CHAPTER NINETEEN

*MATURE CONTENT*

IT had been six months since Daemerys and Aemond had been wed. The pair had earned an earful from the council the next day, nobody was more furious than Alicent and Otto but the damage had been done and the bloody sheets had proved that.

Daemerys had been worried over the last months, the lack of child that was brought the couples way made her question whether she was able to have children — the thought made her sick with guilt. Aemond had expressed his passion for wanting children with her and women tend to become with child a few months after their wedding or so she was told.

Rhaenyra had suggested it simply took time but after the birth of her sixth child, Visenya, Daemerys couldn't help but think her mothers words were a lie and it brought her no comfort.

Viserys had barely been hanging onto his life, as time went on he was in and out of consciousness and couldn't remember his own wife and children anymore — decaying would do that to a person.

"My love?", Aemond searched for his wife, looking in the library to see her walking harshly with a book in hand. A book on children that the maesters used when learning about child development and child labours.

He sighed deeply when he saw the cover and the crease in her eyebrows — he too thought of the possibility that she wasn't able to have children but held onto hope and prayed every night.

"Aemond, look", she didn't look up as she motioned for him to come over. The man strides across the room until he's standing beside her — the book propped on her arm open for him and she taps the page. Remedies to help bare children.

Of course, Aemond ran an exhaustive hand over his face before taking the book from his tired wife, the bags under her eyes from the lack of sleeping — the voices had gotten worse since their wedding.

"We have tried every option, my love. We simply just need to be patient", Daemerys frowned as Aemond took her hands and pleaded with her. She was tiring herself over giving him a child when really all he needed was for her to be healthy and Aemond knew she wasn't.

One son must fall for the dragons to dance.

Words had mushed together and the voices changed, sentences didn't always make sense to her but she hated the not knowing.

"I am tired, Aemond. I just need to rest", her hands slipped from his before she sauntered off, the library door slamming behind her made him look down to the floor. The sound of the door opening made him look back up to see his mother, a knowing look on her face that made him want to jab his other eye out.

"Don't, mother".

Alicent folded her hands over the green material of her dress, "You would not be having this problem if you had just married that Baratheon girl". She had expressed these thoughts to him in private, hoping he would divorce Daemerys as she had not given her son any children and come to his senses and wed the Baratheon girl but he did not, much to her disappointment.

"And as I've said before, Daemerys is my wife. Just because you're not happy in your marriage, doesn't mean that I should suffer the same fate", his words shocked her but he wasn't in the room long enough for her to respond.

Aemond slammed the door of the library closed and stalked down the hall — trying to keep his tears at bay, heading towards his shared chambers.

His and Daemerys' chambers were not often quiet as they'd tried to be. Moans often filtered the room to the point where Criston wanted to cut his ears off but chose to take a long stride through the gardens until they were done.

Over the last six months, Daemerys had become exceptionally good at keeping things to herself, writing secret letters to her family and only trusting Aemond and Ser Criston with matter that were going on in the Keep.

She had even tried changing her attitude when talking to the Queen but Aemond could see through her nice persona. They had been changing for the tournament, his eyes not falling from his wife's figure as she dresses herself — still refusing to have maids.

When Aemond opened their chamber door to see Daemerys getting dressed, trying to undo the laces of her corset, she turned quickly and noticed his keen eye on her and smirked, despite their growing frustrations over their lack of child, they still worked up an appetite. "Need help, my love?", Aemond watched her smirk and she looked down at his crotch that was growing harder by the second.

In a surge of confidence she moved forward, his chest grazing her own as her lips were mere centimeters of touching his to the point where if either of them moved, it would connect them. "If you want something from me, Daemerys, just say so", her breath began to tremble in excitement when his hand came in context with her cheek, feeling helpless as her body instantly melted to his touch.

"I—", she tried to speak but a moan slipped past her lips when his free band moved to grope her breast lightly.

"Use your big girl words, now", he tormented, his thumb caressing her cheek, lips grazing each other.

"Aemond, please..".

"Please what?", Daemerys held in a groan from him teasing, something he enjoyed doing in every situation they were in together, not just the intimate ones.

"Please kiss me", Aemond placed his other hand on her other cheek, kissing her fully, sighing into the kiss like he had been yearning for her.

"Perhaps I am the problem", he mumbled into the kiss causing her to draw her brows in confusion which he noticed, "I haven't been fucking you right".

A gasp left her lips when he picked her up and threw her down on the bed, "Aemond—", she squealed, but his body manoeuvred itself in between her legs, his leather trousers brushing over her clit from where her dress slipped over during their kisses.

