𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
All alone a small dragon rises from a treacherous storm, struggling to navigate through the wind and rain it's small wings seeking relief higher in the sunshine.

Lucerys turns side to side, his hair wet sticking to his forehead, chocolate brown eyes wide with terror when lightning strikes and his body falls lifeless to the stormy waters.

"Luke!" I scream, my voice raw from the shrill. Sitting straight up in my bed I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

Barely giving me a chance to recover from the tears streaming down my cheeks the door swings open but I can't even look at him, sobs wracking through my body uncontrollably and I can hardly breathe.

"Elaena," Aemond's deep sleepy voice comforts me more than I care to admit, his footsteps approaching swiftly after he closes the door behind him.

Unable to look at him in the face he doesn't care, scooping me up and wrapping me in his strong arms.

"Sh, you're okay, I've got you." He whispers, running his fingers through my hair to soothe me and it works that is until the image flashes before me again, a deep shiver running up my spine but he only holds me tighter surrounding me in his warmth.

"It was just a nightmare. Whatever it was, it's gone, you're safe-"

"It was Luke and Arrax, there was a storm and he fell, he died, Aemond, he died-" my breathing grows erratic but he takes my face between his hands forcing me to look into at him.

"It was just a nightmare-"

"It wasn't. It felt so real they always feel so real."

"I won't let anything happen, I swear this to you." He doesn't even think before he says it and I wonder if he realizes what he's just said.

"Aemond, you were at each other's throats all evening-"

"They wanted a rise out of me so I gave it to them. They know how I feel about you." His tone shifts and my calm morphs into anger still unresolved from earlier.

"And now everyone knows."

"Good, I want them to know. Maybe now little Cregan will stay the fuck away from you." Pushing up off the bed he goes to the window, taking a deep breath of frustration.

Walking up behind him I lay my cheek against his back, his tense body relaxing beneath me.

"You wondered where I'd been all day?" His smooth velvet voice entrances me so I only nod, eager to hear more.

Taking an extra moment to search my eyes the corner of his lips tip upward.

Grabbing a tote left on the bedside table Aemond brings it over, flipping it open to grab what's inside.

Bringing its contents into the candlelight the black jewel glistens and sparkles. I almost can't believe what I'm seeing. Gold dragons encompassed the stone guarding it from any who may try to steal its treasure. It was surely a personalized piece the attention to detail intentional from the buyer.

"There's a place in the city that makes customized pieces." His soft unsure voice is foreign. Aemond was always confident, cocky even.

"Is this... for me?" I ask, my voice small.

Nodding, he motions for me to turn. Moving my hair to the side he doesn't miss the chance to brush his fingertips across the top of my bare back and I have to bite my lip to stifle any moans.

Taking my hand he guides me to the full length mirror where I can look at myself. It's gorgeous, it's made with love and intention and it's specifically for me.

Bringing his fingertips up the sides of my arms our eyes are locked with one another, anticipation seeping through my skin into my bones where I wanted him with me.

"It's perfect. You're perfect, my love." He whispers, his lips close but not close enough. I wanted to feel them it'd been too long.

Twirling the stone between my fingers I look up at us in the mirror, him standing at almost a foot taller than me.

"The stone is beautiful, my prince. Thank you," turning to face him I rest my palms on his chest.

"It's a black sapphire. It's to match mine..." he trails off and I look to his neck to see if a similar necklace hung from his neck but there is none.

"Yours?"

Aemond takes a deep breath, and nods biting at his bottom lip.

Slowly removing his arms from around my waist he reaches behind his head to unclasp his eyepatch. Hesitating for a moment, he drops the leather patch to the table revealing his entire face.

The scar had faded but in place of his purple eye was a bright blue sapphire as beautiful as it was tragic. Watching for my reaction he keeps his arms to his sides.

Cautiously I bring my hand to his face. Leaning into my palm he shuts his eye, allowing me to brush my thumb across his cheek where the scar ends and touching someone has never felt so intimate.

"I'd been holding onto the gem unsure of what to use it for but the day you arrived in Kings Landing I knew... it was for you." Resting his forehead against mine our lips are a breath apart and the words are on the tip of my tongue begging to be spoken into existence.

I'm falling in love with you, Aemond.

"Your Mother and Father may think the terms of your betrothal are settled but I refuse to let another man have you. It's me you'll stand next to one day, princess and I'll burn alive whoever denies me the only thing I desire in this life... you." 

