𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The silence of my room is welcomed after the night I've had. With a knight at the door I knew Aemond wouldn't be visiting me tonight and that thought was enough to keep me up all night long.

Wrapping myself in the sheet I sit at the edge of the bed peering out over the balcony into the night sky.

The summer breeze sweeps in rustling the curtains, fanning across my face.

Replaying the events of the evening over and over I can only be thankful Aemond arrived in time but not in time to spare my dress and dignity.

I should've been able to fight him off myself but in a damn dress unarmed I was a sitting duck. Cregan had offered to walk me back to my quarters but I didn't want him, I wanted Aemond so I'd gone on my own.

Any other woman might've been terrified if their partner sliced someone's throat open in front of them but I was a rare breed. Aemond's fierce protectiveness only made me crave him more. He might've been capable of terrible, dark things but he would never do anything to hurt me.

Not only had Aemond earned a heartfelt thank you from my mother, but my father had also stood in defense of him against Cregan who wanted justice for his comrades execution.

Losing my train of thought I'm distracted by a pair of voices outside of my door. Jumping from bed I press my ear against it, straining to hear.

"...I'm not leaving until I see her," Aemond's deep authoritative voice is unmistakable and I don't fight the lovestruck smile I wear when I hear he's come for me.

"The hour's late, my Prince..."

Swinging open the door Ser Erryk turns surprised to see me awake but Aemond only smirks at him, his hair disheveled and his usually striking eye blinking tiredly at me in my sleeping gown.

"This visit is warranted, Ser Erryk." I smile sweetly at him as he struggles to choose before he finally steps aside letting Aemond past.

Shutting the door behind him, Aemond doesn't waste a moment sweeping me into his strong arms but this embrace is different, he's searching for comfort.

Cupping my face in his hands it's as if he hasn't seen me in thousands of years.

"What's troubling you, my love?" I ask, my eyebrows narrowing in concern as I wrap my arms around his waist.

Resting his forehead against mine his exhausted purple eye drifts shut.

"I'm not usually the one for nightmares... tonight it's I whose dreams are plagued with darkness." He replies, and my heart sinks in my chest.

My fierce, strong, protector had been vulnerable with me about many things but never anything like this.

"It was tonight but I... I didn't get to you in time, you were hurt." He admits, hesitating before opening his eye to see my reaction.

A crack running through my heart ripples throughout my entire body.

His nightmare had been about me?

Hugging him tighter I rest my cheek against his chest listening to the pounding of his heart.

"But you did, you saved me, Aemond." I reassure him.

Kissing the top of my head he sighs deeply. Looking up at his chiseled face I reach for his eyepatch, removing it carefully and placing it on the table. 

Tilting back his head to look at me his sapphire glistens in the candlelight, his eye catching my ripped dress laid across the back of the chair. 

Anger flashes across his handsome features and I'm transported back in time just as he is. 

The man was familiar, he was with Cregan when we first met in the courtyard that morning. When he came for me from the shadows he reeked of alcohol but he was strong, tearing my sleeve clean off. 

"I'm sorry about your dress, ñuha vāedar. You wore it beautifully," Hearing his husky voice flip between languages strikes a chord in me that was beginning to feel familiar. 

Brushing his fingers up the sides of my arms goosebumps erupt all over and I'm at his mercy.

"I'm most relieved it wasn't my necklace." Subconsciously placing my hand protectively over it, Aemond nods agreeing.

"I'm most relieved it wasn't you," Taking my face in his hands he kisses me softly but it's short and sweet before leading me back to bed. Letting me get in first he lifts his shirt over his head and I stare selfishly at his ridiculously fit body. 

Climbing into bed his muscles flex as he gets comfortable behind me, bringing me closer to lay on his chest and I'm home safe and sound again. 

"You should get your rest for the tourney tomorrow. I wouldn't know what I'd do if you got hurt-"

"Sounds like you're doubting my ability, Princess." Licking his lips he graces me with a sleepy grin but I frown, mostly nervous Cregan will take this opportunity to play dirty.

"I'll be fighting for you, he won't be able to stop me. And when I win, I'll demand your hand in marriage." He speaks of it so casually and I'm glad one of us is confident in the outcome.