"Shhh, pretty wife", one of his hands travelled down her waist as she undone his breaches and shoved them down his legs, his tunic and shirt coming off next. "Desperate are we?".

Daemerys huffed and wrapped her legs around him, feeling his cock enter her slowly — painfully slow. A moan ripped through her, head throwing back. His free hand that wasn't roaming her body, came to her throat and held her down on the bed, his lips coming to hers as he fucked into her sharply but slowly.

The feeling of him slowly going in and out of her was out worldly, Daemerys was sure that there was no better feeling than this and no other man could make her feel as good as Aemond.

His thrusts were careful and deep enough to the point that she felt him in her stomach. But there was no complaining from her, she was just in pure bliss. He never once relented in his pace, not until he felt her tighten around his cock harshly — a groan slipping from his open mouth.

He knew she was close, so he fastened his thrusts to get her over the edge quicker, wanting nothing more than to see her fucked out face — hopefully this time it would give them a babe. "Open up your eyes, my love."

Her eyes opened and he groaned, tears fell down her face, moans slipping from her as he held her throat tighter but not enough to hurt her. Her gaze was innocent as she looked up at him but Aemond knew Daemerys was anything but innocent.

Daemerys pushed his hand from her neck and rolled over, his back hitting the sheets softly as she continued the pace, rolling her hips on top of him — moans spluttered from his pretty mouth which made her smirk. "Good boy, cum for me, Aemond".

His hands tightened around her waist? Fingers digging into her hips that were sure to leave bruised but neither cared. Her hands laid flat on his scarred chest, using it to move up and down his cock — the feeling of him coming undone underneath her sent her over the edge — cumming on him.

Aemond heaved as she slowly stopped moving, the feeling of his cum dropped down her thighs and onto him. He sat up quick and laid her down on the mattress when her eyes grew tired and lifted her legs up. "What are you doing?", Daemerys looked up at him amused.

"I read that if you keep your legs up after sex, it helps  you get pregnant", Aemond shrugged and kept her legs up for a few moments, just admiring her glowing face and glossy eyes, before letting her legs go and helping her get redressed and cleaned up.

That was two months ago, Daemerys and Aemond had been wed for eight months now and things had started to turn around for them. There was a tournament to be held that day in honour of King Viserys health or lack of it.

The son didn't see much point of his father having an event he wouldn't even be able to attend to but his mother was persistent — like she was with everything.

The man rolled over that morning, the sun beaming through the curtain and into his face, his back covered Daemerys face from the light hence her lack of waking up. His fingers brushed over her face, making her shift before her eyes slowly opened.

"Morning, my love", he whispered and she smiled, burring herself into his chest — sighing in content. Neither spoke of the tournament that they were supposed to be attending that day and simply enjoyed each others company.

Daemerys had been trying to hide her swollen belly from Aemond for the last month, she didn't want it to be 'too good to be true' but the maester had confirmed she was passed the danger period of her pregnancy which relieved her — she wanted to tell Aemond but with the tourney approaching and the man volunteering to enter despite his common words, "I don't give a shit about tourneys", he decided to enter.

She had been feeling sick, worried over him fighting but he had assured her that he was a good swordsman and would not get hurt. She had wrote letters to her mother, announcing her news in secret — Ser Criston delivering them himself via his own raven.

Her mother had been ecstatic, happy for the news and spoke of travelling to the Keep for the tournament though she knew that her mother really wanted to see her. Rhaenyra could tell through Daemerys' letters that the love the pair had developed to pure and true love which was often overwhelming for the woman.

The love Daemerys held for Aemond left her breathless under his gaze but she revelled in it and it made her heart beat faster, and she felt so safe in his arms. The two acting as though they had been married for years, having had quietly sat by each other in the library, Aemond reading to her and Daemerys suggesting books to him.

She would listen as he explained his studies and she would act interested before tugging on the strings of his tunic to the point he picked her up and fucked her into a bookshelf of on the floor — wherever they could, they did.

"This is the first time I have woken before you", Aemond's voice was deep from the nights sleep, his wife let her eyes flutter as he pressed a light kiss to the top of her head — letting her fingers dance upon his naked torso.

Daemerys slowly raised her head to stare at him, hr stared back before looking at her with an eyebrow slightly raised and smile playing upon his lips, "I'm nervous, I worry something bad may happen".

Aemond smiled at her lack of trust in him but understood her reasoning, he wouldn't like it if it were her competing against those men. "You have no need to worry, my love, I am a—".

"Great swordman", he turned to face her with fake annoyance when she finished his sentence but she laughed and shook her head. "I know because it's what you always say".

