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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The fires burned dim the night of Lady Laena Velaryon's funeral in Driftmark.

The waves crashed the shore as if even the gods, old and new, were in despair of her passing. The seas song cried out along with her brother, my father Laenor and her mighty dragon, Vhagar.

The older I became the more I'd grown aware of the side glances and whispers from people in the halls. I was not Ser Laenor's true blood, this much was certain, but I was Targaryen.

At first glance one might assume it'd be possible, matching both my mother and fathers white blonde hair and purple eyes but I knew better.

My fierceness mirrored my Uncle Daemon's along with the shape of my eyes and face. It's been years since I'd last seen my true father, had he missed me? Did he even believe me to be his in the first place?

When the sun crept down over the hills of Driftmark sleep escaped me at every turn. My heart beat like a war drum in anticipation for what was to come, but I couldn't understand what.

Throwing off the sheets I decided on a late night walk.

The breeze swept through the cold halls of Driftmark, a usually cold place similar to Dragonstone in that it was surrounded by water, which was even a short flight from here.

Pulling my robes tighter around me I lift my hood over my head hoping to stay inconspicuous.

If anyone saw the young princess out for a late night stroll they'd surely send me straight back to bed where the winds howled through the windows of my chamber.

Descending the many steps of the castle towards the ocean I'm struck by a familiar figure sat on the sand dunes looking out over the hills where the dragons laid sleeping.

Where Aegon II, the older brother drowned himself in the cups of Westerosi wine and the desires of the flesh, Aemond truly only ever wanted one thing.

To have his very own dragon.

My heart went out to Aemond being the second son of King Viserys constantly overshadowed by not only Aegon but Jace and Luke as well being the heirs sons.

We had more in common than I'd realized for I was dragonless as well, spending my days trying to live up to the expectations of my mother who was perfection in the eyes of those who were loyal to her.

Before I even realize where my feet are taking me I'm climbing the hills of sand towards him and my breath hitches in my throat when he turns, locking eyes with me.

"Elaena, what are you doing here?" Aemond asks, standing to meet me in surprise, brushing the sand off of his emerald green cloak.

"I could ask you the same thing. Keeping a watchful eye over the dragons?" I arch an eyebrow at him and he relaxes instantly realizing I'm not here to reprimand him.

Taking a seat next to him his tense shoulders relax and his usual frown is replaced with a half smile as he replies, "Vhagar is sleeping just below. She's been crying out... but no one will listen to her." Aemond's voice is thick of sympathy for Vhagar, his stare never leaving the massive creature.

"You're listening to her, my prince." The wind whips through my loose strands of hair and I tug the hood tighter when I notice he's started watching me now.

"I suppose. Do you think we'll have dragons of our own soon?"

Thinking it over for a moment I nod, knowing in my heart it was true. I saw the fire that burned wild behind Aemond's deep purple eyes.

"We have dragons blood running through our veins. The same blood of old Valyria. We'll do great things one day Aemond, we have to.... we're destined to." My words fade to a whisper, only the waves crashing the shore to be heard in the night.

I welcome the silence that seeps comfortably between us. No expectations, no pressure of duty or honor.

"What do you know of Old Valyria?" He asks simply, his inquiring mind making him sharper the older we'd grown.

Since I learned to read the maesters of Kings Landing and Dragonstone taught me all my growing mind could handle. When I wasn't by the windows with a book I was by the waves with a sword sparring with whoever would have me.

Being older than Jace by only two years if I were to be heir, I wanted to be able to cut the throats of all who opposed me or my family, not only in battle but with my wit in the small council chambers as well.

"I know a bit... have you heard the ancient songs of the lost dragon?" Peeking through my loose strands of hair his purple eyes shimmer in the moonlight when I mention it.

"A song? I don't know much of any songs." He scoffs but I can tell he's intrigued.

Finding my voice in the cold dark night, I begin to sing.

"The bleeding star had flown so far
The air had turned to ash
The walls of stone would stand no more
but the song will never end

Oh, the blood pays the debt
Fire cracks the hills, white heat burned the steel,
Oh, the blood pays the debt"

Singing for anyone but my mother was foreign to me. It was something I'd always kept to myself. The wide eyed stare Aemond held was the very reason why.

A heated blush comes to my face and suddenly I'm a shy girl, my confidence and fire fading as quickly as it arrived.

"The bleeding star? Is that the lost dragon?" Cocking his head to the side thoughtfully his gaze holds something just beneath the surface.

"I believe so. Some mention in ancient texts the doom of Valyria freed an ancient dragon housed in the very volcanoes that destroyed it all. Her power was so frightening they chained her away, worried of the chaos she might ensue on the world."

"If she's so powerful why hasn't anyone found her? Why don't they speak of her?" Aemond asks, both of us finding ourselves look out at the dragons.

"Maybe she's in hiding. I wouldn't want to be imprisoned by a human ever again." I whisper, resting my chin on my knee.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I can feel Aemond staring at me, deep in thought and he finally says what's on his mind.

"We'll find that lost dragon. Together."

I want to laugh at such a promise but I can only smile at the boy with such astounding dreams.

"If anyone could find her it would be you, my prince. You're such a good listener." I nod, embracing the idea of this fantasy. Wandering the hills of Old Valyria finding treasures and ancient artifacts alike.

"But you've given her a voice, Elaena."

Somehow the night air grows silent and my stomach flips at the mention of my name. The only thing that can break me out of my trance is the deep throated cry from Vhagar below.

The sound is heart wrenching, one of pain and sorrow echoing deep through her bones. I can't imagine what kind of pain a dragon feels when losing their rider, especially by her own flame.

"Stay here," Aemond whispers, taking his moment moving swiftly through the sand towards the monstrous Vhagar herself.

Double taking where he was just a moment ago I almost can't believe he's no longer next to me.

Ignoring his order I take off after him.

"What are you doing?! You'll get eaten alive!" I say, eager to stop him but terrified of waking the dragon.

Just as I'm about to reach him he turns one last time before Vhagar's eyes fly open taking in the both of us, only children.

Aemond and I freeze, grabbing each others hand in fear not daring to make a single move.

"I'm going to claim her." His lips turns up into a grin and I don't waste another moment trying to pull him away.

"Vhagar is Rhaena's to claim, you know that-"

"Than she should've claimed her by now." He snaps, turning back to the dragon, his palm pressing against her scales.

"Aemond, no-!"

This time the dragon rears her head, her throat filling with the fire that would surely burn us alive. Squeezing my eyes shut tight I hold onto Aemond for dear life, if we were to have any of it left.

"Dohaera, Vhagar! Lykiri!" He commands, confidence bellowing through his voice.

Daring to open my eyes, Vhagar lowers her head once more this time in submission. We were merely blips in a timeline to the legendary dragon, and yet she deemed us worthy.

"She's hurting... come with me, Elaena." It's like he uses my name as an enchantment and I'm under his spell.

Still in awe of him I do as he says, climbing up to the heights of the dragon saddle legendary riders like Visenya Targaryen once destroyed great cities on. I'd hoped Vhagar would never burn cities ever again if Aemond had anything to do with it.

Taking my seat behind Aemond he loops my arms around his waist and though I've ridden dragonback with my mother and father before, this felt different.

"Don't let go, princess, no matter what."

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷

Vhagar stretches her wings and legs starting off on a light jog before taking off into the night sky.

Picking up some speed the dragon is ascending straight up towards the full moon with no regard for us on her back.

Doing as I'm told for once I hold on, and tight. Vhagar wouldn't kill her new rider, would she?

In a quick moment my fear is torn away with the wind in my hair and Aemond's laugh warming my heart.

He'd mounted the largest dragon in the world and it was only the beginning of what he'd be able to do, I knew it in my soul.

"We've done it, Elaena! I've found my very own dragon!" He calls out, but my mind drifts to Rhaena, Lady Laena's daughter who was also without a dragon.

She was meant to claim Vhagar and once everyone found out, there'd be hell to pay and I just hoped it'd be worth it.

Not landing very gracefully I cringe at the thought of what trouble we'd get in for the damage we might've caused as if stealing a dragon hadn't been enough.

"I'll help you down. Watch me first," Aemond's head might've already grown a size unsure I could handle it myself, so instead I prove him wrong.

Jumping from the ropes I take off running towards the castle, my adrenaline pumping faster than ever.

"Elaena, slow down!" He laughs chasing me through the underground tunnels until we're frozen solid, our laughter drowned out by the angry stares of my brothers along with Baela and Rhaena.

They must've heard us.

"It's you." Rhaena spits accusingly.

"It's us." Aemond replies, stepping in front of me as if to shield me from their accusations but Jace and Luke's hostile stare was enough to tear my heart wide open.

"Vhagar is my mothers dragon!"

"Your mother is dead. Vhagar has a new rider now."

"Vhagar was mine to claim!"

"Than you should've claimed her! Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you."

First Rhaena steps forward, reeling back to land a blow to Aemond but he's quicker, pushing her back into the ground.

Everything moves much faster after that, Baela throws a punch and Aemond one back.

Throwing myself in between them it's no use, it's four against one, no one eager to end the fighting except for me.

"Stop! Please!" I beg.

I don't recognize the person Aemond turns into, taking my very own brother by the throat, raising the small boy into the air with a rock in hand.

"You'll die screaming in flames just as your father did! Bastards," he spits at my brothers, forgetting my presence completely but his words still hit me square in the chest.

Ser Harwin Strong may have been Jace and Luke's blood related father but even speaking of such a thing would be an act of treason against the heir, my mother herself.

Is that what Aemond truly thought of me? Just another bastard of the Princess Rhaenyra?

"My father's still alive!" Luke cries out, still innocently ignorant to whom his true father was.

Aemond seems entertained by the fighting, a smirk growing on his lips as he looks to Jace.

"He doesn't know does he? Lord Strong,"

Baela, Rhaena and I cower in the corner, holding onto one another in fear of what will happen next but nothing prepares us for the knife Jace pulls from his side.

"Jace!" Baela calls out to him, pleading with my little brother to stop this madness.

Aemond only sees this as a challenge, raising the rock higher to threaten Luke.

"Aemond! Put my brother down! Now!" My desperate voice reaches him in the gallows of his crazed mind and he hesitates, his purple eyes gazing into mine with instant regret.

Jace and Luke take the free moment to disarm Aemond, throwing dirt in his face blinding him but he fights back, beating Jace into the ground.

I go to to stop him but I'm too late, Luke slices the blade through Aemond's eye, blood pouring through his fingers, around his hand pressed against the wound that would surely blind him.

He cries out in agony and I go to him cradling his face, desperate to help.

"Sister leave him be! What are you doing?!" Jace calls out, betrayal etched on his blood stained face.

"Seize this at once! Get away!" The knights from the kingsguard are fast but they weren't quick enough.

Doing as I'm told I fall backwards away from Aemond out of fear, my hands and feet trembling from shock of what had just happened.

They wanted to kill one another, our own flesh and blood... we were family.

The knights usher us to the throne room and I don't have any air in my lungs to mutter a single word. Keeping my fingers locked with Baela and Raena's we keep tightly knit, afraid of all the glances from the nameless faces in the crowd we'd drawn.

Grandsire Viserys was busied with Ser Criston and Ser Harrold, shouting for answers he couldn't seem to find fast enough.

Queen Alicent, Halaena and Aegon stood by their brother as the maesters tended to his wound. Aemond made little noise and only flinched when he could not bear the pain.

Bursting through the doors Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys have surrounded us protectively, already sensing the unease of the throne room.

Thankfully it isn't long after that my mother and Uncle Daemon appear in the doorway, rushing to us in aid. All three of us cling to our mother as she asses the wounds eager to find the culprit of my brothers bloodied faces.

"Who did this!?" My mother demands.

"They attacked me!" Aemond sounds off.

"He attacked Baela!" Jace fires back and now everyone has chimed in, shouting into the crowded room eager to be heard.

"That's enough! Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened-" Grandsire Viserys leans onto his cane, making sure to get direct eye contact.

"What is there to hear? Prince Lucerys brought a blade brought to the ambush meant to kill my son!" Alicent shouts, a mother's rage bubbling to the surface for all to see.

"It was my sons who were attacked and were forced to defend themselves! Vile insults... were levied against them." My mother shouts back, defending her children just as fiercely.

Standing behind my brothers I hope to hear no more of this. I should've stayed in my chambers maybe none of this would've happened .

Viserys takes a timid step towards us when he realizes just what insults came from the mouth of the young prince.

"He called us bastards." Jace admits, his eyes going to the floor but my eyes were locked on Aemond who looked even prouder by the moment.

"Tell me boy, where did you hear this lie-" Aemond's eye darts to his mother Queen Alicent, but at the very last moment he changes his mind.

"It was Aegon."

"And YOU? Tell me the truth of it!"

"Everyone knows father. Just look at them. Look at all three of them." Aegon nods towards us and my blood boils.

Were we just the scum on the bottom of their boots? Did Aemond not care for me at all?

"This fighting must cease! We are a family! Now make your apologies and show good will towards each other. Your father, your grandsire, your King demands it!" He shouts, his commands echoing through the throne room daring anyone to speak another word and she does.

"Aemond has been damaged permanently. Goodwill cannot make him whole my King, there is a debt to be paid... I shall have one of her son's eyes in return."

Luke shrieks in terror, holding onto to my mother looking for any sign of this madness stopping.

"You will do no such thing!"

"Alicent this matter is finished. Do you understand?" Viserys takes one last longing look at his deranged wife and begins to walk away.

"And let it be known, if anyone's tongue is to question the legitimacy of Princess Rhaenyra's children, they shall have it removed." Turning to leave for the last time, Alicent moves more swiftly than Viserys possibly could and unseeths a dagger from his person.

In just a few paces she reaches us but my mother is faster, grabbing her arms stopping her where she stood. And just like earlier chaos erupts again, Ser Criston weaving through the crowd but Uncle Daemon slams his body into his intercepting anyone else who might threaten us.

"You've gone too far!"

"I? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family the law, while you flout all to do as you please. Where is duty where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again. And now you take my sons eye to even that you feel entitled." The Queen hisses like the green snake she was.

"Exhausting wasn't it? Hiding behind the cloak of your own righteousness? But now they see you as you are."

Alicent narrows her eyes, yanking away from the Princess but in turn slicing into my mother's arm.

