𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Dabbing away the dried blood from my lip, Aemond passes behind me in the mirror looking for something sporting a bare chest and my mouth goes dry, admiring what was now officially mine.

We'd done it, I was Aemond's wife, eternally his and I'd never felt more alive.

We'd both been eager to get away but with the news from the Stepstones we couldn't disappear just yet. I made a promise to Luke and I intended to keep that promise.

Not realizing I'm already watching him I seem to distract him as he tilts his head to the side, his hungry gaze trailing up my body in appreciation before meeting my eyes.

Arching an eyebrow in amusement he comes closer, brushing his fingertips against my chest bringing my hair over my shoulders.

Every time he touches me it feels like the first time, my body reacting to his as if it's been anticipating him my whole life.

Keeping our eyes connected Aemond presses his lips against the crook of my neck.

Trembling beneath his towering body his hands start on the back of my dress at a pace that's torture.

"I had the servants prepare a hot tub. Take a bath with me, my love." His voice is a gruff whisper only audible because of his closeness, his breath fanning across my neck sending a chill up my spine.

"Is the tub big enough for two?" I ask, my breath hitching in my throat when his lips continue down my back as he unlaces the dress.

"Mine is. Or should I say... ours." He chuckles but when he says that my heart flutters, not taking it at all lightly.

"Ours," I breathe with a smile, quite enjoying the sound of that.

Helping my dress down my shoulders the top half of me is bare. Taking my hand he helps me step out of it, the world growing smaller by the moment the longer he looked at me.

Biting his lip he comes closer, placing one hand on my waist and the other tipping up my chin so our lips are aligned.

"For as long as I could remember all I'd wanted was a dragon... but that night everything changed. It wasn't just Vhagar I bonded with on Driftmark it was you too." His violet eye swirled with emotion, pouring every bit of love he had for me into mine until I was happily drowning in it.

"I used to think I was just your joke, another bastard unworthy of you and your family." I scoff, shaking my head but he turns my face back to his.

"Never, Elaena. You were everything to me then, and now? Somehow you've become even more. Our blood and our souls are one now, there's nothing we won't conqeour together including the Seven Kingdoms I swear it." He says.

"If I died tonight I'd die a happy woman. I don't need the Seven Kingdoms, all I need is you, Aemond." I confess.

Tracing the curve of my jaw he rests his forehead against mine, "Fuck I'm the luckiest man in the Realm."

Cracking a smirk similar to the one he wears he almost presses his lips to mine before I agree saying, "The luckiest."

This kiss we share is patient and soft, unlike our usual passionate exchanges and it's a nice change of pace. Taking hold of my waist he guides me to the tub and I trust him, keeping my eyes closed and our lips locked.

Breaking for air he sweeps me up in his arms, placing me in the steaming hot bath water. Leaning back into the tub the warm water relieves all stress and tension held in the core of my bones and I sigh in relief.

Coming to sit behind me I'm oh so aware of both of our nakedness but like the kiss, the air between us is different, more settled.

Some may have quarrel with our love but it was of no use now, there was no separating us.

First, Aemond starts with my hair unbraiding all the intricate braids my mother had helped me with earlier this evening. Bringing his arm back around my waist he brings me all the way back to him so I'm pressed up against his chest.

Using a washcloth from the basin Aemond works it against my skin trailing up my back, tilting my head back so he has better access to my neck still covered with his fading love bites.

Ringing out the washcloth over my chest, Aemond watches the water drip down my bare breasts and I can feel his hardening desire beneath me. Though instead of acting on it he continues washing me, worshipping me even leaving kisses on my shoulder and behind my ear.

I wanted to stay here in his arms for all of eternity but the gnawing at the back of my mind persisted, the danger more insistent with time. The longer I waited the less chance there was that I would make much of a difference but now that Aemond was my husband, I wasn't alone in the matter. I couldn't just up and leave without telling him, he'd tear the world apart looking for me.

"There's been talk of a resurgence in the Stepstones... they fear Lord Corlys will be lost before he's even had his chance to fight the fever."

Besides the soft tones of my voice the only thing that can be heard in Aemond's chambers are the water droplets from the tub and the gentle strokes of the washcloth.

"Do you expect they'll send help?" He asks, unsure at first where I'm going with this.

"I'm not sure... I fear they'll all die if they don't." Biting at my lip I'm working up the nerve to ask but his hands slide under my breasts and I gasp.

"What are you suggesting, my song?" Turning my face to his, Aemond's sparkling purple eye is hazy trying to focus between my lips and my words.

"I want to go. Tomorrow at the small council meeting I'm going to offer to take Seasmoke and fight." I say, watching him for his reaction. Would he let me be the dragon I was meant to be, or would he try to cage me in efforts to keep me safe?