Aemond rolled his eyes and tickled her, sending the woman into a laughing mess as she tried shoving him away. The door burst open, causing the two to cover their naked bodies to see Daemon announce himself. "Morning, lovebirds".

The man was followed by Rhaenyra who smiled brightly at the two, Lucerys and Jacaerys hovered awkwardly in the entrance. Daemon filled his cup with tea before sitting by their fireplace and rested his dirty shoes on the table.

"Oh my gods", Daemerys fell against her pillow, looking to the ceiling for some strength but found none. Aemond was already moving, and she let herself roll to the side to let him out — the man trying to cover himself while he got dressed.

"Please be careful today, Aemond. I will require you back in my bed tonight in exceptional condition", the man looked back at her with a smirk before kissing her softly and walking out of their chambers but not before greeting his sister with a nod.

"My sweet girl", Rhaenyra sat by the foot of the bed, throwing her daughter her robe so she could cover herself and get up. Daemerys kicked off the sheets when she was wrapped up and smiled to her mother.

"It's been so long", the pair hugged, Rhaenyra caressed her stomach, her belly swollen already and Daemon watched the pair from his seat with a soft look, his daughter was no longer a baby — the thought made him almost sad.

"A congratulations are in order", Jacaerys spoke from the back of the room.

"Yes, a quiet congratulations, brother", Daemerys raised an eyebrow but smiled and brought him into a hug — Lucerys instantly followed and hugged her waist but was careful of her bump.

"You have not told him yet?", Daemon asked when Daemerys ventured over to him and kissed his cheek before taking the seat opposite him and held her stomach gently.

"Not yet, I'm telling him after the tourney. I do not want him to be distracted and we've been trying for so long that I thought it would be a nice surprise once I knew that everything was okay".

"Wise choice, my girl", she smiled to her mother before clapping her hands, a smile adoring her face. "How's my little sister?".

"She's well, little Visenya looks just like mother", Lucerys sat on the floor by her chair and smiled at the mention of his sister. Daemerys could tell that he cared deeply for their sister just like he did with the rest of their family and her heart warmed knowing he would be an excellent uncle to her babe.

"I have no doubt. Though I must get ready for the tourney now. Mother?".

Rhaenyra nodded and ushered the boys out the room, helping Daemerys get ready. A blue dress hung from her body, pearls and diamond earrings adorned her neck and ears that were all gifted by Aemond.

"You look beautiful".

"Thank you, mother".

The arena was loud and spacious, Rhaenyra and Daemerys found their seats by their family and sat — ignoring the piercing gaze from Alicent and Otto. The Queen and Rhaenyra had not spoke since their fight over the wedding that was produced behind Alicent's back.

Ser criston came up from behind Daemerys and tapped her back, the woman turned and smiled at the man who smiled back, "Forgive me, Daemerys, I was helping the Knight's Watch with Prince Aemond's protection".

Daemerys smiled and waved her hand, "All is well, take a seat", she gestured to the free seat beside her, Rhaenyra sitting next to Daemon on her other side. She had grown accustomed to Ser Cole's close friendship with her daughter and as time went on she grew thankful that her daughter had a friend and a knight to protect her.

"Daemerys—", the man went to protest but sat when she gave him a pointed look, he glanced to her belly and smiled lightly which didn't go unnoticed by her and she patted his hand with a nod.

The tournament went on for several hours before Aemond came on. The family looked up when Baela and Rhaena sat on the row behind them, sharing smiled and hand rubs of comfort — Princess Rhaenys sat with them. Daemerys had last heard from her mother that Baela and Rhaena had been spending some time in Driftmark with Rhaenys. She missed Lord Corlys and hoped that he would be back from the war soon.

Aemond trotted on his horse to the box his wife resided in, lifting his helmet off, silver hair swaying neatly behind his back, "May I ask for my lovely wife's favour?".

Daemerys smiled but glared at Jace who faked being sick, she stood and picked up her blue reef and slid it down his weapon, blowing him a kiss, "Good luck". Aemond smiled and nodded before placing his helmet back on, Daemerys sat back down and watched anxiously throughout the remained of the tourney.

The one eyed prince became victor, making Daemerys run down to the arena and into his arms — kissing him softly, the crowd cheering at their pronounced love. Rhaenyra looked to Daemon and smiled, the man rolling his eyes but smiled as well.

They were a match. A good one.

"You did so good, my love. I am so proud".

"It's your favour that helped me".

Daemerys hugged him tightly as Otto announced a family dinner to celebrate the Prince's victory, Aemond raised an eyebrow to his wife who matched his gaze — the Targaryens and Hightower's didn't have a very good history with family dinners but Daemerys looked at her husbands smile and knew that she was going to tell him that night, that she was carrying their child.