Blood trickled down onto the stone below, everyone too stunned to speak that the Queen would violently assault her kin, the Princess and heir for that matter.

Our family moves in tightly knit, and if Uncle Daemon himself could breathe fire he would.

"Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon." Aemond breaks the silence, standing by his mother's side and I stood by mine.

And I hope it had been worth it, my prince.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷

The castle was far different than I remembered it. It may have only been a couple of years since we left for Dragonstone but the halls of the red keep were once bustling with excitement but now...

Now it was a dark shadow that paled in comparison just as my grand sire, Viserys.

Ahead of me Daemon and my mother walked side by side, her hand resting on her pregnant belly that would hopefully bring me my first sister.

Lucerys and Jace however had fallen behind, yearning for their piece of nostalgia.

Only a few weeks after Lady Laena's funeral on Driftmark, my mother and true father married in the way Old Valyria when my father by law was murdered in cold blood by a paramour of his own.

My brothers, Baela, Raena and I watched from afar hardly understanding the impact this would have on our House when we'd barely had time to grieve.

"Elaena, we're to have a meeting with the Queen before court. Keep an eye on your brothers, hm?" My mothers soft purple eyes tried to hide her demons but I was old enough now to sense her unease.

Raising a concerned eyebrow, Daemon and I exchange a knowing glance.

Putting a loose strand of my white blonde hair behind my ear, my mother's hand caresses my face in comfort before sending me off on my older sister duties.

Wandering the familiar halls my mind drifted to the very person whom I wanted to see upon returning to Kings Landing.

No one knew of Aemond and I's late night ride in the skies that led to that night of rage besides the two of us and I wondered if he'd held our happier memories as fond as I had... or maybe I was just the bastard girl who'd followed him like a lost puppy in our youth.

It wasn't long before I found the dark haired boys filling into the crowd circling around none other than Aemond himself who stood at at least two feet taller than when I last saw him.

His white blonde hair was tied back out of his handsome chiseled face, revealing the now healed scar and his eye patch to cover it.

Every blow Ser Criston swung was dodged swiftly and countered by Aemond who impressed every lord and lady who watched, Jace and Luke however seemed shocked by our Uncles transformation.

As boys they never got along, Aemond being the scapegoat at every turn even with Aegon who hadn't grown his sense of loyalty until later in life.

Bringing me out of my haze a loud crash is met with gasps from the crowd when Aemond's shield splinters apart.

Tossing it to the side his gaze meets mine as I watch from the stairs and the corner of his lips tip up in a grin, warming my entire body.

Aemond and I stare at one another for what feels like an eternity and it still isn't long enough when he breaks our connection to continue swinging at his target, now with something to prove.

As I approach Luke and Jace, the crowd is clapping while Aemond holds a blade to Ser Criston's neck who looks at the prince with pride but my brothers have a different reaction, their faces sulking.

"You'll win tourneys in no time, my prince." Ser Criston raves, the crowd clapping in entertainment and I can't blame them, Aemond's impressive.

"I don't give a shit about tourneys,"

Arching an eyebrow at Cole, Aemond doesn't waste another moment before turning to me.

"Come to train, Princess?" Twirling his sword between us I can't shake the awe of how different he'd become.

Nibbling at my lip I struggle finding a witty response but instead stare at him.

"Only if I can spar with you, my prince. I'm not sure any of the knights will have me." I grin, quite proud myself of how I'd come to wield a sword.

Satisfied with my answer he takes a step closer.

"I wouldn't allow anyone else swing a sword at you, Elaena." He smiles down at me knowingly as he sheaths his blade back at his waist and my skin prickles at my name rolling off his tongue.

Something sounded different when he said my name now, this time it held more, a promise almost.

Out of the corner of my eye Luke and Jace exchange a glance and I reminded again of their tension with Aemond and Aegon alike. Over the years my animosity towards Aemond had faded away where I had more good memories than bad but my brothers on the other hand thought otherwise.

"And you, nephews?" Aemond's tone changes into something ice cold and I almost don't recognize it. He'd never talked to me the way he did my brothers.

Before either of the boys can reply, the gates to the courtyard swing open and all attention is on the Velaryon guards led by none other than Vaemond Velaryon, the very man petitioning for my brother's birthright.

Luke may be just a boy, but Lord Corlys had loved us as his own, molding us into Velaryons that would make our house proud.

The entire courtyard grows silent and I loop my arm through Luke's while sneaking a look at Aemond.

His usually tight lips where stretching into a smile at the discomfort of my little brother. As if he can feel my disappointed eyes, his gaze turns to meet mine and his handsome smirk fades.

As the soldiers pass and enter the castle, Jace ruffles the hair on Luke's head in an effort to cheer him up and urge him over to the weapons.

Watching after them, my heart warms in my chest at the memories of us all training in the courtyard together under the eye of our grandfather.

"You've grown, Princess."

Turning to the familiar deep voice a flush runs through my body at how close he's standing to me.

Men from all over Westeros had shown me attention, both powerful and charming but none of them were him, none of them were Aemond, the mysterious warrior that was bound to the largest dragon in the world when we were only children.

"You as well, perhaps a bit taller." I smile, earning a wholehearted laugh from the dragon himself.

For a moment longer his gaze lingers on my dress, trailing up my body back to my purple eyes.

"Did you arrive on dragonback?" He asks and I nod, the air between us growing thicker and thicker by the moment.

When Ser Laenor had passed, his dragon Seasmoke and I bonded giving me some sort of light at the end of the never ending dark night.

"Is it wrong to assume Aegon is run loose in the brothels this afternoon?" I arch an eyebrow, but Aemond doesn't seem in the mood, his face falling at the mention of his older brother.

"Come," He says, leading me away from prying eyes.

When it's just he and I walking through the garden's, Aemond remains to himself, crossing his arms behind his back.

"I'm sorry if I said something-"

"Don't apologize, Elaena. You did no wrong." He responds sincerely and my heart is thumping in my chest the slower we walk when I realize it.

He's jealous.

"I'm thankful he didn't poison you. Your morals seem intact. Training instead of drinking your days away. I'm quite impressed." Attempting to cheer him up I'm relieved when he finally looks at me again, like it'd been too long since.

"Second sons aren't given glory. We're meant to find it for ourselves."

"And what of the daughters?" I grin, challenging him as I always do.

"I suppose they're too wed and produce little heirs," Aemond's laugh fills the courtyard and I'll never forget the sound of it echoing through the empty corridors, breathing life to the flowers that surrounded us.

"Oh? Is that what you'd like of me? To marry some lord, or perhaps a king and have hundreds of children?" I feign offense, laughing along with him as I do.

"A strapping prince, perhaps?" Aemond replies but this time, there's no sign of playfulness and I freeze in my tracks.

Was he offering? What if he'd already been betrothed? We were around that age after all.

"Aemond, oh-" Queen Alicent's interruption saves him from my further questioning but her face falls when she notices whom her son is alone with.

The Queen's hatred towards my mother never went unnoticed and now unquestionable with her outburst at Driftmark. I was a bastard just as my brothers, so therefore just as unworthy in the eyes of the Queen and perhaps her sons as well.

"Have you seen your brother?"

"No, Mother."

"Of course. He must still be in chambers. Princess," Giving me a curt nod the Queen was gone as fast as she'd came and with her departing footsteps through the halls I let out the breath I'd been holding.

"Does my mother unsettle you?" Aemond chuckles at my discomfort, taking a step closer so he has to look down at me.

"That's one way to put it, I suppose... they'd have my head on a spike." My response makes him laugh and I'm beginning to wonder if he does that often or if it's something saved just for me.

"I'd have theirs first." He grins something malicious and it intrigues me in more ways than one.

Before walking down the hall Aemond's purple eye locks onto me and I know without a doubt he means what he says.

Aemond would protect me for now, at least I knew that much to be true.

A dragon in a pit of snakes.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
That night a fierce storm rocked the castle. Lightning lit the dim halls fooling the naked eye that the sun had prematurely risen, and to my dismay it hadn't.

Tonight felt years long, my nightmares clawing at the edges of my mind tearing away any hopes of a decent night's rest.

This nightmare had been particularly evil, making me sit straight up in my bed with screams that were sure to wake the castle.

Cradling my knees to my chest I rock myself back and forth in bed hoping to regain some calm breathing.

A knock to the door makes my sweat run cold. Surely a knight had come to check on the Princess. With screams like that there must've been a true threat.

Wiping my tear stained cheeks hurriedly I throw off the covers and go to the door.

"Everything's fine, I'm sorry-" swinging open the door the tall frigid figure comes into the candlelight and it's no knight at all.

"Aemond..." I breathe in shock, my cheeks a deep red when I realize he'd heard my cries.

With his hand resting on his sword at the ready he pushes open the door checking for any sort of danger.

"No one's here, Aemond. It was just a nightmare." I assure him but he rushes to my side eager to assess me for himself.

Taking my face in his hands his tense muscles seem to relax until he notices I've been crying, his eyebrows narrowing in out of concern.

"It wasn't just a nightmare you're upset." Soothingly brushing his thumb across the soft skin of my cheek I could forget every unpleasant dream I've ever had.

"It happens often. I'll fall back asleep eventually-"

"You're lying." He mutters, already annoyed with my dishonesty.

When words fail me I can only stare. Aemond's tousled hair was down, shorter hairs falling into his face like he'd been in bed tossing and turning like I had.

I hadn't seen him in anything other than black so when I notice he's only wearing an undershirt just thin enough to see through I melt into a puddle at his feet.

"I should go, now that I know you're safe." His mouth says one thing but his body says another staying close with his hand still cupping my face.

If he was waiting for me to pull away from him, I wouldn't dare be the first to move.

"I don't want you to go." I whisper simply, gazing up at him through my long eyelashes.

Glancing up at the door, he thinks it over for a moment.

"You need your rest, Princess." He insists, putting my well being before my own desires but I'd hoped to one day be desired by Aemond.

"Than rest with me, my prince." I ask, placing a hand on his chest.

Tensing under my touch at first he relaxes taking a deep breath, leaning into it as if it wasn't enough, he wanted more and he wasn't alone.

Without words he interlocks our fingers, leading me back to the bed I so desperately wanted out of not moments ago.

Leaning his sword against the chair besides the bed, he joins me under the covers relaxing against the pillows allowing his long toned arms to stretch out behind me.

The dull silence filled what small space was between us. I'd never been this close with another person before, let alone a man. If anyone saw us alone, and in bed together I'd be stained for any future bethrothel... but maybe that was what I wanted.

Licking his lips he contemplates what he's about to say, his hold on me tightening only slightly but I still notice and it makes me happier than it should.

"I've missed you while you've been away, Elaena. It's been... lonely here without you." He chooses his words carefully, his chest rising and falling beneath my head with his heart beating a mile a minute waiting for my reaction.

"I'm sure you've had other women warming your bed on your evenings of solitude." I joke and I can see him smirking at me from the corner of my eye, unaware I can see him.

"I believe it's your bed I'm warming tonight, princess." Aemond arches an eyebrow in challenge and I turn my head resting my chin on his chest.

"And tomorrow?" I ask, ignoring the sparks of unwarranted jealousy at the image of Aemond with another woman.

"Is that an invitation?" He grins while he absentmindedly traces the sharp curve of my jaw.

"The people of court would talk, Aemond." I sigh, not enjoying the idea of the Queen cornering me in the gardens on an afternoon stroll.

"Hmph." He scoffs at the idea, "They'd hardly be able to stop me, would they?"

The tips of his fingers trail up from my chin to softly trace my bottom lip and I watch while he stares, his brows furrowed in deep thought.

I'd never been kissed, or rather I've never let anyone kiss me and I'd be lying to myself if I hadn't said I thought about kissing Aemond on multiple occasions just since I'd walked through the front gates.

He was unattainable and in a way so was I.

The Queen would never allow her true born son be married to the bastard girl of Rhaenyra. I may have been the first born but if Alicent rejected my Mother's claim to the throne, she therefore rejected mine.

"Do you remember the song you shared with me? The night I lost my eye?" The last bit is barely audible but with only the thunder to compete with his deep voice I heard every syllable.

"Of course.. how could I forget?" I reply. That night had changed everything for our family.

"Do you still believe it to be true?"

Thousands upon thousands of men had disappeared when they ventured to Old Valyria for themselves. Even Princess Aerea Targaryen who'd flown on the back of the great Balerion had barely returned alive, leaving her with grotesque wounds no maester had ever heard or seen in their many years.

"Possibly. If our bleeding star escaped as the song says. The story of Princess Aerea makes me think different. What do you think?" That night had held so much trauma for him I was shocked he still remembered the small tune.

"If even her dragon was gravely wounded, I don't believe such a beast could survive there all this time." He sighs but tilts his head to the side.

"But that doesn't mean our mysterious dragon can't dwell in secret elsewhere." Peeking up to look at him he gifts me a small smile, tucking my long blonde streaks of hair behind my ear.

In the dim candlelight Aemond's sharp features cast a shadow when he turns his head. I'm only able to make out the side of his face with his scar stretching across where his purple eye once was.

Sitting up slightly I reach for his face cautiously as if to ask for permission but he doesn't move away from me, Aemond instead leans into the palm of my hand while my thumb brushes over the lower part of his scar.

I wanted him to feel comfortable enough to discard the leather eyepatch that hid his scar and maybe one day, he would.

"I'm sorry... I'd wished that night never happened. I should've done more to stop it." I whisper but he shakes his head.

"No, if you'd gotten hurt because of me..." He bites his lip, staring off into the dark as he pictured it unwilling to finish his thought. "Elaena, after these few years without you it was all I had, was that night together at Driftmark."

My heart stops at his confession. Had he longed for me just as I had for him? The question was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't bring myself to ask.

What would it matter if Aemond felt the same? What were we to do about it?

I imagine my Father wouldn't allow me to marry Alicent Hightower's son or perhaps he would, knowing the rage she'd grow to have knowing her son had fallen in love with the bastard daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

"I'd thought I was just a bastard like my brothers." My smile fades and I find myself pulling away from him both physically and emotionally. My paranoid mind begins to weave, wondering if this was some trick after all.

Sitting up off his chest my body regrets it instantly. Now that I'd felt his closeness I didn't want to leave and even that terrified me.

"Elaena, look at me."

Avoiding his eyes he grips my chin, turning my face so I'm forced to look at him.

