence now — we're more tender. The people are going to think we're crazy." She managed to laugh out and Aemond smirked down at her.

"I don't give a shit what those people think. Especially that boy Maverick," he whispered the boys name into her ear then planted a kiss at her pulse. "I'll fuck you in front of him if that's what it takes to keep him from looking at you with desire."

Aenemera gasped at his words and quickly pushed back on his shoulders, staring up at him in disbelief. "Aemond!"

His shoulders shook as he laughed to himself, followed by a slight shake of his head. "I'm not the only one to notice it."

"Then it may bring you a peace of mind that I don't notice it nor do I care. He's not the person I'm worried about."

"You should care if other men are looking at my wife." Aemond warned. "Because then I'll have to tear their eyes from their sockets."

Aenemera rolled her own at his harsh but incredibly believable statement. She never paid attention to what other men were doing because she always noticed when Aemond looked uncomfortable around them.

"Tell me something true," he asked while rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. "Tell me something real."

Aenemera turned her gaze away briefly before he gently pinched her chin with worry to bring her attention back to him.

"Why must you always turn away from me?" He asked with worried eyes and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Because what I tell you can cause you to never look at me the same way."

"I don't believe that," he shakes his head. "I burn for you Aenemera —- I'm not going anywhere."

Sadness flexed across her face as she looked at him with fear and worry, but she choked it down like a lump in her throat. "Okay." She whispered all while holding his elbow to keep him still.

"I'm not one of Laenor's children," she spoke gently. "I'm Daemons rightful daughter."

Aemond blinked several times while deep in thought. It wouldn't be possible for Rhaenyra and Daemon to have a child who was already fifteen; unless.

"The night you mentioned I reminded you of Daemon, it is true." She bit down on her bottom lip and squeezed his elbow gently for support. "My mother and father made a mistake before she was married. She carried me to full term and they claimed me as Laenor's to keep me safe. But —- I didn't know until many many years later when I both over heard them speaking of this."

Panic rose in her chest as Aemond leaned backwards and his facial expression became unreadable.

"I've never told a soul —- nobody else knows, God's forbid. But yes I am a —- " her mouth gaped open with fear now, choking on the last word to reach her lips. "Bastard."

Aemond remained silent for several heartbeats. He never pulled away from Aenemera but occasionally his gaze would flicker towards the city lights or the ocean waves in the distance. His thoughts were unclear but things had finally made sense to all his years of questions and confusion.

"Aemond?" She whispered his name.

The boy slowly looked down at her to meet eyes. His fingers began to caress the skin at her waist reassuringly as he gave her a single nod.

"Your honesty is much appreciated," he assured her gently. "Your parents are married now — they're living up to their mistake now. But you," he dropped his voice down deeply, leaning his forehead against hers. "You are no mistake, Aenemera."

Her eyes closed tightly as she pulled his face closer to hers and pressed their lips together forcefully. "Thank you," she whispered against his lips.

His arms traveled around her waist as he devoured her lips and tasted the sweetest of her tongue once again.

He reached down and picked her up off the ground, carrying them back into her chambers and settling her down on the bed again.

"Tell me something else," he encouraged her while traveling his lips down her chest and towards her stomach.

Her hands reached for his long locks and she bit back a soft moan until he started planting soft kissing along her inner thighs.

"My mother was asking for grandchildren earlier," she responded breathlessly.

Aemond slowly lifted his head from in between her legs and looked at her with an intense gaze that had her sinking into the bed again from intimidation.

"Is a child what you wish for?"

His long slender fingers caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs while she peeled her eyes away from him, embarrassed from the naked exposure and the way his thick voice did things to her.

"Aenemera," her name rolled off his tongue like a beautiful curse and he gently squeezed her thigh in response.

Her eyes flickered back down to his as her chest rose with anticipation. From where he was kneeling and his words coming off with a demanding tone, it had her feeling like she was free falling through pleasure.

Without her response, Aemond slowly crawled up her body until he was right above her with his long hair tickling her warm cheeks.

"Do you wish to bare my children?" He mumbled, his gaze was hazy and driven with desire. His fingers started to dance their way down the skin of her legs, itching closer to the place he knew she needed him most.

Aenemera reached up for him, grabbing his face and holding onto his back with silent pleads from her eyes. After the first time she wanted more and there was no doubt the idea of carrying his children was causing her body to react with a desperate need. She nodded eagerly and practically begged to be kissed by him, but he wasn't easily persuaded.

"You would make the most beautiful mother," he whispered to her as his fingers glided through her folds finally and pushed a breathy moan past her lips.

"Caring, passionate, protective — " he pressed a kiss to her lips once before curling his fingers inside her cunt to where she released a choked moan. "The thought of you carrying my heir makes me never want you to leave this bedroom."

His long fingers continued to work their magic on her while she moaned out his name and continuously begged for more.

Aenemera never wanted to leave this bedroom, and she never wanted Aemond to leave her side.

They were too much the same when it came to driven by fire. Passion filled their hearts once they connected and officially sealed their bond after years of patience and arguments.

Aenemera fully believed she was the only one afraid of losing him, unknowing that if she ever slipped from his grasp — he would burn down the entirety of kings landing just to find her again.

❪ dylan ❫
me: i'm going to make this chapter about the choppy

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