Licking his lips Aemond smiles down at me proudly despite the lecture I could sense was coming.

"You've never been in a real battle. Elaena-"

"Than come with me." I shoot back.

"There must be a reason they haven't sent anyone-"

"I promised Luke nothing would happen to our Grandsire."

"And how do you think he'd feel having something happen to you instead? How I'd feel, your husband?" Knitting in his eyebrows at me I can tell he's growing frustrated with me but my breath hitches hearing him call himself my husband for the very first time.

Unable to help myself a small smile comes to my face and his chiseled features relax, realizing it as well.

"I can't let you get hurt. I'm sworn to protect you... my wife if you've already forgotten." Turning my body to his I'm in his lap and were chest to chest, his lips hovering above mine.

Bringing my waist closer I don't stop until I feel him grinding against my sensitive bud.

"How could I forget?" I whisper, stifling a moan.

"I intend to remind you, over and over again." Slipping his hand into the water I'm only curious for moment until I'm throwing my head back in blinding pleasure as his fingers lap over my clit.

"In this bathtub... in that bed... in these halls, wherever the fuck I can have you, Elaena I'll have you because you're mine. Tell me you won't go." Plunging a finger inside of me I dig my fingernails into his back arching into him giving his mouth perfect access to my breasts sucking and biting like a starved man.

Watching me squirm and writhe in pleasure he smirks down at me, holding me to him not letting me go.

"Tell me, Elaena. Say you belong to me, and only me." He demands, Aemond's voice animalistic only turning me on more.

"I belong to you, Aemond-" I barely finish his name before he plunges inside of me bringing me down hard on top of him sending some water onto the floor below.

Grasping onto him this position reaches new heights and it does the same for him, Aemond's hazy eye glossed over with ecstasy as I bring myself up and than back down in a pace driving him insane.

Gripping my hips he takes control speeding up my rhythm in a way I was hardly capable of but it feels electric, his pounding motions sending shockwaves across all nerve endings leaving permanent impressions for centuries to come.

Kneading my ass Aemond doesn't leave any inch of me ignored even pressing a passionate kiss to my mouth overwhelming me in the best possible way. The pressures already mounting and my moans quickly turn to cries begging him for release while struggling to see him through my wet strands of hair.

Brushing them away he rests his forehead to mine, eyes locked as he gasps for air, grunting with each thrust.

"I'm going to fill you with my cum night and day my love, hoping the gods bring us children just like you... and I'm going to enjoy every goddamned moment of it." Grinning up at me he rolls my nipple between his teeth and the new sensation sends me over the edge I'd been teetering on, our orgasms shaking the very walls of the castle until I realize it'd been our dragon's whose roars caused the shaking.

Struggling to catch his breath Aemond brings me to his chest leaning against the back of the tub, he looks to the opened doors of his balcony. The roars of Vhagar and Seasmoke still echoed through the valleys of Kings Landing telling the entire capital of our life altering love making.

Sinking into Aemond's arms the water settles and the bubbles have vanished, the warm water now room temperature but I didn't mind. We're together, in one of the most intimate ways we'd ever been.

"Tell me, Elaena." He whispers against the top of my head, leaving a kiss against my hair.

"I belong to you, Aemond."

***

"You don't have to come if you don't want to." For the millionth time this morning I'd given Aemond an out of this bound to be uncomfortable small council meeting but he instead locks his arm with mine when passing a group of young knights.

"You're my wife, of course I'm going."

"Your mother and grandfather will see our cuts from the ceremony." I point out, looking up to see his still split lip from the night before when we'd had our Valyrian wedding.

Standing up on my tiptoes I give him a gentle kiss as to not hurt one another and he licks his lips, trying to taste me for a moment longer.

"Let them. It's too late, I'm yours." Smirking, a small giggle escapes me as we approach the doors, Ser Erryk and his twin Ser Arryk guarding the entrance.

Nodding in a curt greeting they open the doors, allowing us past.

The meeting had already begun, the voices of my mother, the Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenys filtering in and out while they discussed in hushed tones.

At first they don't notice Aemond and I's entrance but my father and Otto do, both of them staring straight at our interlocked arms from opposite ends of the table.

"Perhaps we reassess the threat in a months time when the crown can spare the men." Alicent continues, ignoring the both of us as we take our seats.

"My husband is stranded at sea with no food or men and you propose we leave him there to die?" Rhaenys asks her pointedly.

"Of course not. Would you happen to have a plausible plan we can execute Princess?" Alicent's snarky remark is only met by the Princess' glare of death, Otto sighs adjusting in his seat.

"Before we continue to divulge council business I find it necessary to ask what business the Prince and Princess have this morning." Ser Otto looks to my parents and yet Alicent seems to have just noticed our arrival.