"We're the blood of the dragon, the blood of Old Valyria. You are not your brothers, and I am not mine."

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Elaena's bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as mine but I'd never tell her that. Waking up next to her had felt like a hallucination where my dreams had seeped into reality.

She was back and not only that she'd blossomed into a stunning young woman, as if I hadn't fawned over her enough when we were children.

I'd worried she'd grown to hate me as her brothers do but when her sparkling smile found me in the courtyard I'd known she hadn't.

Early not long after the sun had risen in the sky I made my leave but not before leaving her with the promise of returning to escort her to the throne room later that morning.

Any time spent away from Elaena was only more excuse for her song to reverberate through my mind and bones, never ending. And I'd never want it too.

Hearing her screams in the night terrified me at the least. I'd thought the worst, a thief or a bedmate come to take the Princess for their own deprivation.

I could protect her from any man or beast but her own mind? I stood no chance but I would fight to the death.

Eager to see her again I'm quick to bathe and clothe, and early to breakfast hoping to miss Aegon who would surely question my absence last night.

It wasn't often his boring little brother spent his nights elsewhere. He'd want a story that much was certain, and I'd give him one.

"Aemond, I didn't expect you up so early." Sitting alone at the table was my Mother, the Queen and her Father, the hand to the King, Otto Hightower.

Taking a bite from a piece of fruit I give myself an excuse not to respond.

"Your brother was seen whoring in the streets of Flee Bottom last night, what do you know of it?" Grandfather wastes no time digging for information but I don't have anything for him, my evening consisting of only Elaena.

Shaking my head I meet the inquisitive eyes of my grandfather, unsure of whether to believe me or not.

Getting up to meet me my Mother takes hold of my arm, "This morning could mean the start of a new beginning, Aemond. It may be difficult but I ask that you stay silent in the proceedings, no matter what's said no matter the outcome." Her voice fades to a whisper, afraid of even the rats in the walls overhearing her.

"Of course, Mother."

I'd never forget the look of betrayal on Elaena's face when I'd spoken out about her brothers even if it was out of blind rage.

That night I understood completely, I'd have no place by Elaena's side if I couldn't at the very least dim the blazing fire of hatred for Luke and Jacaerys.

If Vaemond Velaryon was to take the Driftwood throne from the bastard boy Lucerys, my Mother and Grandfather saw it essential the younger brother of Lord Corlys owe us his loyalty.

And if my brother attempted to take the iron throne after the passing of our father war would ensue, and I couldn't be sure Elaena and I would be on the same side.

Departing with that unsettling thought I make my way back to her chambers, eager to see her again while our families lived in this false peace.

Approaching her door it's already open, harsh whispers spilling into the hallway though I could barely make it out.

The closer my steps the more I'm able to distinguish whom Elaena's speaking with.

"Grandfather will be alright, I promise you this, Luke-"

"What if I'm not ready? Mother insists it's my destiny-"

"And her along with Daemon, Jace and I will be with you every step of the way. You don't think we'd let you scounder your birthright do you?"

I can hear the smile in her voice as she comforts her little brother and for a few short moments Lucerys isn't the House Strong bastard boy who stole my eye.

Before I'm caught eavesdropping I take my remaining steps, coming into the sunlight pouring in from the many windows of her apartments.

When Elaena and I see one another she stands from her seat, her tempting pink lips tipping up in a captivating smile while her younger brothers face fell in shock.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I'm a bit early I can leave-"

"No. It's alright." Turning to Luke the boy's brown eyes are still locked on me, frozen solid unable to move and I don't bother hiding the smirk that I'm wearing at his uncomfortable shifting.

"Mothers probably looking for you. I'll see you very soon, Luke." Even when she speaks to him he's still watching me unwilling to leave me with his sister.

Little did he know the lengths of which I'd go to keep her safe.

Lifting an eyebrow in question at him he shakes himself from his trance, giving Elaena a thoughtful look before finally leaving us but not without brushing by me.

Peering down at him as he passed I wait to speak until his footsteps are fading around the corner.

"You came," she smiles sweetly and my stone hard exterior cracks and tumbles.

"Don't sound so shocked, Princess."

Getting a good look at her dress the black intricate workings shimmer beneath the light sure to draw the eye if her otherworldly beauty hadn't already.

Unlike her mother, Elaena's blonde hair flowed in waves beneath her many braids. I desperately ached to touch her, feel her plump lips beneath mine.

"I thought you might've changed your mind, my prince."

Taking a step closer to her she has to tilt her head up to look at me and I fight the urge to caress her soft skin as I had just hours ago.

No, my love how could I? You were all I was capable of thinking about.

"You're beautiful. You almost look like a Queen." I grin.

She smacks my arm playfully and I'm graced by her heartwarming laughter.

"Almost? Care to share what I'm missing?" She smiles proudly and if I were a lesser man I would feel threatened by her but instead it's quite the opposite, I get off on it.

"Just the crown, my lady."

If that's what she wanted, I'd give my life and my sword to make it happen. All she had to say were the words...

At my reply her cheeks flush a light pink and I can't resist now, cupping her delicate face in my calloused sword worn hands.

At my touch her face falls, backing away from me and it's a dagger to the heart.

"This morning there's been talk of a possible betrothal... a lord from Winterfell-"

"Talk from who, Elaena?" My mood flips like a coin, my body frigid with regretful understanding.

"My Father, my mother? The North?" She scoffs, turning to walk to the window, avoiding me but I grab hold of her arm.

"Who is he?"

"Cregan Stark. He's to arrive on the morrow to ask for my hand." She says, still keeping her gaze away from mine.

My instant reaction is to burn all of Winterfell to the ground, or simply slit the throat of the little lord the moment he arrived to Kings Landing.

"He's already on his way?"

Timidly she nods and I know she must feel guilty but my blood boiled at the thought of another man wedding Elaena, and so soon just after I'd gotten her back.

I was a Prince of the seven kingdoms, the rider of the greatest dragon in the world, I could protect her and our family from any one who dared threaten our dynasty on our shores or elsewhere.

She wasn't even mine but in my eyes, she belonged with me and I with her. This Stark would fear the dragon not mount it. Elaena was meant to burn brighter than the sun, here with me.

"Do you have any say in the matter?" I dare ask, knowing the duty we held didn't give us much choice.

"I do. Who knows, I may fall in love with the lad." She smirks and though I know she's joking I can't bring myself to laugh my jaw tense and teeth grinding, words on the tip of my tongue.

It's me, you should be falling in love with.

"Or you may find there's a better match elsewhere." I arch my eyebrow, stepping impossibly close to her.

Nibbling on her lip my focus shifts to it as she speaks, "And what men did you have in mind exactly?" She asks, her small voice barely a whisper so I lean in, my nose resting besides hers.

"Just the one, Princess."

Her purple eyes lock with mine and I know it's true, she feels the same but was it of any consequence? This Lord of Winterfell would arrive soon and he was whom her family wanted, they would never consider me.

Off in the distance the bells ring, signaling the proceedings were to start but neither one of us goes to move, too content with where we stood.

"Do you think we'd stand a chance?" She whispers, the fear she feels disheartening.

"We'd stand more than a chance, my love. We'd rule the seven kingdoms."

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Being the last to arrive to the throne room all eyes are already on us, speculation filling the air with every step we made.

At first I tuck Elaena to my side but only as a gentleman of the realm would. I want to shield her from their stares but she proves to be more brave than I give her credit for.

"They watch because you escort me, Aemond. Let me go," She whispers, squeezing my arm reassuringly but I don't move away from her, uneager to let her go as she asks.

"Let them watch. Maybe Cregan Stark will hear news you're spoken for and return North where he belongs." I respond under my breath, at first worried for her reaction but she only grins at my antics.

"Careful, my prince. Your possessiveness is beginning to show,"

"Oh my love, I haven't even begun to possess you yet." I whisper with a grin close to her ear before leaving her with her family and approaching mine whom witnessed everything.

I manage to avoid the eyes of my disapproving mother and grandfather by staring head on at my siblings, Aegon and Heleana.

Smirking at me as I come to stand behind him, Aegon turns with a knowing smile.

"It's the Princess is it? She's grown into quite the woman. Are you willing to share the bastard girl, little brother?" His smirk could tempt any man into murder, and I just might with what he's suggesting.

"I'd rather ship you off to Essos and spare us all the trouble of your insolence." I growl, my hands twitching as I hold them behind my back to prevent me from strangling him.

Stealing a glance at Elaena, she stands next to her true father Daemon. Her face is solemn and unreadable as she pays close attention to my grandfather as he begins the proceedings but I barely hear a word he says.

"For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the sky, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell upon Valyria our houses became the last of their kind. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brothers seat. I am Lord Corlys closest kin, his own blood. The true blood of House Valyria runs through my veins."

"As it does is my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your houses blood Ser Vaemond you would be not so bold as to try to supplant it's rightful heir. You only speak for yourself-" Rhaenyra's patience wears thin as the tide changes, her sons birthright slipping through her grasp.

"You have chance to make your own petition Princess Rhaenyra. Do give Ser Vaemond the courtesy of his being heard." My mother sounds out, ever the voice of reason on the side always opposite of her daughter by law.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house not yours." He grits his teeth at her and Elaena steps forward her eyes spinning with white hot fire but she's pulled back by Daemon who whispers something in her ear to calm her.

"I humbly put myself before you as Lordy Corlys successor. The Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the tides." He steps away but not without giving Elaena and her family a look of pride, tilting up his chin to Rhaenyra herself.

"Thank you ser Vaemond. Princess Rhaenyra you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon." My grandfather nods and she steps forward.

"If I am to grace this farce with an answer I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago in this very-"

Behind her the throne room doors are swinging open, our father, the King himself passing through them.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, first of his name king of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the first men. Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm."

A hush falls over the entirety of the hall as the knights booming voice demands the attention of every Lord and Lady. For the first time in years my father would sit the throne and all for his true heir, his first born, Rhaenyra.

Finally reaching the throne, he shares a few words with my grandfather while Ser Vaemond shares stunned reactions with anyone who'd look at him.

Knights rush to his aid but he waves them off, intent on climbing the iron throne himself.

Just as he's to reach the top the crown of Jaehaerys falls, the noise rattling all the hearts of any cold man or woman that stood in his wake but he isn't alone. Daemon climbs the steps besides him and we all watch in silence.

Some even now would speculate that Prince Daemon wanted the throne for himself and they'd be correct. Any sane man would crave power yes, but those who were honorable knew love and loyalties conquered all, despite if some of us didn't want to admit it.

"I must admit my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys." Struggling to catch his breath the suffering King urges his cousin forward.

"Indeed your grace. It was ever my husbands will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his true born son Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed and nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact the Princess has just informed me of her desire to wed her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys granddaughter Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree."

Elaena and I lock eyes and I realize now why they expected her to wed and so soon. She was the oldest and if the younger of the siblings were to marry, than it only made sense though that didn't make it sting any less.

"Well the matter is settled... again. I here by reaffirm prince Lucerys Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood throne and the next Lord of the Tides."

"You break law and centuries of traditions to install your daughter as heir yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon... no. I will not allow it." He spits, his voice deepening but still heard by all.

"Allow it?" When Vaemond challenges my father a piece of him seems to come back to life. "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."

"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine." The mad man points at the boy and though I respect his boldness it's suicide at best. While he said what we all knew to be fact this was nor the time or place.

"Go to your chambers, you have said enough." Rhaenyra attempts to usher her three children away but Elaena shakes her head, eager to stay with her mother and I smile proudly. She would not flee the storm she would face it.

"You may run your house as you see fit but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom and a thousand tribulations besides and gods be dammed I will not see it ended on the account of this-" he stops himself before he says the words that will seal his fate but Daemon taunts him softly.

"Say it-"

"Her children are BASTARDS. And she... is a whore." His deathly glare closes in on Elaena and her brothers, my body moving toward her before I can even think.

"I will have your tongue for that." My father struggles to stand, unsheathing his dagger from his waist but his brother is quicker, shocking us all by slicing Ser Vaemond's head in two, his body falling lifeless to the cold hard ground and I freeze mid-step.

"He can keep his tongue."

My lips tip up into an satisfied smile, my eye darting from the body to Daemon himself whom is already wiping his sword clean of the very Velaryon blood Ser Vaemond spoke of.

"His blood seems to be the same as ours after all, Mother." Elaena mutters under her breath and I still chuckle at her sharp tongue, satisfying me beyond belief. Perhaps she didn't need a crown to sound like a Queen after all.

"Disarm him!" Otto yells out, staying close to my mother and Heleana.

"No need, no need." Daemon replies, seeming quite bored with the foolishness of it all.

Collapsing into his chair, my mother and Rhaenyra are the first to my father's aid helping him up and into the arms of the knights and maesters.

The crowds of people begin to disperse and I don't waste another moment before going to her, ignoring the judgmental glances from all who looked but I'm yanked back by Aegon who pulls me in the opposite direction.

"Careful little brother, you don't want them to see, do you? Besides, I have something better planned."

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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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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
Doing a last turn in front of the mirror I correct a few loose strands of hair and I'm finally satisfied. My lips were still a bit swollen from all the kissing and biting courtesy of Aemond but it was a reminder of our time together as if it hadn't been running through my mind all evening.

Taking my leave I'm quick with my venture to the Red Keep, already running late as it was my nature.

On the right hand side of the table sat my Mother and Father along with Jace and Luke with their betrothed, Baela and Rhaena. On the left Aegon stood with Aemond who was seemingly bored with the conversation until I walk in and all of his attention is reserved for me.

My lips tip up into a shy smile, afraid to show any any kind of emotion in the room of people I'd walked into.

Aegon and Otto seem to notice Aemond's distraction with me and sure enough the room grows silent as I approach the table sitting at the only empty seat on the right side next to Jace.

"Glad you could join us, good sister. I was beginning to think you took your dragon back to Dragonstone to avoid Cregan." Jace jokes but he isn't far off. I hadn't been looking forward to the arrangement especially after my afternoon with Aemond.

"There's still time, Jace. Don't tempt me." I warn, pointing a knife at him.

"When I was a few years shy of Elaena's age I was being paraded on a ship across Westeros to find a proper husband. You're all quite fortunate that you've been found suitable matches and so close to home. " My mother takes a sip of her wine and I steal a glance at Aemond who's pretending not to pay attention but takes a gulp from his cup.