"How can you be so sure it'll all turn out alright?" I mumble, tracing the shapes of his muscles on his abdomen. 

"Because... I have to be, Elaena. I won't lose you, do you understand? It's not an option for me." At the serious tone in his voice I turn my head so our eyes are locked.

"Even tonight seeing you in danger, and again in my nightmare you were hurt because I failed you. It's my biggest fear, failing you... failing my children." He confesses, stirring tears in my eyes.

The thought of carrying Aemond's children had been a dream of mine along with growing old together, dying a dragon riders death as my Aunt Leana wanted. 

Pressing a kiss to his chest I interlock our fingers and he smiles at the comforting action. 

"You will be an amazing father to our children, ñuha dārilaros."    *my prince 

I whisper pressing another kiss, and then I'm climbing up his chest to get closer. 

"And you'll be an amazing husband to your princess." I whisper, brushing my lips against his neck with each word.

"You mean, my queen." He rasps, smirking proudly despite the desperation in his voice. What he says only fuels me more, if he wanted a queen he would sure as hell get one. 

Straddling him, his breathing grows quick as he watches me with intrigue. The dragon dwelling just behind his eye readys to break free and claim me but I demand control this time.

Bringing down my hips I can feel his rock hard erection straining through his pants. Grinding against it, I gasp at the growing friction warming my core below.

Sitting up I throw my head back letting my hair cascade down my back. Aemond's large hands glide up my bare thighs until they reach the bottom of my nightgown. Lifting it up he helps me get it over my head throwing it to the side. 

Wrapping an arm around me Aemond brings us chest to chest, crashing his hungry lips to mine and I moan into his mouth desperate for more. The aching need below becomes almost unbearable against his twitching cock and I'm fiddling with the strap of his pants.

Taking his bottom lip between my teeth I pull slightly but Aemond wraps my hair around his hand, tugging gently to give himself access to my neck.

Leaving fresh marks I want to object at first but I decide against it. I get off on being marked by Aemond there was no use denying it.

Pushing him back down into the bed he chuckles at my urgency while I struggle pulling down his pants. Instantly the smirk is wiped from his face when I break his throbbing cock free and take it in my hands.

Gripping onto the sheets he rolls his head against the pillows watching me with his hazy stare and I've never felt so much confidence as a woman. 

I wanted to drive the darkness out and replace those nightmares with good memories, with real ones.

Leaving a trail down the middle of his chest it's him now whose bucking beneath my mouth in anticipation of my arrival to him.

"Elaena, you don't have to-" 

Taking him in my mouth in one foul swoop Aemond's fingers snake through my hair, a deep growl urging me on. 

Swirling my tongue around his head I slowly bring him deeper down my throat painfully slow and I look up to watch him turned on by his mere attraction to me. 

"Fuck, my sweet girl," Quickening my pace his fingers tighten in my hair and I know his release was close but I wouldn't let him yet. I might've not been an crowned queen but I was one in this bed tonight and I was going to take advantage of it. 

Aemond too lost in his ecstasy doesn't notice me take a moment to move on top of him until I'm guiding him to my aching core and our connection is instant. I don't move at first, the feeling of being filled by him enough.

Sitting up to meet me, Aemond's mouth explores my chest sucking and biting across my breasts worshiping every inch of my skin and I try to keep my whimpers quiet but it's no use it felt so good. 

Circling my hips his mouth is struck frozen at the rhythm I was building and his fingers dig into my waist helping me go deeper, faster.

Crashing his lips to mine I allow him to take over and he happily obliges, more suited for control after all. 

Spinning us around I'm on my back and he's thrusting inside of me. The pressure begins mounting so high I almost lose vision but his words bring me back and I'm pushed over the cusp into oblivion all of my muscles convulsing in orgasm around him. 

"I love you, Elaena. Even if dragon fire burns the skies and the world crumbles around us, I will always love you." 

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*ps, i know this is meant to be Heleana but we're gonna pretend it's Elaena this chapter, k thanks <3 

*artist: @ dudlesdudles  on twitter