"Yes, indeed. Let me first welcome you to the capital Princess, you've grown into quite the young woman." Tyland Lannister's blonde head peeks out from behind the ferocious women and instantly both Daemon and Aemond's necks snap to narrow their eyes in warning at the Lord of Casterly Rock.

I was no fool, when a man says you've grown into 'quite the young woman' he's almost always referring to your big tits.

Ignoring him I clear my throat, standing from my seat.

"Actually my Lord, my business is regarding the Stepstones. I wanted to make a proposal that we take our dragons."

"We who?" My father arches an eyebrow, his fingers no longer drumming on the stone tabletop while my mother looked more worried by the moment.

"Seasmoke and I. He's been in battle at the Stepstones before-"

"But you haven't. You're mad if you think we'll allow you to go by yourself."

"I wouldn't let her go on her own. I'm prepared to take Vhagar as well, end this once and for all." Standing beside me, Aemond looks around the table daring anyone to object but they're all much too in shock to say anything except of course Otto who now had a stake in the matter.

"Both of you are untrained in combat and much too young to be-"

"Ser Laenor was our age when he fought in the Stepstones with Prince Daemon." Aemond leans his weight against his palms that laid flat on the table and his stance oozed power, the only thing he missed was the conquerors crown on his head.

"And what will you do when they retreat to the caves?" My father asks, crossing his unimpressed arms over his chest.

"Wait them out. Starve them out." Aemond answers quickly but my father shakes his head, almost disappointed. 

"Do you know the reason we are at war with the Triarchy, Prince Aemond?" My father asks, tilting his head in question and I hold my breath.

"Make your point." My husband spits, unwilling to play his game in front of an audience. 

Watching Aemond with a smirk he replies, "They've destroyed fleets of goods, food, weapons. There is no waiting them out. We've given them all they could possibly need... our troops would starve first and they are." 

No one can decide who to look at waiting for the others reaction.

Trying to ease the tension I interject with a compromise, "Than we save Lord Corlys and the men who are left. We could offer cover-" 

"Absolutely not!" Alicent stands, having enough only when it's I who speaks.

"On the contrary your grace, I think the Princess has a good plan. It's past time they both experience the reality of our politics." As expected Princess Rhaenys agrees with us but my mother still hasn't said a word, only observing those around her before she finally can't help herself.

"Perhaps we find another way for them to experience reality that doesn't put anymore of our loved ones in danger, hm?" 

"While ideal Princess, that may not be possible-" Otto says earning a look from both of my parents warning him of his interjection but I'm giving him a look a confusion, shocked he agreed with the both of us.

"We find another way." She repeats but it's not good enough.

"But Mother-" Aemond grabs my hand in an effort to stop me but it's too late.

"I said, we find another way. Have I made myself clear?" Raising her voice her calm demeanor doesn't change but her purple heated stare say it all. 

I'd disappointed her. 

"If that's all?" Alicent motions towards the door, her face beaming with a smile that my mother had agreed with her instead of me, her daughter, which only served to enrage me more. 

If I could breathe fire in that moment I would've but Aemond squeezes my hand, reminding me of our surroundings. Giving me an apologetic look I respond with a fake smile, not reaching my eyes. 

Doing as I'm told I nod curtly, allowing my husband to lead me from the small council chambers. 

As soon as the door shuts behind us Aemond looks to me expecting a blow up but I don't give him one, I instead bottle it inside struggling between the options I had left.

I could wait, or I could take this into my own hands and Aemond would never allow me to do something so reckless.

Putting his hands behind his back he gives me a sideways glance, unsure of himself. 

"They only care about you, Elaena. If you were anyone else's daughter they'd allow it." He sighs, tilting his head down in an effort to catch my eyes but I avoid him staring straight on.

If I opened my mouth I'd be tempted to tell him my plan but than he'd never let me go and Lord Corlys would surely die at sea making Luke Lord of the Tides. It broke my heart to lie to Aemond but it had to be done, for the greater good of the Realm.

"Would it make you feel better if we train like we used to in the courtyard?" Aemond stops walking and this method however, works. 

Breaking me from my silence I turn to him, a smile creeping to my face.  

I would need all the practice I could get before I left anyway.

"I don't know whether to be offended or turned on that you smile so beautifully at the thought of swinging a sword at your dear husband." He chuckles, my heart swelling ten times at the sound. 

Taking slow steps up to him he keeps his hands behind his back though I know the both of us wished he could reach out and grab me right now.

Lifting my face just enough so our noses brush his eye flutters shut, leaning his forehead to mine.

"You've got a deal if you promise not to cut me too deep, my love." I finally agree and his grin grows wider. Taking my hand we wander back down the hallway from which we came and for the few hours we had daylight, I'd pretend I wasn't leaving him.

***