"He'll be entering the tourney from what I heard.
Proper time to assess his skill." Daemon adds but I can hardly fathom a tourney and feast in our honor. I had no intention of marrying the Stark lord, it was only a matter of letting it be known.

Coming from behind me there's a commotion and everyone rises from the table, anticipating the arrival of Viserys.

The knights carry the decrepit man in his seat to the middle of the dining table between both Queen Alicent and my mother Rhaenyra.

Everyone watches in silence with heavy hearts as the old man struggles to get comfortable but I'm distracted by Aegon taking his seat in between Helaena and I, leaving Aemond to the end of the table with his Grandfather where I can feel his irritation growing as he watched from afar.

I wanted Aemond at my side, and freely as my husband and fierce protector. I wanted to share a bed every evening with no guilt or shame as my Mother now did with my Father. Truly she would understand, wouldn't she? Her and Daemon's affair before she wed Ser Laenor was the entire reason I'd come into this world to begin with.

"How good it is, to see you all tonight, together. This is an occasion for celebration it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena further strengthening the bond between our houses, and my granddaughter Elaena, good fortune in her meeting with Ser Cregan Stark. A toast to the young Princes and Princess and their betrothed!" Pausing for breath where he needed, Grandsire raises his cup, all of us following suit.

"Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lay with a woman." Aegon mutters earning an annoyed look from Baela, but still keeping their composure, they ignore him.

"And to Prince Lucerys, future Lord of the Tides." My grandfather continues but Luke doesn't seem so sure. Sensing his unease Rhaena leans over with a reassuring smile to her future husband, "You'll be great."

"You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle... where to put your cock and all that-"

"Let it be, cousin." Baela warns.

"You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed." Jace doubles down quietly, unwilling to entertain him like he had when we were children.

"It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world yet grown so distance from each other in the years past." Taking a staggered breath, he reaches to his mask covering up the half of his face that had faded away and drops it to the table.

"Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon is divided. Set aside your grievances if not for the sake of the crown then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." Viserys collapses into his seat exhausted as we all share uncomfortable glances with one another.

The first to speak is my Mother, standing with her cup raised.

"I wish to raise my cup to her Grace the Queen. She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love and honor and for that she has my gratitude and my apology." Everyone around the table is shocked but I can't take my eyes from Aemond, hope bubbling up to the surface for us after all and he seems to sense it too.

My mother takes her seat and not long after, Aemond's mother the Queen Alicent stands, "Your graciousness moves me deeply princess. We're both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine Queen."

My mother smiles only slightly and a noticeable weight lifts from the table as we all raise our cups, drinking to what would hopefully be a better future for our families, but the daunting pit in my chest told me otherwise.

"Beware the beast beneath the boards." Helaena mutters, lost in her own thoughts before standing herself.

"I would like to toast to Baela, Elaena and Rhaena. They'll be married soon... it isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you, except sometimes when he's drunk." Laughing to herself, Daemon and I join her even Otto seems to look up at her with a joyful smile, nodding proudly.

"Let us have some music." Viserys asks, and as the King commands it begins with soft melodies that fill the hall.

Leaning into me Aegon watches his brother as he whispers in my ear, "I do hope your betrothed doesn't find out about your affair with my brother, you wouldn't want to begin a war, would you?"

Aemond's blazing gaze won't leave me, his jaw clenching and unclenching trying to calm himself but the tension is unrelenting, our siblings stoking the flames of the inevitable combustion.

Narrowing my eyes at him I tip up his glass of wine, spilling it down the front of his chest when no one's looking.

"Perhaps I can visit you on dragon back when you reside at Winterfell, Elaena." Jace sits back in his chair, feeding into this nonsense but not without smirking at Aemond whom he now knew without a doubt had feelings for me.

"The North is a vast amount of land. Being Warden of the North is a heavy burden and to have taken it on at such a young age, he's not much older than you Jace." Daemon begins, sifting through the plate of vegetables in front of him.

Desperate to end the conversation I clear my throat.

"I've yet to meet the man. There's more to a marriage than land and power." Bringing the wine to my lips I take a gulp, already eager to escape to my chambers.

"Is there?" My father has a laugh, smirking over his shoulder at my Mother who only gives him a look of warning.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice Aegon mutter under his breath to Jace before reaching for more wine.

Instead of giving Aegon the satisfaction my young brother excuses himself, rounding the table to Helaena offering her his hand to dance.

"Starks are honorable men. His father swore to me twenty years ago when I was crowned heir." My mother continues, but I'm only growing more annoyed at the idea of how perfect he seemed to be.

Aemond shifts uncomfortably in his seat, drumming his fingers against the table and I can feel him nearing his limit.

By the moment Viserys grew weaker, cursing softly in pain until Queen Alicent motions for the guards to take him to his chambers.

For a few short moments the talk of marriage has ended until Luke lands his final blow.

"Would the wedding take place here or Dragonstone?" he says with a chuckle but it's short lived with Aemond's fist slamming onto the table only moments after Viserys has left the room.

The room goes silent, even the soft melodies of music stopping abruptly at his interruption.

Standing up from the table he pushes away the chair, raising his cup.

"Final tribute."

My heart constricts in my chest, his voice almost unfamiliar with quiet rage as I watch him, pleading him with every thought and feeling not do whatever it was he was about to do.

"To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffery. Each of them handsome, wise..."

"Aemond," I breathe, but it's too late his mind is made up.

"Strong... Come! Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys." Alicent and I share a similar expression of horror, the peace we'd almost had slipping from our grasp as Aemond's anger destroys it all.

"I dare you to say that again." Jace comes to stand in front of Helaena his hands balled up into fists as if they weren't the ones that pulled the dragon's tail.

"Why? Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong-" Jace reers back, punching Aemond squarely across the face but he's hardly affected not even spilling a drop of wine, he even looks to enjoy it.

Luke stands to defend his brother but Aegon is faster, gripping him by his neck and smashing his face into the dining table.

"Jace, stop it now!" I shout. Rhaena goes to help Luke as I take my place between Jace and Aemond but he's already charging at Aemond who easily pushes him to the floor.

"Why would you say such a thing before all these people?" Alicent grips her son's arm but he rips it away.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Hm. Though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond taunts, going back for more just as my brothers.

Standing with me however was my Father, who with one word stopped my brothers warpath.

Crossing his arms with a sigh, Daemon looks at Aemond and I both, his stare instantly locking on my hand around Aemond's arm but I don't move it.

"Back to your quarters, all of you." My mother ushers my brothers towards the door and Rhaena and Baela follow but Aemond and I remain where we stand for a moment longer.

My father and Aemond seem to have an unspoken conversation. Looking down at me, Aemond's hard features soften slightly but his guard is back and I'm watching him walk away from me down the dark hall.

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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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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The morning sun came too quickly but when I'd woken naked in the arms of Aemond I was convinced last night wasn't another one of my dreams.

Stirring awake before him, I selfishly admire his still bare face and remember his gift. I'd never remove it, just as he would never remove his, eternally connected to one another.

I almost wished someone would find us like this, tangled in the sheets protected indefinitely by each other's embrace.

They'd have no choice but to wed us, our families finally at peace for the sake of love. They'd write songs of us overcoming all odds to be with each other.

"I should be the one staring at you," I almost jump out of my skin when his husky voice sounds from above me, his purple eye opening slowly to meet mine.

"Good morning, my prince."

"A very good morning indeed," his sleepy grin is all it takes for the familiar heat to rise up between my thighs aching for him once more.

Bringing our lips closer his arm snakes tighter around my waist bringing our bare chests against one another.

"How did you sleep, my song?" He asks sweetly and it's then that I sense the shift in him. Was it possible I wasn't alone in my soul infecting affection? Did I own him as he owned me?

"Soundly. It seems you keep the nightmares away," I smile resting my palm against his cheek, brushing my thumb across his smooth skin.

"Than it's settled, you're not to spend a single night without me."

Our mouths melt together in sweet serenity leaving no space for argument though there wouldn't have been one.

Humming in the simplest of pleasure his fingers grip the skin on my back and the pain only wines me up further.

Trailing his lips behind my ear and down my neck a small whimper escapes me.

"Now that I've had you, it'll never be enough, Elaena, never." His deep voice held this promise of forever and I'd take it and hope to the old gods and the new that he would keep it.

His mouth wanders south and my body reacts on instinct arching up to meet him as he disappears beneath the covers.

I try to push away the insecure thoughts that wandered at the edges of my mind about his experience. I figured I hadn't been his first but I intended to be his last.

The worry is quickly swept away by the flick of Aemond's tongue and I'm drowning in ecstasy yet again.

Tossing the covers over his head, Aemond licks his lips his purple eye hazy with desire eager to watch me squirm and buck beneath his mouth.

Gripping my hips he slides me down the bed closer to him for easier access.

"Fuck, soaking wet for me are we, princess?"

"Consider me ruined," I breathe with some of my wit intact. Aemond chuckles not only warming my heart but also fanning the fires of my moral blinding desire for him.

"You and me both, my love." He smirks, before tasting me once more. Throwing back my head I cling to the sheets in fear I'll be taken from this plane of existence.

Finding my sensitive bud his pace quickens, slipping in first one finger then a second. Reaching for his head my fingers get tangled in his long hair, whimpering his name into the early hours of the morning.

I couldn't give a fuck less if someone heard us, I'd never experienced anything like the things Aemond made me feel and no amount of time would be enough.

"Aemond," I beg and I don't have to ask him twice.

Climbing up to me it's as if our bodies have done this a million times, completely in tune with one another as his thickness fills me to the brim. Both gasping at the connection his mouth collides with mine in a passionate kiss that can only be described as intense, his tongue taking all that belonged to him.

Slowly he moves in and out, the soreness from the night before only serving more to my climax. To be sore from Aemond was to be loved, even if we hadn't said it.

Nibbling at his bottom lip I rake my finger nails down his back, driving him deeper and quicker bringing a guttural growl from deep within Aemond's chest.

Locking my legs around his waist I hold onto him for dear life while his thrusts blur my vision, my climax joining his like a wild stampede. Tipping my chin up our eyes are locked and the waves of my cataclysmic orgasm would be forever etched into my mind along with his shimmering sapphire eye.

Aemond collapses next to me, our erratic breathing all we both can muster.

"How can something so sinful feel so heavenly?" I manage, rolling over to rest on his heaving chest.

"You're a gift from the gods, that's how," licking his lips they tip up into a grin and I can't help but place a soft kiss to them.

"You noticed that did you?" I grin, his cock and compliments enough to make any woman feel her true power.

"I've only lost one eye, Elaena, your brothers didn't blind me." He chuckles, running a hand through his long silver hair seemingly entertained with me.

Getting out of bed his warmth is replaced by the cool empty sheets and I'm already dreading the day ahead.

Aemond's body moves with graceful confidence. His sharp muscles straining as he stretches for a few things on the table and I inaudibly moan when he brings his eyepatch back over his handsome face.

Unfolding a wash cloth he yanks the sheet off of me and I have nowhere to run from the cold air. Climbing back into bed with me, Aemond pulls my body closer intent on cleaning up his mess.

Even still his cum spilled out of me, surely staining the sheets and the maids would surely talk of the deflowered princess.

Being uncharacteristically gentle he wipes me clean tossing the rag to the side before leaving a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh.

Pulling up his trousers my heart sinks realizing he's meaning to leave. Keeping his top button undone he manages to find my nightgown balled up in the corner from the night prior and hands it over with a grin.

"Early morning plans?" I ask, crawling from bed to get a look of myself in the mirror.

"Indeed I do. Seems I have a tourney to enter."

Spinning around in surprise I catch him throwing his shirt over his head.

"What? But I thought-" Reaching me in two long strides he stops me mid sentence with his magic lips.

"If Cregan Stark is coming to fight for your hand, than a fight he shall get." Aemond's raspy voice was haunting, reminding me of the shadows that lurked in the corners of his heart.

"Win or lose, he won't have me." I promise, as he takes me in his arms.

"Oh, I have no such intentions on losing. And when I win, know every swing of my sword will be for you." Pressing a thoughtful kiss against my temple, he's quick with tucking in his shirt and stepping into this boots.

Walking him the short distance to the door he takes my face between his hands, giving me a kiss goodbye before taking one more look at me, bedhead and all.

"Though I like the idea of the entire castle seeing these marks, it may be best you keep your hair down for a few days... or indefinitely." He smirks, brushing his fingertips around my neck.

My smile fades when I realize exactly what marks he's referring to.

Rushing over to the mirror it isn't until then that I notice the many hickeys and bite marks scattered across my neck and breasts.

"Aemond!" I exclaim, reaching for something anything to throw at his head but I'm not fast enough, his infectious laughter escaping through my chamber door.

Turning back to the mirror to examine my love bites, a small grin can't be helped. Being marked by Aemond felt like a badge of honor and when we were wed I would no longer hide them, I'd wear them proudly but for now we'd play their game.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Kings Landing was already buzzing this morning with the arrival of the North. Almost overnight banners and dining tables had invaded the throne room and soon it would be filled with the Lords and Ladies of the capital... and they were all celebrating the possible betrothal of Elaena.

The poor squire hadn't expected the one eyed prince to join the running. Simply walking the stretch of the field young and old knights alike looked on with fear when they realized the King's son was no longer a boy, but a man here for his crown.

Changing into sparring equipment I waste no time getting to the training yard. I promised my love a win, and she would get it.

With every swing of the sword the events of last night and this morning replay in my mind over and over again. Even the thought of her soft whimpers could make me hard with desire in broad daylight.

I was done for, Elaena had invaded every thought, every beat of my cold heart and I was happily drowning in my obsession for her.

"Thought you didn't give a shit about tourneys, my prince." Criston Cole taunts me from afar but I ignore him, happy to have living target to swing at.

"Pick up a sword,"

Doing as he's told he slips on his gloves, eyeing me with suspicion but I don't have the time. This time tomorrow I'd be suiting up to beat out my competition once and for all. I'd show them all that I was the obvious choice for Elaena and if even then they won't agree, I'll take her for myself.

Unrelenting, Cole and I spar but it's the Stark boys head I picture in place of his.

"I think it may be wise to tell you," dodging me once more he struggles for breath but I'm only getting started.

"The Queen has become aware of your nightly ventures with the Princess," he struggles before I disarm him, sending his sword sailing to the ground.

