ur responses to the last chapter reminded me why I do this in the first place. Thank you and I love you all tremendously <3

Beautiful. Graceful. Serene. Tender. The title of 'Realms Delight' belonged to her and her alone.

Aemond's mind was a racing mess. He had her now, quite literally in his arms. The virgin morning hadn't yet woken her up but he was restless. She had slept in his arms during yesterday's nap, and their plans changed when she woke for dinner. He could get enough. His tastes were insatiable and she uttered a single complaint.

They missed dinner altogether with how much he was all over her. He had committed the taste of her to memory, the sweetness of her release his favorite beverage. He drank her empty like she was the finest honey wine in the kingdom and didn't settle for rest until she understood her own pleasure.

And now he couldn't stop watching her. She was finally his. Months of pent-up emotions spilled over all night and now she was sleeping next to him as bare as her nameday.

She shifted in her sleep and wrapped his arms around his torso, the front of her body flush against his own. He admired her back, the random freckles that littered her skin, and the way her muscles tensed with each breath.

Brella quietly brought in a tray for breakfast and almost screamed when she saw them naked. Aemond wanted to throw something at her but knew Brella was the closest thing Visenya had to a friend.

He brought his finger up to his lips and used his other hand to shoo her out. Brella left with a slight grin and quietly shut the door behind her. He looked up to make sure the tea was on the tray she brought in.

Aemond shifted out from under her and Visenya was left laying on the sheets without him. His fingers started trailing down her spine and he could tell the exact moment when she woke. "Aemond?" She groggily asked.

"Shh," He whispered, his hand going over the generous swell of her backside and going to slide his finger over her clit. Her thighs squeezed over his hand and he smirked, feeling himself grow hard for the umpteenth time.

"Aemond," She said, her voice more in a whisper.

"Sȳz ñāqes, dōna prūmia," He whispered, rubbing his pointer finger over her clit with soft touches, enough to make her grind her hips against his hand for more. His beautiful and desperate Visenya.
*Good morning, sweetheart.

Tresses of platinum hair rested on her back until her body was shaking enough that it all pooled around her shoulders. The white hair around her body made her look like an angel and Aemond believed she was his own sent from the gods. But why? What had he done to deserve the woman he so hated in his youth?

He moved his hand so that his thumb was pressing against her clit and his pointer finger pressed into her entrance. Visenya let out a gasp that went straight to his cock. He leaned over and moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck, nipping her skin as he added a second finger.

"Nyke jorrāelagon - qogralbar - another mēre," She moaned.
*I need - fuck - another one.

He smirked against her skin and added a third finger to her, curving his fingers to find her inner pleasure point. Visenya was writhing in pleasure, moaning curses that sounded both common and Valyrian as if her brain couldn't tell the difference. Maybe it couldn't.

"Ivestragī nyke rȳbagon ao, dōna ābrazȳrys," He whispered next to her ear.
*Let me hear you, sweet wife

"Aemond," She mumbled, turning her head to look at him.

He smirked and stopped moving his fingers, an action that made her whine in annoyance. "I couldn't hear that, Visenya."

Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. But she was more upset by the lack of friction. "Aemond, please."

"Please what?"

"Don't stop!" She hissed. "Please, don't stop."

"Your wish is my command."

His fingers didn't stop until her body spiraled into a messy orgasm, coating his fingers in her slick pleasure. He pulled them away and made a show of licking them clean before kissing her. He pressed her body up against his, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

"I think I hate you." He spoke against her lips.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

He nodded. "I hate you for making me desire you so. You are in my dreams, Visenya. I used to only care about training and now I have to worry about you too."

She let out a small laugh. "Aw, my poor husband."

He rolled his eye with a smile and kissed her forehead. "Your husband."

She studied his face for a few moments before reaching up and taking his eye patch off - much to his hesitance. "My husband. I want to see all of my husband. Only fair, considering it is my fault."

