𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
Turning the pages of the third book I'd sifted through this afternoon in the libraries with Helaena I find my mind drifting back to the one eyed prince.

When left alone with my family I was sharply questioned by my brothers what it was that was going on between Aemond and I... and the truth was I still wasn't sure.

I'd hoped to spend the day soaring the skies together but it seemed Aegon had other plans.

"Helaena, is it usual Aegon take Aemond with him on his... outings?" I don't mean to distract her but she doesn't seem to mind, lifting her head up from her book with a smile.

"There was once on Aemond's name day, but not usually no." Her face shifts uncomfortably as she thinks it over some more and I regret asking in the first place.

My thoughts go to the worst, my imagination betraying me with thoughts of Aemond and Aegon running rampant through the Streets of Silk.

Jealousy didn't begin to cover the burning insecurity that bubbled up inside of me.

If Aemond thought he could get his cock wet with the whores at the brothels and crawl back into my bed tonight he'd have a rude awakening when I take my dragon home to Dragonstone.

"The dragon's song is just as long as the rider stands to sing," She mumbles under her breath and I'd wished I'd known what she meant.

Sighing to myself I rest my forehead in my hands, closing my eyes tight in an attempt to rid myself of the mental picture of Aemond with another woman.

Maybe Cregan Stark was the correct match after all. Was it too much to ask that I be the only woman in a man's heart and bed?

"Why look so grim, Princess?"

Sitting straight up I'm shocked but relieved to see the face of my sorrow smiling down at me as if he hadn't disappeared all afternoon.

"Aemond?" I breathe, almost unable to believe it when I see his handsome face smiling down at me from under his cloak. Leaning against one of the tables he pulls his hood down away from his face so we can meet eyes though I quite enjoyed how mystifying he'd looked before.

"Sister, would you mind giving me a moment with Elaena?" He asks Helaena sweetly, and she nods.

"The harmonies must stay on key, Aemond." Squeezing his hand affectionately she departs but we're both left confused, staring after her.

As Helaena's footsteps fade, Aemond steps closer admiring me and I can't help but get fluster under his heated stare.

"I can tell you what those books are about, my love. I've read them hundreds of times." Leaning down besides me he puts his lips to my ear so I can feel his breath fan across my neck.

Finding myself leaning into his warmth I snap myself out of his trance pushing away from the table and gathering my things.

"Elaena, what is it?" When I don't reply he grabs my arm spinning me around to look at him.

"Talk to me. Is it me you're upset with?" He asks, bringing me to his chest but I only yank myself away from him once more.

"Don't think I'm that blind, Aemond. I know what Aegon's tastes are. You've been gone all afternoon."

"And where is it do you think I've been?" Tilting his head to the side he seems entertained by my anger and that only makes it worse.

"Wherever the prettiest women lay on their backs for a pretty penny I suppose." I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "And if you think I'll be blissfully ignorant to your whores when it's my bed you're sharing you're mad!"

Narrowing his sparkling purple eye at me he closes the distance between us so we're standing chest to chest, and I'm engulfed by his musk that I hadn't realized I missed so much.

"What I crave can't be bought or bargained for, you know that." Taking my chin between his fingers he makes sure I'm listening to his every word.

"Do I?"

"You do. More than anyone. It's only you I want, Elaena. Mērī ao, ñuha vāedar." *Only you, my song.

His gaze can't decide between my eyes and my lips but I'm still struggling to breathe from his admission.

Could I believe him? Of course I could and I already did. There was no hope for me now I was hooked like a fish in the Narrow Sea.

"Pār emagon nyke, ñuha dārilaros" *Then have me, my prince.

I whisper, rolling my tongue seductively with each word. His body turns to stone while he searches my eyes for any sense of doubt but there was none. Aemond pumped my veins full of life, and made my heart flutter with excitement when he was near, of course I was sure.

Taking the air from my lungs Aemond makes little work of shoving the books from the table onto the floor and lifting me on top of it.

Bringing himself between my legs he cups my face, his eye memorizing every dimple and freckle before colliding his hungry lips to mine.

My arms lace around his neck pulling him closer, a growl coming from deep within his chest when my lips respond instantly, desperate to feel him after years of unknowing.

He holds my face delicately like a prized possession, his tongue dances with mine like we were starved of any sort of affection and it's not enough, it's never enough.

Moaning softly into his mouth I feel him smile against my lips, his free hand gripping my waist possessively and I lean into him wanting desperately to be possessed by him, physically and emotionally.

Pulling away for breath our chests are heaving for air when a door swings open a few shelves away. My eyes go wide but Aemond places a hand over my mouth ensuring I don't make a noise.

"He's obsessed with her. He couldn't get back to the castle quick enough to see the bastard girl. They were friends when we were children but I never imagined, this."

The voice belongs to none other than Aegon but whomever he spoke to remained quiet.

Aemond turns his head, his playful smile fading when he hears what Aegon calls me and turns to confront him but I grab the front of his cloak pulling him back to me.

"She'll distract him from what truly matters and in due time, he'll grow bored of her. It's glory and power that your brother desires not love." Otto replies, shuffling through stacks of papers before their footsteps depart and we're alone once more.

Pulling away from me Aemond lifts a table throwing it over in a rage, pacing back and forth before settling on me, his peace.

"They think they can manipulate me... as if I can't have both, glory and love." He begins, trying to get a grasp on his anger, balling up his fists.

"A man doesn't find glory without inspiring love in the hearts of others." My calm voice surprises him for a moment his blazing purple eye glued to me as he was lost to his darkening thoughts.

Resting his forehead against mine I take hold of the front of his cloak, bringing him closer.

"No man will ever speak of you in that way again. I swear it, Elaena." He promises, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb.

"But he's right. That's what I am, just as my brothers. We're no different, Aemond."

When I bring up my brothers he only cringes but it's true.

"You didn't take my eye and torture me when we were children, Elaena. You are different. Just as Aegon and I are. My loyalties lie with you-"

"And if Aegon or your Mother ordered the death of my brothers? Me?" I ask with tears stinging in my eyes.

"I wouldn't let that happen." He growls.

"Because you'd want to kill them yourself?"

Narrowing his eye at me he doesn't respond and it crushes me. I had reason to believe if I weren't here, he would've killed one of them already.

"They're my brothers, Aemond-"

"And what am I?" He snaps back, his sharp jaw clenched as he waited for my answer.

"Everything." I whisper, hoping he doesn't hear it but he does, his tense shoulders falling when he hears the crack in my voice.

Pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, he uses both of his hands to tip my face up so our lips are a whisper apart.

"If I kiss you again, I'm afraid I won't stop." Desire burns in Aemond's stare, his intensity being what drew me to him in the first place.

"Why must you make it sound like a bad thing?"

Grinning at me from ear to ear, his deep chuckle was enough to make any woman in the seven kingdoms swoon and for now, at least in this very moment Aemond was mine and I was wholeheartedly his.

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