Narrowing my eye at him, he's gained all of my attention. Keeping my sword at his neck for a lingering moment, I smirk down at him.

"Hm, a venture is it?" I chuckle.

Surely tracing the curves and dips of Elaena's flawless body with my tongue could be defined a venture.

"Are you sure it's wise to dirty your hands with her, my prince?"

Cocking my head to the side he realizes he's hit a nerve. I could cut out his tongue here for speaking of her in such a way and the sword in hand made it quite the opportunity...

Rhaenyra was the heir to the throne, and if her mother intended to keep the tradition going Elaena would be a Queen one day as well if that's what she wanted.

Stopping my train of thought the doors to the courtyard swing open.

Stark house banners announced the arrival of the North and while I search the crowd for the boy I subconsciously twirl my sword, eager even now to size up the lad.

As if I can feel her presence my gaze turns to the castle steps where Rhaenyra and Daemon escorted Elaena with her oldest brothers, Jace and Luke.

She was as gorgeous as ever, her black sequined dress twinkling in the morning sunlight going ever so perfectly with the black sapphire that hung around her neck.

Half of her long blonde locks where braided on top of her head but the longest of her waves laid purposefully over the trail of marks I'd made across the sides of her throat and the reminder brings a grin to my face.

Like magnets her blazing purple eyes meet mine and her frustrated expression morphs into a genuine smile. I take a couple steps toward her only to be yanked back by Cole.

"She's promised to another-"

"And I'll kill the bastard before I let him have her." I growl, meaning every word. Ripping myself from his grasp I watch from afar as they're introduced.

The Stark lord is more man than boy but I still had a few inches on him. Elaena offers her hand to shake but he brings it to his lips, kissing it instead. Already my jealousy is rearing its ugly head and I know the very worst is yet to come.

We should've ran away together when we had the chance. Take our dragons to the ends of the world where names and titles didn't matter. Her family would think I kidnapped her, though the idea was tempting.

Eavesdropping best I can he asks her for a tour of the city. Stumbling with her words, my song doesn't know what to say in fear of sounding too eager or not eager enough.

Again, her eyes dart to me and this time her father notices. Daemon crosses his arms over his chest taking a step towards me when he's distracted by Rhaenyra, leading the rest of his company back up the castle steps.

Giving me one last look Elaena glances back at me over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner leading Cregan to the very same gardens we'd first spoken in when she'd returned to Kings Landing.

Seething my sword I turn to Cole, "Meet back here, wear something to fit in. I don't want her out of my sight." I command.

"Of course, my prince." The knight wants to argue but he doesn't and for that I'm grateful, I'd only win. Taking the steps a couple at a time I can't get to my chambers fast enough.

Rounding a corner I should've seen him coming but I'm too distracted.

Daemon's forearm presses against my throat shoving me harshly into the stone wall but I don't resist, I'd known this conversation was coming.

"What is it do you think you're doing with my daughter, Prince Aemond?" Not letting up on my throat my voice is raw, "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Prince Daemon." Breaking from his grasp he still seems intent on murdering me but his rage only amuses me.

"I'm no one to play with, boy. I notice the looks you share, the way you hover over her. Her mother may not see it but I do. If you've touched her-"

"And if I have, do you intend to kill me, Uncle?" I taunt but it's short lived. Before I know it Daemon's dagger is pressed against my neck leaving no room to breathe and if I got myself killed now, Elaena would never forgive me.

"She's too pure, too good for you. Do you understand? You'll stay away-"

"She is, but I won't stay away from her, I can't-"

"You will." Pressing the blade deeper as his last warning he pulls away suddenly and he's gone as fast as he came down the dark hallway.

Staring after him I rub at the raw cut on my neck wiping away what little blood he drew.

He was delusional if he thought I'd stay away from Elaena. Even when we were children she was my only viable source of light and happiness and I was her shadow, always following close thankful for even a chance of catching her sunlight.

Now would be no different. Now my love grew fiercer with each passing hour and not even a dagger to the throat would be enough to stop me.

Being quick in my chambers I wrap the hooded cloak around my shoulders and make my way back to Ser Criston.

It would be difficult to find them now, Daemon's interruption would be Cregan Stark's saving grace.

Weaving through the back alleys we hide in the shadows, checking the market I finally spot her white blonde hair in the sea of people and I'm frozen where I stand, stunned by her radiance.

Twirling her necklace between her fingers her smile stops all who walk by on the street, they're ecstatic to see the Princess in the flesh desperate to touch her silver hair and fine fabrics.

I want to go to her, feel her soft skin beneath my hands and share the afternoon together but it wasn't me she was spending it with. Cregan's short dark hair peeked out beside her, standing much too close and if my stare could kill, his arm would fall from his body for the way it's locked with hers.

"She seems quite happy with the Stark lord." Cole chirps from behind me, annoyed I'd brought him outside the castle walls with me.

"She's a happy person, Ser Criston." I grumble, following the both of them down the street.

Watching from afar my jaw ticks with tension when I notice his face come close to hers whispering something in her ear. If the man would only look down he'd catch a glimpse of the many bruises I'd left, marking what's mine.

Rolling her eyes at him, Elaena makes a sharp turn down an alleyway and and he follows, taking them both from my sight but I have an inkling on where she might be taking him.

"The Queen will wonder your whereabouts,"

"She'll know soon enough when you return to the castle."

"I just don't believe your affair with the princess is a good idea, my Prince-"

"Believe me when I say there is no stopping me, Cole. If you wish to return to my mother than go but I won't deny myself of her." Pulling my hood tighter around my face I start down the alleyway when he calls out from behind me.

"You're in love with her... aren't you."

Of course I am you fucking imbecile. Helplessly, obsessively, in love with her.

Taking a deep breath I only look back at him, giving him his answer without saying a word.

His expression falls, disappointment evident on his Dornish features. Leaving him there I fade away into the crowds, taking any road alone if it led me to her.

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The sun sat high in the sky, the afternoon heat creeping in from behind it's clouds as I watched from afar while Elaena led Cregan Stark to the dragon pit. She was going to try and scare the poor lord off was she? Proudly, I grin to myself.

Following close he reaches for her necklace, twirling the jewel I'd gifted her in his hand. My nostrils flare with silent rage, growing more when his knuckles brush across her chest. The Stark lord might as well have been holding my very heart in his hands and he had no clue but I was going to show him.

Reaching for my dagger I snake my fingers around it's grip eager to send it through his palm when Elaena pulls away him, placing her petite hand over the necklace protectively and my heart couldn't be prouder of her.

They exchange a few words before she jogs up the remainder of the steps, leaving him to watch after her not even realizing I'd been watching over her too.

Using the steps underground, I take corners carefully in the dirt as to not be heard.

Elaena's voice beats off the stone walls and my footsteps freeze. Clinging to the shadows I follow the melodic sound when I spot them.

Seasmoke stirs from his sleep, seemingly happy to see it's rider though Cregan takes a step back, his hand on his sword as if his steel was any match for one of our dragons.

Elaena however is ecstatic to see her silver scaled companion, her radiant smile enough to light these dark caves. Seasmoke must not be used to these conditions. At Dragonstone their dragons fly free in the open air basking in the sunlight like the worldly creatures they are.

My heart longed to visit her there when she'd left for years time, but now the thought of her leaving without me was unbearable. I'd go anywhere she'd ask, hell included.

Staying back Cregan watches from afar still unsure of the beast before him and Seasmoke senses it, rearing open its jaws fire rising up from his throat but Elaena places her palm against its scales, speaking calmly and the dragon takes her command bringing itself protectively between the two of them and he's blocked from sight.

Elaena seems to notice this, taking a glance around before crouching to back away stealthily. Hiding in the shadows she doesn't see me at first, she's too preoccupied with sneaking away from Cregan.

"Elaena?" He calls out, but she's crouched behind a dark corridor just across from me.

His footsteps are hard to make out from the dirt but he gives up rather quickly, surely terrified of the beasts that surrounded him and no one to protect him.

He returns the way they came but Elaena remains for a moment longer, afraid he'll find her sneaking away.

Biting at her lip she peeks around one last time before tiptoeing down the back hallway as I had.

Sneaking up behind her, Elaena's steps slow before she spins around pressing me against the wall with a dagger pulled against my already sore throat.

"Aemond?!" She breathes, her purple eyes wide in shock when she realizes whom her follower had been but she doesn't remove her blade.

"This didn't turn me on when your father did it. I quite like you holding a blade to my throat, my love." I smirk, my body humming with anticipation now that we'd been reunited. I wanted her, again, now.

"My father? What are you talking about?" Withdrawing her weapon she doesn't move away and I'm thankful for her closeness, I'd missed her all afternoon even more severely when watching her with another man.

"He put a dagger to my throat and told me to stay away, so I told him the truth of it."

"Which is?"

"That I can't... and I won't."

Even in the dark halls of the dragonpit I can still see the deep blush that washes over her innocent face.

Reaching for her necklace I take the opportunity to brush my own knuckles across her chest moving away her hair so I can see the marks I'd left, admiring my handy work.

Turning her head up sharply, it suddenly occurs to her I'd been watching.

"Have you been with us this whole time?" She asks.

Nodding, she laughs to herself and I'm relieved she's not angry with me.

"Where were you keeping that dagger?" I ask, impressed she heard me approaching to begin with. If I had any doubts my song would be able to handle herself before they were a thing of the past now.

Lifting up her dress she slides the knife back into its holder strapped around her thigh and I can feel my dick twitching to be inside of her at the sight.

Letting out a sharp breath she notices, bringing her dress higher while I watched, my mouth going bone dry as she exposed inch after inch. Kneeling at her feet I worship the only way I know how, with my tongue.

"It's as if the gods created you with me in mind." I grin, starting just above her knee I leave a kiss, than another, trailing towards her inner thigh.

"Aemond," She shudders beneath my mouth, throwing back her head when I reach her most sensitive bud, tasting her sweet desire that pooled between her legs.

Her free hand throws off my hood so she can see me, and I look up at her, our eyes locking as I lap my tongue in a steady rhythm but a taste is not enough I want to be inside of her.

Standing up I take her face between my hands, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips.

Barely pulling away from her I mumble against her mouth, "Watching you with him is pure torture," I admit. "So now, I'm going to fuck away even the memory of his name. Do you understand, Princess?"

Turning her to the wall I hesitate when she doesn't respond until her shaky voice whimpers, "Please," lifting her dress I push down the waist of my pants.

I bend her over and in one graceful motion I thrust my throbbing dick inside of her the relief blissful and building every moment she tightens her muscles around me.

Her soft moans were music to my ears straight from the mouths of angels, it was no wonder she sang to damn beautifully.

"Deeper," she urges and I'm seconds away from coming undone at her command gripping her waist to get a better angle.

As soon as I do we both feel it, our bodies moving as one teetering at the edge of ecstasy together. There was never any hope for another love, Elaena asked me to ruin her but it was me who was truly ruined.

"Let go for me, Elaena. Take me with you," reaching around her body my index and middle finger slide in between her soaking wet folds and she gasps unable to help herself against my quickening pace.

Spilling into her with a guttural growl her own climax demands every drop of me and I give it to her.

Dazed from my own pleasure I press a hand against the wall holding myself up above her watching like a possessive animal as my seed dripped down the insides of her thighs.

"You'll put a child in me at this rate," She breathes while I slowly pull out of her, all energy gone from my body.

Pressing my sweaty forehead to hers I leave a gentle kiss to her lips as if to remind her how important she is to me.

"What if I do?" I ask. The idea of Elaena carrying my child was a dream I saw often. Training our children in combat and as dragonriders they'd be heirs to the Iron Throne and they'd have anything this world had to offer.

Taking my hands in hers she looks down at our interlocked fingers, a small smile peeking out from beneath her long blonde hair and my frozen heart beats faster still.

"Than you'd have no choice but to wed me, my prince." She teases, but I shake my head. "I'll wed you right now, Elaena." At my admission I all but say that I'm in love with her and the words are on the tip of my tongue.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? SHOW YOURSELF!"

Without turning to see who was calling after us I grab her arm, "Run, now!"

Taking off into a sprint I keep Elaena close, only turning to ensure our escape. Breaking out of the dark tunnel system into the city I can admire her nervous excitement, smiling up at the sky while her skin absorbed the rays of sunlight.

Keeping our fingers locked tight we lose the city watchman in a crowd of people, her laugh infectious and I wonder if I've ever been so happy in my entire lifetime. I'd give anything to keep this, to keep her.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The afternoon hadn't turned out to be as terrible as I initially thought. Cregan had come on strong from the beginning asking for a tour of the capital and to keep up appearances I agreed.

The young Lord was nice enough and if I hadn't already been hopelessly in love with Aemond, there might have been a chance for him yet.

Escorting me to chambers Aemond seems to care less and less about hiding our relationship and I along with him.

Pinned against the walls in the dragonpit he fucked me until I didn't remember where we were and told me he'd marry me. Hardly a romantic proposal but it was his, and that's all that mattered and now it was all I could think about.

"You'll be at the feast tonight?" I ask, linking my arm with his, nervous I'll have to face the evening without him.

"Of course. I won't be far if you need anything." He replies, his mind drifting elsewhere.

"Does a dance count?" Smiling sweetly up at him his lips tip up into a sexy half smile at my silly request.

"I said anything, my love." Reaching my chamber doors he twirls me into his arms and presses a soft kiss to my temple.

Smiling up at him the door opens from behind me and I almost stumble backwards if it weren't for Aemond.

Turning to meet the eyes of my fuming father I falter, stepping a step back into Aemond's chest.

"Go, now." He motions his head urging Aemond away but he doesn't move, his arm instead snaking around my waist in defiance.

Daemon opens the door wider, stepping aside growing more irritated the longer I hesitate. Squeezing Aemond's hand I step through the door, giving him a reassuring smile.

Biting his lip he looks me over with concern but Daemon was my father, he'd never do anything to hurt me.

Shutting the door in his face, my father's rage turns to me but I don't back away when he approaches, I stand my ground.

"Have you gone mad?! You're to be betrothed to the Stark lord and you left him in the dragon pits-"

"You think I don't know that? I've chosen someone else, I choose Aemond." I don't bother keeping my voice down. The entire capital could hear, I didn't want this feast, this tourney, the wedding, any of it.