He rubbed his fingers up and down her spine, watching as she kept looking at the scar on his face. He brought his free hand up to caress her cheek, the pad of his thumb stroking over the split in her eyebrow where Ser Cole stabbed the blade of his dagger. It was a scar that ran an inch at least but was deep enough that split her eyebrow and stopped hair from growing in where the cut was. It was not terribly noticeable but enough to add an edge to her.

"Visenya, I do not hold any resentment for that day. Not any longer. We have both paid our dues. Maybe next time you hold a knife to me, it will be of better use," He said with a smirk.

"I kind of wish Cole had taken my eye. Would have only been fair. Instead, I feel like an imposter here. You managed to fall in love with me and you lay here this morning treating me with nothing but tenderness and love."

"This is what you deserved the morning after our wedding. Last night is what you deserved at our wedding. I wish I had not been away the first six months you were here because maybe we could have fallen in love earlier and our wedding night could have been a celebration of our love, not hate."

"I had an equal part in that, Aemond. I was spiteful and I don't think it could have worked any other way. Your first day back you literally pushed me down the steps," She said, raising a brow.

Aemond threw his head back against the pillows and closed his eye. He thought back on those times when he was borderline - no, pretty - abusive toward her. He wished he could go back a year and beat the shit out of himself and make him see it was all a lie.

But maybe that was the necessary steps they needed. It made this connection stronger, it made last night more profound. "Visenya ..."

"If you forgave me for your eye, just believe that I forgave you for that. But just know that if you ever raise your hand to me or push me, I have this amazing teacher that can teach me how to castrate a man."

"Can he?" Aemond grinned, kneading her ass in his hand as he pulled her closer. Nothing was close enough, he couldn't get enough of her.

She nodded and kissed him again. Just when he thought he had committed the feel of her lips to memory, she kissed him and it was like an entirely new feeling. Her lips were so soft, something he wished he could feel all the time. He wanted to keep her in his arm but they had plans, they had goals. She couldn't sit on the Iron Throne if he kept her in bed. And Visenya was not born to be just a bedmate.

"We should go riding again later," Aemond spoke softly.

"Before that, I would prefer to break our fast. We didn't go to dinner last night and I can see that tray of fruits that Brella brought. When did she come in?"

"Earlier this morning," He said with a frown after she stood up. But the frown went away the second he saw her stroll over to the table in her nude form. She walked with a confidence she didn't have before.

"Aemond," She suddenly said in an upset voice. "What is this?"

He watched her point to the tea and he stood up. "I consulted with her last night while you were asleep and she's going to start working on that with complete discretion. We are not making mistakes this time."

She turned to face him. "Are we sure it's a good idea?"

He picked up the cup and handed it to her. "Of course. Brella has always been trustworthy."

"That's not what I mean," She rose a brow.

He tilted his head at her words. "It's too soon, Visenya. And I will not lose you. I can't make you queen if you die on the birthing bed."

"No," She deadpanned.

Aemond rose a brow. "Excuse me?"

"I want your baby, Aemond. Things are different now. This baby would be born of love! It would be the best of us, a child that can enter a world where its parents love each other more than anything."

"Visenya, you almost died!"

"That was a different situation, Aemond." She set the tea on the table. "I am not drinking it."

"Visenya, I swear to every fucking God, please drink it."

"My answer shall not budge. Don't you want to see me pregnant, to swell and grow with a child and then one day hold him in your arms?" She asked.

"You know I do but it's about the timing, Vis."

"And I shall decide the timing."

He rolled his eye. "Why the fuck are you so stubborn?"

"Get fucking used to it because you can't tell me what to fucking do!"

He turned and pushed the tea off of the table along with the fruit tray and lifted her to sit on the edge of the table. "Do you think you are in charge?"

"You can't fucking change my mind. Maybe it won't even happen right away. But I am not drinking the damn tea. I will have your child, our heir, and you can't stop me."