Colliding my lips to his, every morality is gone from my body. Like ravage beasts our kisses are desperate, no longer gentle and slow. This was different, we were different. 

Pulling up my nightgown just enough he makes light work of picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Holding me up easily he uses his free hand to hold the back of my head tangling his fingers in my long hair.

Aemond's tongue demands control just as he does and I happily oblige, moaning desperately for more. My wish is his command, carrying me back to the bed where he lays me down on my back gently. 

Breaking our kiss I finally open my eyes. Aemond stood over me his chest heaving like mine after the kiss we'd just shared but the air was still thick with our tension and the heated pulse past my waist ached for only him.

"Tell me, Elaena. Ivestragon nyke skoros jaelā."  *Tell me what you want.

His lustful gaze swept over my body before finally landing on my eyes.

"You," I breathe, not interested in his games.

"I'm gonna need you to be more specific, my love." Bringing my gown up my thighs ever so slowly his fingertips on my skin are the only thing I can focus on. Every nerve is on high alert amplifying every burn and ache and he knows, watching me squirm beneath him.

Finding my gut I grin up at him remembering my power.

"Qogralbar nyke, Aemond." *Fuck me

Licking his lips a proud smirk stretches across his face, "All you had to do was ask," 

Not wasting another moment he lifts his nightshirt over his head tossing it away revealing his rippling chest. His sculpted body had accounted for every hour he spent training, scars even from battles nearly lost.

Sitting up to reach him I press a soft kiss to his stomach just above the waist of his pants. Letting my lips linger I trail lower until he releases a sharp breath at my proximity to his throbbing need just below the fabric.

"Fuck, Elaena," he growls, his voice dripping in desire.

Tilting my face up to his I barely have enough time to react to his mouth capturing mine once more. Taking my bottom lip between his teeth he tugs at the hem of my nightgown asking for permission to take it off.

Helping him myself I lift it over my head, discarding it to the floor leaving myself completely bare besides the very necklace he'd given to me. 

"Flawless." Aemond breathes as he stares, my body flushing a deep red never in my young life being seen by a man like this. I was completely at his mercy, handing him my innocence on a silver platter and thriving every minute of it.

Backing into the bed I take his hand, bringing him with me and he doesn't falter a second. Lightly tossing me into the mound of pillows at the head of the bed my giggle's quickly turn to moans of ecstasy when his mouth finds my chest leaving love bites but using his tongue to swipe away the sting.

Just as his mouth closes around one of my nipples one of his fingers finds my wet center and my body arches up meet his. Using the free moment to wrap his free arm around me Aemond keeps us chest to chest, circling his thumb in a rhythm that I wouldn't be able to handle for much longer.

"Aemond, please," digging my fingernails into his shoulders I use what breath I have to plead for more of him.

Settling in between my legs his purple eye locks with mine.

"Are you sure? I need you to be sure, Elaena." 

Without a second thought I nod but he only shakes his head.

"Say it." 

"I'm sure, Aemond. I want to be ruined for anyone else, I want to be yours." Sitting up to meet him I take his face in my hands. Seeming to like my answer he smiles against my mouth before beginning his assault on my lips, biting and licking like a starved man.

I hardly realize him pushing down his pants with how his other hand keeps my body occupied until I feel him at my aching center.

"Look at me." Doing as I'm told I open my eyes, looking into his very soul.

Leaning down to kiss me softly his entire body language shifts, now focused on keeping me comfortable and I fall in love deeper with each passing second.

Aemond doesn't hurt me, I'm convinced at this moment he couldn't hurt me, instead he fills me up letting out a deep moan when he begins to quicken the pace the friction growing with each thrust and I never want him to stop, the ecstasy is too life altering.

"You're mine Elaena, your body, your mind, your soul... everything." In between strokes he moves his mouth to my ear and his ragged breathing tells me he's just as close as I am.

Moving only slightly towards him he grows deeper inside of me and I couldn't fathom sex could be this good.

Coming closer to the edge together I wrap my arms around his neck while he buries himself in my neck wanting me to hear how I made him feel.

Growing faster and deeper there's nothing left for my body to do but to let go completely and the world as I know it is blown to pieces around us, burning to ashes to be reborn again into something new, something better, that was all I could hope as Aemond held me close.

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