"We don't all get to choose. There may come a day the greens dispute your mothers claim to the throne, the North is essential-" coming closer he keeps his voice low but it's still threatening only fueling me more.

"We'd both have the throne if it passed to Aemond and I."

"Are you as blind as to not see that's why he's shown such interest in you, Elaena? He's been put up to it but his cunt Mother and Grandfather. They want to ruin the arrangement before it's even begun." He spits.

Nostrils flaring, I keep my hands balled up at my sides glaring at my father for saying such a thing, "You're wrong." I say through clenched teeth, unwelcomed tears threatening to fall.

"It's not you his heart desires, it's the iron throne he wants." Coming to stand in front of me he takes my shoulders and I think he's going to try to shake some sense into me.

Staring straight back into his chaotic purple eyes that reflect my own, something breaks inside of me that I can't quite place and like Seasmoke I breathe fire.

"Was it not my mother you desired? Or was it her throne? You're hardly one to lecture on duty and bethrothel." He knows I'm right so he avoids my angry stare, backing away with his hands on his hips, his face contorting in anger.

On a roll I continue, not realizing to stop while I'm ahead. "After all it was your affair that brought me into the realm, it only makes sense I continue such a tradition, marrying my Uncle as well-"

"You'll speak of it no more, Elaena. You will feast with the Starks and wed one when the time comes and your Mother will not hear a word of this. Understood?" My father comes so close I wonder for a moment if he'll grip me by my throat.

Refusing to respond all I can do is stare daggers at him. Though he had both of his eyes, my father was blind to his hypocrisy.

Biting my tongue a lone tear cascades down my cheek but it's far from a sad cry, it's one of fury.

I'd been the perfect daughter. Respectful and studious, nurturing but fierce and it still wasn't enough. This was the one thing I wanted for myself.

I keep my mouth shut, unwilling to agree.

Satisfied with my silence my father goes for the door, slamming it shut behind him without another look at me.

I would not wed Cregan Stark. I belonged with Aemond and if my father refused to see that, I'd take fate into my own hands hoping in my heart of hearts I was making the right decision.

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Sending away the handmaidens sent to help me prepare for the feast, I spend hours in the tub mulling over what it was Aemond and I should do.

A part of me wished to flee all responsibility together. Travel from city to city learning first hand of cultures we'd only read about in our textbooks searching for our lost dragon wherever it may take us.

The steaming water had long gone cold. Stepping from its dirtied water I wrap the towel around myself going to the mirror.

Tilting my head I get a look at my love marks that had yet to fade and a smile tugs at my lips for the first time all evening.

I'd see him soon but we'd act like strangers forced to stand apart only to gaze lustfully at one another from different corners of the room.

He'd be forced to watch me dance with Cregan, listen to false speeches of unity among houses that would not be joined and all under the scrutiny of my father and brothers.

Laid on my bed was a white dress unfamiliar to me. I'd rarely worn anything other than black, it was my color after all so this was quite literally the opposite.

A necklace was placed besides it nothing like the one I still wore around my neck from Aemond. This piece of jewelry was gold, the diamond like crystals a complete contrast to my beloved black sapphire.

Ignoring the choices made for me I make my own sifting through my trunk of dresses not yet warn and find the one I'd been saving.

Holding it up into the light I make sure all of its intricate pieces are still in place. The bodice makes a deep v displaying my chest well, almost too well. The shoulders are wide but sharp, crystals sewed into the fabric keeping it's feminine touch.

There wouldn't be a head in the room not turned when I walked through the door. They'd expect me in a white traditional gown, Aemond included and he was who I wished to surprise the most.

Taking my time getting ready I make sure everything is just right. Having no choice but to keep my hair down I put loose intricate braids around the front of my face.

When I'm sure the times right I take a deep breath and embark on my journey alone to the throne room praying to the gods I'm not seen.

The many joyous voices of the lords and ladies from inside echoed into the halls, the anticipation of my entrance growing uncomfortably.

Nodding to the two knights who guarded the entrance even their expressions drop when noticing my apparel. I hardly looked as if I was getting married soon, though gorgeous my dress was more fitting for a funeral and if this went south it could be mine.

Taking my first step inside my eyes are frantic searching for Aemond in the crowds of strangers. Once I'm seen a hush falls over everyone and all heads slowly turn to me.

Keeping my head up high I hear the whispers but I ignore them. Approaching the front table that housed my entire family along with the Starks I don't know whom to look at first.

My father's eyes are of a red fury his grip on his knife making his fists turn white while my mother stared at me in confusion along with my brothers.

On the end of the table sat the Hightowers, Aemond at the head of the table sat strategically to be able to see me from my seat meant to be between Cregan and my father.

When Aemond's gaze locks with mine as I approach the table he licks his lips sitting back in his chair watching me with a heated haze I recognize. With a proud smirk he chances a glance over at my father who looked ready to kill the both of us but I didn't care for by the end of it all, it was Aemond I'd be wed too and there was nothing him or anyone could do to stop it.

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Taking the only empty seat at the table, I smile politely at Cregan who much like Aemond stares at me with desire in his eyes but he doesn't light me ablaze as Aemond does.

Bending down to whisper in my ear I can feel all eyes at the table turn to us, "Did you lose your way in the dragon pits, my princess?" Cregan's dark brown eyes twinkle with a hint of mischief and I had to admit I was surprised and slightly impressed.

I'd hoped he was angry with me, so angry he would leave and return to the other side of the continent where he belonged but here he was not phased in the slightest.

"I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere in the halls. You seem to have made it out just fine." I busy myself with the silverware doing my best to ignore the mounting tension between my father and I.

"Unfortunately for you, my lady." He chuckles, aware of my uninterest. Turning to face him I expect anger, resentment, anything other than the handsome smile he wore but underneath it all was a true look of understanding.

He knew... but how much did he know?

Standing beside me my father calls everyone to attention tapping his silverware against the glass. The room grows silent and I hold my breath locking eyes with Aemond at the end of the table.

"On behalf of the crown I'd like to thank all who traveled long and far in celebration of the joining of our houses. Stark and Targaryen may yet have intimate history but that changes today." A monstrous applause thunders through the room but I keep my head down, braving through it.

"Tonight we feast, and in the morning we fight for legacy and glory!" Everyone raises their cups to Cregan and I but I want to throw up, the pressure mounting but I had to withstand it.

Daemon takes his seat, straightening his posture when he notices I'm watching but avoids me.

"How was your walk through the city?" My mother oblivious to the tension between my father and I leans over the table, smiling at Cregan and I, sending an arrow right through my heart. It was easy to be angry with my father, but my mother? If I told her of my true feelings would she consider?

"It was eventful to say the least. Elaena was kind enough to introduce me to Seasmoke." Cregan replies, sporting a charming smile.

"Kind enough was she? I heard she left you in the dragon pits!" Jace has a laugh with Luke opposite us at the table and Cregan joins with them tentatively waiting for my reaction.

"There's still time Jace, why don't you marry him." Clearing my throat I reach for my wine, not usually one to indulge but tonight deemed a good enough excuse.

My father notices, turning his head slightly to look at me from the corner of his eye.

"I would dear sister if I wasn't already betrothed." He shoots back placing his hand on Baela's and this time I can't help but laugh, thankful for him relieving a bit of the tension.

"Seasmoke is just large enough to saddle two," my mother points out but I wish she hadn't.

"Something tells me I wouldn't return alive, Princess, but if Elaena's willing-"

"I'd say Vhagar is more equipped for two." I mumble eager to blame the wine but I'd barely begun consuming it.

Cregan seems confused, unaware of just whom Vhagar's rider was but my mother's face falls her eyes darting to Aemond who hadn't looked away from the moment I arrived.

Shifting in his seat my father glares at me in warning but Cregan takes my hand in his, shocking everyone.

"Would you grace me with a dance, my lady?"

Staring at him stunned I jump up taking any opportunity to get away from the table of fire breathing dragons.

Thankfully, Cregan leads me around the opposite side of the table from Aemond but I still feel his angry stare following Cregan and I's every move.

Joining the few couples on the dance floor Cregan holds me close, his hand on my waist the mere touch of another man burning my skin beneath the fabric of my dress. Twirling me I take the opportunity to watch for Aemond's reaction, his body fully turned in his chair to keep a close eye on me.

"I see you didn't like the dress I picked out for you." Cregan turns us so I no longer have sight of the table but once again, the Stark lord has surprised me.

He was the one who left the dress and necklace for me to wear this evening? My instinct was right to not wear it knowing what it must've meant to him.

"Black is more my color." I reply simply, unwilling to show my shock. His intentions were unclear and that was enough for my walls to be built high, I'd learned that much growing up at Kings Landing.

"Agreed." Holding my eyes for a moment longer he leans in close to my ear, "You look captivating in this dress." In the noisy hall Cregan still manages to keep his voice low, making our conversation intimate from any who may listen.

"And the necklace... you've yet to tell me where it's from."

Earlier this afternoon, Cregan held my necklace in his hand and asked me the very same question but all that I told him was that it had been a gift. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the complete answer that he'd wanted to hear.

"It's from a shop in the city. Perhaps you can find your actual bride a gift on your way home." I smile trying to pull away but he only pulls me back bringing me smack dab into his strong chest.

"So you're officially declining my proposal than?" He murmurs, still going through the motions of our dancing despite the topic of conversation.

"There was no proposal but yes, I'm declining it."

"Well forgive me love, but if there was no proposal how can you deny it?" Dipping me slowly he's talked me into a corner and for once in the entirety of my life I'm struck speechless. Bringing me back up to reality our faces are a breath apart, his dark eyes darting between mine and my lips.

My heart threatens to beat from my chest, this almost stranger looking as if he'll kiss me in front of everyone when his stare darts away finding something in the crowd.

"I see... It's the Prince is it?" Cregan smiles knowingly. I try keeping my expression calm but it's instantly torn away when I realize it's Aemond he's been watching approach us.

"Aemond-" I breathe, my heart racing in anticipation of what he might do. His eye finds Cregan's hands on my waist and he has a hard time hiding his annoyance stepping in.

"Can I have this dance, Lord Stark?" In Aemond's own way he belittles Cregan with only his tone.

"Is that all you'd like, Prince Aemond?" Cregan shoots back not at all intimidated by Aemond, though he should be.

Aemond grunts in amusement leaning his head to the side while he nulls over his reply, choosing between peace or violence.

Holding my breath he licks his lips when he looks over at me, not at all worried that he was making his affections for me obvious.

"No, of course not... but you know that, don't you?" Stepping in between us, Aemond tucks me behind him possessively and I lock our fingers, being pushed by the other dancers behind me.

My father stands at the table, Otto along with him trying to see what's happening but there's no use, there's too many people blocking their view.

"I do. I also know you were following us through the city today. Is it that you don't trust her?" Cregan takes a step forward and it's almost threatening. Tightening my grip on Aemond's hand I urge him back but he ignores it, accepting Cregan's challenge.

"It's you I don't trust, Stark." Aemond growls through clenched teeth.

"It's me she's promised to-"

"Than consider the promise broken." Not giving him a chance to respond, Aemond pulls me away through the swarm of people finding a side door. Shutting it with force behind us his anger is evident and I can't help but feel like I had a hand in making him feel this way.

Turning away from me, he stretches back his arms clenching his fists.

"Fuck," He curses. "I'll tear his goddamn head off-"

"Aemond-"

"He knows, he fucking knows you're mine but he doesn't care. He has a fucking deathwish-"

"Aemond!"

Spinning around to finally look at me, he takes a deep breath and some of the anger fizzles from his eye when it settles on me.

"I told him I declined." I breathe, stepping forward to rest my palms on his broad chest. Taking my face in his hands a slight smile graces his lips.

"You did?" He whispers, almost unbelieving it to be true.

"I did." I reply simply, looking up at him through my long fluttering eyelashes.

Pressing a rough kiss to my mouth he backs me into the cold stone wall placing one hand on the wall besides my head caging me in while his other arm snaked around my waist.

Biting and licking he demands access to my mouth, deepening our kiss and it feels right to be in his arms, to be kissed ragged by him and no one else. Pulling away to pepper kisses down my neck I throw back my head giving him easier access to my skin and a small gasp passes my lips.

"You've never looked more beautiful, my love. I could hardly blink, I just wanted to look at you." Pressing a kiss to the top of my chest the words escape me and I can hardly help it.

"I'm in love you, Aemond." I breathe and his kisses slow, his head turning up to look at me and I want to regret it but I don't, it's true. I'd fallen fast and I'd fallen hard there was no denying it.

Leaning his forehead against mine our noses brush, his grip on me growing tighter.

"In love doesn't even begin to cover the way I feel about you, ñuha vāedar." *my song

Brushing his knuckles against my cheek I lean into his touch, staring up at his sculpted face.

Kissing me ever so softly I could forget of the real world that existed just on the other side of this hallway and for a moment I do, losing myself in the real love that burned between the two of us, destined to burn together.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
At first, I'd sworn I hadn't heard her right. It must've been my imagination but I lift my lips from Elaena's chest and her blush has consumed her, her beating heart erratic beneath my mouth.

It was true, she felt the same way.

Taking her face in my hands I try to memorize her beauty, along with every detail of this moment that would forever be etched into my soul.

"In love doesn't even begin to cover how I feel about you, ñuha vāedar." I reply softly and her bright smile is back and I can't help myself.

Leaving a thoughtful kiss on her plump lips she grips the black leather jacket I wore, almost matching her dress.

"I want nothing more than to take you right now." I murmur against her ear bringing my hand down her body to caress her breast where she rose to meet me.

"Take me how, my prince?" She urges me on, pulling me closer so my building erection is stroking against her.

Taking a sharp breath at her movements I struggle to respond but I manage, "To bed, to wife, to the ends of the world. All of it, Elaena, I want all of you."

"Then let's go, let's go right now." Taking my hand she begins to lead me down the hallway but a figure steps into our path blocking the way in the darkness.

Bringing her behind me I take a step forward as he does and I'm face to face with my grand sire, Otto. His aging accusing eyes bore into us, lingering on Elaena in disgust and I suddenly have the urge to cut out both of his eyes.

How long had he been standing here? What all had he heard?

"Your betrothed is awaiting your return, Princess. I think it best you rejoin the feast."