"Fine, guess we better get started," He hissed, spreading her legs on the table. She moaned at his increased dominance and pulled him forward for a passionate kiss, her tongue fighting against his. He was careful of her broken nose, making sure not to push it, but he met her passion in their kiss.

"Look at you," He moaned, teasing her entrance. Between her wetness and the precome dripping from him, he slid into her with ease. She threw her head back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulder blades and he knew it was going to be his new favorite thing.

"Before yesterday you still had the blushing complex of a virgin. Maybe we should go back and tell her you were about to become the most wanton woman in the castle."

"It's not my fault," she panted, "That I have a husband who taught me how to have an orgasm. Now it's all I crave. You will regret it."

"Unlikely," He smirked and trusted his hips against hers, one of his hands going down to lightly stroke her clit. "Watching your face as you scream my name and come all over me is my new favorite hobby. I will not tire of you in this lifetime or the next."

"Good," She whimpered, clenching around him as his thrusts got sloppy. It didn't take long before she was a puddle of ecstasy and he was releasing in her.

The nice thing about her practically being a virgin was that she was so sensitive it didn't take much.

-

"You came while eating her out?!" Aegon yelled. Aemond slapped his hand over his brother's mouth and almost murdered him with a glare.

"I swear, Aegon, you make me regret trying to be a good brother over the years."

"Please, how have you been an amazing brother?"

Aemond frowned. "When we were younger, the night I lost my eye and father was demanding who I heard the rumors from, Mother told me I should have blamed it on you instead of the truth. But I chose not to put you in harm's way and called Mother out."

Aegon frowned at the revelation. "Wow. Making me feel like a shitty brother now."

"You are not the ... worst, I suppose. But you will be if you don't keep some sort of discretion."

They were strolling through one of the markets just the two of them, Visenya with Helaena and the twins. Back when Helaena was beginning to progress in her second pregnancy, she lost the babe. It was a close bonding time between her and Visenya. Even Aegon had seemed a bit upset when it happened.

"Okay, sorry," He said. "But you realize that, right?"

"Yes, and had I not been with someone so fucking new to the act, I would have hidden in embarrassment."

"I still can't believe you did that from pleasing her. My little brother, a true giver."

"I swear to the gods it was the best thing in this world. I couldn't imagine fucking anyone else."

Aemond enjoyed these afternoons with his brother whether he admitted it or not. Aegon wasn't given enough credit as a person. When he wasn't completely pissed drunk, he was a good listener and had mediocre advice.

They reached a booth was various items and Aegon spotted a wooden carved spider. "Helaena would love this."

"She would," Aemond nodded. He looked through some of the books on the table and found one in a pile by itself.

"You don't want that one, My Prince," The owner said.

"Why?" He asked.

"It's in a special print for simple-minded folk that struggles to read. It is a book about the reign of Old King Jaehaerys and his reign, including the royal progress. We have that same book in normal print."

Aemond opened up the book and his eye widened. It was like the book he got Visenya a year ago in the dyslexic-friendly print with bolded letters. It was the only book she could read through with ease without taking days to get through a chapter.

"If you knew a Prince or Princess needed that book to help read, would you still call them simple-minded?" Aemond asked in an icy tone.

The owner's eyes widened and she shook her head, "I meant no offense!"

"Good. Then you will let me buy the book and let me have that ruby necklace for free."

She nodded and bagged up the necklace for him.

"My brother also wishes to buy the spider. You will also give him that doll set for his son and daughter."

"A-Anything else, your grace?" She asked.

"Yes. Just watch your back."

Aemond and Aegon walked away with the bag of stuff and Aegon snickered. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Nothing. But she will live in fear for a while of the Prince's justice. I will just let her be afraid."

"Outstanding."

listen, idk if they used the word dyslexia back then, I doubt it, but using it is just easier on me so bite me. thank you to the friend that reminded me of the book from an earlier chapter cuz I didn't want that to be a forgotten detail