Elaena looks to me, unsure. Taking a deep breath I nod, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

At first she hesitates, unwilling to leave me and I don't blame her we were almost free, our escape slipping through our grasp.

"I'll find you." I whisper, making sure to lock eyes before she leaves through the door we came.

Crossing my arms over my chest, Otto sighs in disappointment.

"Whatever threats you're here to make, make them." I mumble, growing impatient.

The old man narrows his eyes taking a step towards me and I see my mother's quiet rage beneath his features but I was a man now, I wouldn't be manipulated, not when there was so much to lose.

"This affair with that bastard girl will stop-"

"She's to be my wife and you'll speak of her with respect or you won't utter another word."

"She's a whore, promised to another but having late night excursions with a prince? Do you not expect her to do the same to you?"

Pressing my arm against his throat I back him into the door, the sound from my overwhelming force echoing through the empty halls. I see red, every demon within me telling me to end it, take out every single person who would stand in between Elaena and I.

"Say another thing about her and I'll leave you a kingdom of ash to rule." I seeth coming within inches of his face.

"Look at you, Aemond. You're crazed, irrational. That girl has turned you into a monster-"

"You must've not been paying attention, grandfather. I've always been the monster." Staring down at him wild eyed my fingers twitch eager to reach for my dagger and show him just how serious I was.

"Aemond, what are you doing?!" A woman's gasp comes from behind us and I don't want to turn around, already coming to terms with the heartbreak I'd see on her face.

Dropping my grandfather I give him one last look of warning before turning to my mother.

He's done this on purpose.

"This is about her isn't it? Elaena?" Rushing towards us in her Oldown green dress she takes my grandfather in her arms, looking to her son in horror. Usually it was Aegon who did all the disappointing they never expected something like this from me.

"Are you meaning to start a war with the North over something so trivial? Daemon himself even?" Looking to me in shock I chuckle at the thought of 'war' with the North.

I'd annihilate them with Vhagar alone, taking not only Cregan Starks desired wife, but his home as well. I'd go to battle for Elaena time and time again, and I'd win.

"I'll kill him before he has any chance of a rebellion." I grumble, my thoughts drifting to the very thought. I'd already imagined how I'd do it watching him dance with her, looking at her as if she was his to devour. How wrong the son of a bitch had been.

"You have duties, Aemond. You're to marry when the time is right-"

"When the time is most beneficial to you, you mean?"

"Most beneficial for our house, yes. You've always known this was to happen. She will marry the Stark lord chosen by her parents and you'll marry as we see fit." She says calmly and I realize this speech had been rehearsed. There weren't her words, they sounded that of my grandfather.

Had he put her up to this too?

"No, I've always wanted Elaena, only her. I've deprived myself of many pleasures in this life but she is the one I won't resist." Giving the both of them one last glance I push through the door, my senses immediately overwhelmed with the music and the crowds of people.

Scanning the many faces none of them are her or Cregan and an unsettling feeling washes over me. If they weren't here, where the fuck were they?

Pushing through the drunks I make my way to the front table but even that is barren, the Strong boys danced with their betrothed, while Rhaenyra and Daemon seemed to be in a heated discussion, everyone distracted in their own way.

Coming up behind Aegon I lean down to Healena, "Have you seen her?" Looking up to me she shakes herself from her own world, thinking for a moment she knows exactly whom I'm referring to. A worried expression crosses her face and I know that my gut was right.

"Winter winds howl at the doors, brother." She whispers though I can barely hear her.

"She's been going on about it all night." Aegon mumbles, bored of his wife, our sister.

With no time to waste I leave the throne room in search of her. The halls are dark and vacant, most if not all of the capitals inhabitants at the feast knee deep in Westerosi wine.

My quick footsteps fill the silence and when I can't find her right away my walking turns to running. My thoughts go from bad to worst and I wished I was better armed, turning every corner in hopes she'd be on the other side.

Like a siren, a voice reaches out to me in the darkness, something small and soft. I'd recognize the sound anywhere. Following it into the dimly lit corridor her voice is clearer and I take off in a sprint.

If he put a fucking hand on her I'd murder them all, wipe out the line of Starks if I have to.

"STOP- get the fuck away!" There a smack of skin on skin contact and I find her just in time to watch her land a solid punch across her attackers jaw.

He recoils from the hit, still clinging to her dress, ripping a sleeve clean off from her shoulder as he falls to the ground and I can already taste the man's blood. He might've not been a Stark, but he'd bleed just the same.

Moving swiftly I come from behind the drunken fool bringing my blade to his throat. He reaches for me but it only brings the blade deeper his blood dripping down his neck making him wail out in pain.

"You fucking bastard. You touched her? You touched the princess." I don't even recognize my own voice but it felt so liberating to let the dragon loose.

"You waited until she was alone? You followed her?" I growl, my heart beating in my ears begging me to tear this motherfucker limb from limb for touching what was mine.

Squirming away I throw him to the ground digging my knee into his back until his face is cracking the floor.

"I'm so-sorry my Lord. It w-won't happen again-" He grovels his northern accent thick when he finally speaks but it only fuels my rage.

Taking a fistful of his dark hair I yank up his head, "You're right, it won't."

Slicing open his throat his blood blankets the stone but the gratification is fleeting, my attention shifting immediately to Elaena.

"Aemond," She breathes, her shaky voice an arrow to the chest.

"I'm here, I'm right here." Bringing her into my arms silent tears are falling from her eyes and my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces.

I should've gotten here faster, I should've never let her out of my sight.

"He snuck up on me, I didn't have my knife-" She cries, clinging to me for safety and I wish I hadn't kill the fucker so I could kill him again.

"He's gone, you're safe now." I promise, holding the back of her head.

"What's the meaning of this?!" Both of our heads snap to the end of the hall were her parents, with my mother, Otto and Cregan himself along with a couple of the knights guard make their way towards us.

Noting Elaena's bareness I remove my coat, draping her in it as they approached.

Without hearing a word Cregan draws his sword when he notices it's one of his men that I'd butchered.

"He followed me back to my chambers, he tried to..." She pauses unwilling to say it, "Aemond got here just in time." Elaena puts herself between Cregan and I, pride swelling in my chest that now she felt the need to protect me.

Daemon and Rhaenyra share a look before her mother rushes over to check on her daughter, finding her ripped dress beneath my cloak.

Looking between the both of us she seems pained to say it but that doesn't stop her. "Thank you for protecting her, Aemond." The last time my half sister uttered a word to me was the night her son took my eye. Never did I imagine I'd hear a pleasant word directed towards me again.

"Always," I reply simply but Cregan isn't satisfied.

"He's of the North he should've been brought to me, not murdered in cold blood." He growls, stepping to me with his sword still drawn.

"He attacked her. Would you have not done the same?" Narrowing my eye at him I notice the left over rage begging me to feed the monster again, death still lingering in the air.

"He was to have a trial and be executed-" Another step.

"I tried him, and I executed him." I seeth through my teeth as they all watched.

We're face to face now, his sword pointed at my chest and I wished I'd armed myself but I was still confident in my own abilities. Despite my earlier spat with my mother and Otto they still seem worried whether it be for me or themselves.

"That's enough." Daemon steps between us, eyeing the dead body still bleeding out on the floor.

"It was out of defense for your betrothed Lord Stark, I would thank the man and be done with it. You two can swing your swords at one another in the morning."

The tourney. How had I forgotten?

Spinning around to look at the silent crowd Daemon waves his hand at Otto impatiently, "Well? Deal with this then. Ser Erryk, see to it my daughter makes it safely to her chambers, and that no one makes any... unwarranted visits." Daemon glances at me in warning as if a knight on guard would be able to stop me.

Ser Erryk nods, leading the way with Elaena trailing behind.

Going to remove my cloak I shake my head at her, "Keep it." Gracing me with a small smile, she walks off and I'm already wondering how on earth I'll be sneaking into her room later this evening to see her.

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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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Today was it, there was no more preparing no more talking and deathly stares across the room, I'd end this with the Stark boy once and for all.

I'd told Elaena last night that I was fully confident but that hadn't been true. I'd be a fool to underestimate Cregan and I wouldn't be content until Elaena was wed to me in the way of Old Valyria as our ancestors before us.

My nerves won't let me sleep any longer than the sun but it gives me the opportunity to gaze upon the woman I loved so dearly while she slept peacefully in my arms.

Last night I'd talked myself into staying in but when I woke drenched in sweat, calling out for Elaena I knew I couldn't stay away.

Brushing her white blonde waves over her shoulder I catch a glimpse of the bruise forming around her arm where that dickhead grabbed her and I have to remind myself I'd already killed him.

In my nightmares her screams were never ending bouncing off the walls of every room but I couldn't find her anywhere until I do. Her body in a bloodied mess on the ground will live with me forever even if it didn't happen... because it could.

The winter winds howl at the doors, brother.

Heleana had known something was wrong all evening but I'd been too busy watching Cregan like a hawk.

Today I'd at least give him the courtesy of a choice. Upon winning, Elaena would belong to me or I'd kill him to have her. Either way our steel would clash but he'll decide whether our battle is to the death. That was the only way I'd let him have her, if I was dead.

Stirring in her sleep she blinks up at me tiredly and it's as if she's reached into my heart and pulled it's strings herself.

"You're still here," She yawns, stretching out on top of me.

"Of course I am. I wouldn't leave you without a goodbye," Turning on my side to face her she frowns at me.

"I don't want you to leave me at all," Groaning she brings herself as close to me as humanly possible and I don't object, enjoying every second of our skin on skin contact.

Resting my nose against hers my fingers wander drawing shapes on her bare back soothingly and I wish we could capture this peaceful moment forever but in a matter of hours I'd be fighting anyone who wished to challenge me in front of hundreds but most importantly Elaena.

"You haven't sang for me since you've come home, my love." I drawl.

Her voice only could've gotten more beautiful with age just as she had. I didn't know many songs but the one she sang to me the night I'd bonded with Vhagar was ingrained into my memory. Every note, even how her face looked when she sang it would replay in my mind every night until she returned to me.

"Dragonstone is home," she giggles and it shouldn't hurt me but it does. I didn't know Dragonstone, I'd never been there. Kings Landing and Dragonstone weren't much different in the fact that everything was surrounded by water but with a dragon, it hardly mattered.

"Is that where we'll go when we marry?" I purr. Elaena with a swollen belly on the beaches of Dragonstone, Kings Landing anywhere for that matter was a dream to say the least, home was anywhere she'd take me with her that much was certain.

"Is that where you want to go?" She asks, and I think about it.

"I suppose I just want to be with you." Pressing a kiss to her forehead she thinks about it for a moment her eyebrows squinting in as they do when she's in deep thought.

"Maybe we can travel the world as we planned in search of our lost dragon." She rests her chin on my chest and the sun shines directly behind her making her look like the true angel she is. I'm breathless looking into her purple eyes I almost forget to speak.

"Would you sing it for me, my love?" I ask, her pink blush spreads across her soft cheeks. When we were children she hadn't hesitated, ever the confident girl but now she shifted nervously under my gaze.

Softly brushing her thumb across my scar my eye drifts shut leaning into her palm.

No one ever touched my scar let alone gazed upon the sapphire that I'd put in place of my eye. They'd cower away in fear and disgust but Elaena? Elaena loved me just the same with it if not more for the pain I've had to endure at the hands of her brothers. But I'd do it all again to know their half sister would heal any broken pieces left of me.

"Troubled seas would you be,
with me till the end?
The white wolf's claws cut deep and sharp
But the dragon fears no pain, the dragon can't be slain."

The verse strikes true, clearly not one from textbooks or jesters. Elaena was singing from her heart.

"You wrote that?" I whisper, wishing I could hear her sing it again and again. "It's not much, I'm not finished yet." She nods shyly but I can't help myself, pressing my kiss to hers.

Breaking to look back at my beloved her eyes are still closed with a satisfied smile on her lips and I'd wished I had the time this morning to fully satisfy her as she did for me last night. Elaena had held me, reassured me and than wiped away any bad thought stained in my mind.

"I'll be worried sick until it's all over," she sighs, watching me in my naked glory as I get out of bed. Noticing, I stretch so every muscle spanning from my shoulders to my ass flexes for her viewing pleasure.

Tugging my pants up my legs I give her a reassuring smile eyeing her bare body lounging beneath the sheets.

"As soon as we can we'll take Seasmoke and Vhagar away from here. We'll find a maester and I'll take you to wife," throwing my shirt over my head I bend down to sit next to her with my boots in hand pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Please be safe, today. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, I'm still yours." Looping her arm through mine I tilt my head back giving her a hurt expression though the sentiment is sweet.

"Oh, it matters. It'll be difficult staying safe while getting a sword swung at me but I'll do my best." I chuckle, tracing the fresh marks I'd made along her neck.

At this rate she'd bare my child in less than a years time, not that I was complaining but it would be difficult to travel the world in search of our fantasy dragon with children to raise. I wanted to be a better father than the one I'd been given. I'd be present and attentive, protective and just.

"Avy jorrāelan," *I love you She breathes and I'll never grow tired of hearing it.

"Avy jorrāelan, ñuha vāedar." *I love you, my song

Sitting up straighter to meet me I cup her face to leave one last kiss on her lips before I go. I keep it soft, sensual to show my intentions with her. She wasn't just some good fuck or an exciting time, she was the reason for breathing and she'd be kissed as such.

Before we get carried away I pull away in search of my eyepatch, almost forgetting I hadn't been wearing it.

Walking to the door I take one last look at her, sprawled out under the sheets leaving only the outline of her curves, still calling out to me.

"Look for me in the stands if you remember," She asks still shy to ask something so small of me. Of course I'd look for her, if anything she'd be a distraction.

"I'll find you, I promise." Echoing the promise from the night before her smile is so infectious I could forget the violence I was about to commit in the name of my love for her.

Outside the door it's no knight assigned to Elaena but instead Ser Criston Cole, looking as though he's been waiting for me.

I was almost surprised he hadn't knocked on the door to get me away from Elaena but I consider myself grateful.

Starting for my chambers I call out over my shoulder, "I didn't expect the Queen's personal sword to be on watch outside the Princess' apartments."

"Daemon thought it'd be a good idea considering you were with the Princess, my prince." He replies following closely.

"If I'm with the Princess there needn't be a guard at all."

I'd figured Ser Erryk would tell Daemon of my overnight visit and I couldn't shame the man for being loyal but why hadn't he dragged me out of there? Either he thought Cregan would kill me himself or he'd given up on trying to keep us apart and I preferred the latter.

"Your armor for the tourney has been placed in your chambers. There's a squire waiting to help fit it for you." He continues, deciding against mentioning Elaena and he's right not to, I was in a mood to kill.

"And my sword?"

"Arrived from the blacksmith this morning, my prince."

"And what of the Stark lord?" I grumble, already feeling my mood sink the further away I walk from Elaena.

"He's been training all morning in the yard."

I grunt in response. I can see now why Cole seemed so worried. Picking up the pace to my chambers there's no time to lose, I had a bargain to strike.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
Wandering the halls I'm unable to keep still worrying myself to death about what this afternoon might bring. Murmurs filled the corridors of the Prince's entry in the tourney and they were all beginning to understand why.

By now the entire castle had found out Aemond had slain a Stark bannerman in protection of the princess the following evening and if anyone with eyes paid attention at dinner they would've noticed Aemond and Cregan's tense exchange in the middle of the dance floor.

Avoiding the hall Aemond found me in, I can sense everyone turn to stare and whisper when I turn a corner. They speculated about our affair, but that was all they could manage, speculation. But it would all be confirmed when Aemond and I finally wed, starting a family of our own. The word of any Stark betrothal will be a forgotten thing of the past.

Arriving at breakfast I'm barely noticed at first with all the commotion surrounding the table.

My third youngest brother Joffery struggles to reach the fruit but Luke notices, bending to help him while Jace practices his High Valyrian with Baela who finds great joy in correcting him.

"Elaena, how did you sleep?" My mother approaches me with a genuine smile and I can't help but notice the weight that's been lifted now that her and Alicent were on better terms. I could only hope it remained this way.

My father smirks from behind her taking a sip from his cup.

"Well, mother thank you."

Quite well after riding Aemond like the dragon he was all night long.

"Did you hear? Aemond's joined the tourney." Jace calls out eager to see my reaction but I remain stoic.

"Has he? I've never seen him show any interest in tourneys." My mother turns, motioning me to sit but I'm too busy staring at my father whose knowing eyes see right through me and I realize he knows about Aemond spending the night with me but still, he keeps his mouth shut.

"Perhaps he has something worth fighting for," Daemon grins only confusing my mother more but I decide enough is enough.

"He's entered to fight... for me." I admit, even Jofferey seems to understand the tension in the room.

"He plans on fighting Cregan for your hand?!" Jace stands pushing his chair back, his bond with Cregan already far stronger than mine.

Nodding I hadn't imagined his reaction would be the most explosive. As he comes towards me Baela goes after him grabbing his arm, "Jace, stop."

"Have you already forgotten the other night at dinner where he called us bastards? Or maybe years ago when he tried to smash my head in with a rock?!" He continues on and I know he's been holding this in but so have I.

"You ganged up on him, he was defending himself! Luke took his eye, I'd say you're even!" I meet him halfway ready to defend Aemond more fiercely than ever before. Maybe if I'd been this strong when we were children he would've never lost his eye in the first place.

"He should consider himself lucky for not receiving the same punishment as Ser Vaemond." Jace mutters and I rush my younger brother. Though he stands a few inches taller than me he still cowers back in fear of what his older sister was capable of and I was eager to show him stepping only a inch away from his face.

"And who would swing that sword, Jacaerys? You? I think it's time you both realized neither one of you is right or wrong because Aemond will win today whether you like it or not." Turning to take my dramatic exit my Mother follows me not letting me get far.

"Elaena!" She calls after me, resting a hand on her pregnant belly. Guilt washes over me, I hadn't meant to cause so much stress for my expecting mother.

"How long?" She asks, getting straight to the point when she catches me.

Looking to the ground for my answers I think about it.

How long had I loved him? All my life.

"The day we arrived in Kings Landing." I reply, deciding on complete honesty. She nods in understanding when she finally puts the pieces together.

My mother had been spending most of her time at the capital looking after my grandfather, Viserys who had been withering away before our very eyes. It hadn't even occurred to her that her daughter would be falling in love with her Uncle just as she had.

Targaryens and our queer customs.

"I saw it. At dinner and last night when he held you I saw it but it didn't occur to me you would do something so... unlike you." My mother smiles down at me and for a moment I'm a child again being picked up off the ground after a hard fall.

Squeezing my hand she takes me down the hallway, looping our arms together.

"When I was your age I took orders from no one, even the King himself. I turned down every suitor sent my way. I couldn't be bothered with the duty of marrying some lord and producing his heirs." Taking a few steps in silence she smiles to herself, looking down at her swollen belly and then to me.

"But you, my daughter, you've taken everything thrown at you with great stride and grace. You've done everything asked of you without complaint. And despite how your brothers may feel about him, I believe Aemond would be a good match."

Not only does she shower me with compliments but she just said the very thing I'd dreamt about hearing.

"I know it hasn't been made official yet, but you are my heir Elaena." Placing her hands on my shoulders my mother looks me over proudly. Biting at the inside of her cheek her eyes that reflect mine are peering into my very soul.

"It is you I trust to keep this family safe, to keep the seven kingdoms united and if it is him you choose to be by your side you must be sure."

Nodding my head yes I feel as if I'm exchanging my vows now in front of the gods themselves. I didn't have any doubts, Aemond was whom I wanted as my King, my husband, the father of my children. I was confident he would even protect my brothers though he'd probably complain about it.

"However, the Crown must keep their promise to the North. If it's true, that Aemond fights for your hand than you can only hope he comes out victorious." She sighs, looking to me with sadness when she sees my face fall in disappointment.

Crashing violently to the ground my high flying is cut short and I'm reminded of the duties that being an heir brings. Frowning, my mother wants to say something else but she doesn't, stopping herself before looking up at whoever approached us.

Ser Erryk nods in greeting and I almost choke on my own tongue when it occurs to me he'd probably heard Aemond and I last night.

"My lady, I apologize for interrupting but there's urgent word from the Stepstones."

My mothers eyebrows knit together in confusion and I realize it.

Lord Corlys.

Masking her concern my mother turns to me with a half smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear she squeezes my shoulder.

"The tourney will be starting soon. Best you find your brothers and get to the field, hm?"

Agreeing with her I watch her walk off with Ser Erryk knowing full well I intended on escorting myself and ignoring Jace for the remainder of the afternoon.

Fiddling with my black sapphire my mind drifts back to Aemond and whatever he might've been feeling right now. He could pretend he held no fear but I knew him better than he realized. He was scared of losing me so much in fact it kept him up at night.

Following my mother's orders partly I make my way to the field with my favour in tow. Just after Aemond left this morning I got to work on something to wish him good luck as if he needed it.

I'd sewn the torn sleeve of my dress into a handkerchief with our initials stitched in red thread. It was a silly gift, something small compared to the necklace he'd gifted me but it was a token, something special that I could give him that would remind him of our promises to one another.

The stands were quickly filling, the noise from the following evening paling in comparison to the excitement of the raging crowd. Weaving through the waves of people I find relief in the royal suites.

Neither the Queen or the Hand were present along with my parents or Princess Rhaenys whom I assumed were still dealing with the news from the Stepstones and whatever it was, it couldn't have been good.

Aemond's older brother Aegon sat with his wife and sister Helaena, their children tucked away at the castle along with my youngest siblings, Viserys ll and Aegon lll.

Jace looks up meeting my eyes but instantly looks away saying something to Baela, still harboring anger just as I was.

Taking my seat next to Luke and Rhaena we exchange tight lipped smiles still fresh from the tension of breakfast.

"The fighting at the Stepstones... they thought it was over but reinforces arrived offshore." Luke stares straight on at the training knights keeping his fearful voice low. Rhaena hangs her head at the mention of our grandsire.

Taking Luke's hand in mine he looks to me, surprised.

"I promised everything would be alright, it will."

Even if I have to make it right myself.

We had dragons and lots of them but there were none sent to the Stepstones for battle, why? Thousands of lives could be saved in one was brave enough to fly straight into the lion's den.

Where we dragons as we claimed, or were we just like everyone else?

Stumbling down the steps we're interrupted by Aegon who seems preoccupied with the servant girls and thankfully Helaena is too distracted to notice him.

"Couldn't you at least pretend to be honorable, Uncle?" Unable to help myself I poke fun at the drunk and that puts a smile to Lucerys' face.

Ready for my quick mouth he looks over his shoulder with disgust, "What curse have you put on my brother to have him fighting in these silly games, hm? Something with that pretty cunt I wonder-"

"Watch your wagging tongue, Aegon or Aemond will cut it out himself." Jace defends me from the other end of row, still loyal to his older sister despite being at our throats earlier this morning. He was even right about one thing, Aemond would cut out his tongue of he heard him speak to me that way.

On que a man comes center, commanding the attention of the masses. Eventually when the crowd is silenced the gentleman announces the contestants in the tournament.

One after one the lords and knights of the realm are introduced and those who request favours choose their respectable ladies from the crowd. Even a young Baratheon boy makes a bold mood of asking for Baela's favor earning a glare from my already irritable brother.

I begin to get worried until the lost members of our families fill in pretending there wasn't war brewing on the other side of the world. Feeling my father's eyes burning into the back of my head I keep forward, growing more anxious by the moment to see Aemond.

Saving the Warden of the North and the Prince for last I can't imagine the tension the flared between them wherever they waited. A part of me even wondered if they'd already tried to kill one another.

"Ladies and gentleman our next contestant has traveled far and wide for the hand of the young princess, Elaena Velaryon. Warden of the North, son of Rickon Stark and Lord of Winterfell Cregan Stark!" Applause sounds around me and regretfully I join.

The Lord of Winterfell was almost completely masked by his helmet covering his dark brown hair and inquiring eyes when he enters on a white horse. Circling once around the arena the pit in my stomach grows when he approaches us, tilting up his helmet to look at me properly.

Standing to meet him I straighten out my dress, unable to help myself from glancing around nervously in search of my true knight.

Leaning over the railing I notice he's wearing a knowing smirk unsettling me.

"You come to ask for your favour, Lord Stark?" I quip but he shakes his head.

"Not today, Princess. I'm afraid this tourney will decide whether I deserve your favour or not." Winking at me he brings his helmet back down over his eyes and I'm left stunned but relieved that I'd been spared the awkwardness of rejection.

Cregan joins the others leaving only Aemond to be introduced.

"Last but certainly not least, our final contestant is the King's second born son, Prince of Kings Landing, Aemond Targaryen!" This time the crowd roars for their Prince, standing and cheering as he makes his entrance on his black steed.

Aemond's armor is unlike any of the others who stood to challenge him. His straight long blonde hair bore a striking contrast laying against the black iron suit molded intentionally for his cut body, extenuating his broad shoulders as he rode with confidence and grace.

The etchings and intricate workings of our house sigil weaved and wrapped around his chest piece matching with the dragon helmet that was almost as fearsome as the handsome man that wore it.

The hundreds of people seem to disappear when he rounds the corner, his hardened stare softening when he finds me smiling at him already standing to greet my Prince.

All eyes are on us as he approaches me and it's almost like it's the first time I've ever seen him.

Pushing down his face guard he licks his lips and I've never been so attracted to him in my life and he notices, a familiar desire clouding his purple eye grinning back at me.

"I made this for you... for good luck." I do my best to keep our conversation private but there's no use with this kind of audience.

Pulling the handkerchief free from the chest of my dress Aemond raises an eyebrow, his gaze struggling not to stare.

Leaning over the railing I give him a better view reaching down to hand him his favour and I swear I hear his dark chuckle.

"Turn it over," I tell him, almost giddy. Doing as I say he finally sees our initials stitched into the black fabric, familiarity washing over him when he realizes it's from my torn dress.

Looking up to me his devotion is written all over his face, unable or unwilling to hide it from me.

"I l-," biting his lip he curses under his breath, almost professing his love in front of all these people, and I wished he had so I could say it back.

"Kirimvose, ñuha vāedar. Nyke'll treasure ziry, hae gaoman ao."
*Thank you, my song. I'll treasure it, as I do you

A wild blush consumes me hearing his deep voice speak to me in High Valyrian, his message meant only for me.

The things I wanted this man to do to me...

Tucking the handkerchief into his chest armor he put it's directly over his heart leaving the corner with our initials hanging out on display so only his opponents would see, namely Cregan.

Turning to return to my seat I can feel every pair of eyes on me. Staring straight back at them my dragon rears her confident head, reminding myself it's me who's to be Queen one day.

Besides the other contestants Aemond looked terrifying, the younger knights and squires even staring up at him in fear stroking his already large ego. Aemond wanted to be feared, he relished in the power he held however quiet and observant he tended to be.

Now was his moment to shine. He was a warrior in both arms and knowledge itching to prove to everyone he was more than the jagged scar he wore. Aemond was meant to be a King to rule besides me and nothing could stop it now.

The games were about to begin.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The afternoon seemed to drag on watching the many men fight amongst themselves when the match that truly mattered was waiting in the wings, the tension felt even amongst the crowd.

Slight mumbles are exchanged between my mother and father regarding the Stepstones. My mother's earlier words echo through my mind about being respectful so I bite my tongue, but only for now.

Swirling my cup I take a sip of wine my gaze finding Aemond speaking with a squire. That must've meant his time was near.

Peeking over my shoulder I notice Helaena walking over, leaving Aegon to his many emptied goblets of wine.

Taking the empty seat next to me I'm relieved to see a friendly face, her presence almost as calming as Aemond but even gentler than that of Daeron their youngest sibling whom spent most of these years at Oldtown as a squire.

"Beautiful day for a wedding," she whispers clasping her hand with mine excitedly and I almost choke on my mouthful of wine.

"I suppose it is," I say, double taking to look back at her but I don't have time to ask what she means, the announcer starting the final rounds.

"Prince Aemond will now choose his opponent!" The crowd roars for their prince, me alongside them.

At the mention of his name I'm at full attention, eyes glued to Aemond who's already staring straight back at me, a smirk toying at the corner of his lips.

Mounting his horse he passes by each of them until he stops right before Cregan. Unsheathing his sword he points to him, the tip of his sword sending the Stark Lord back a step.

Small gasps can be heard through the stands, quiet unease blanketing the field like a late nights snow.

Jace looks to me, his unease (though unintentional) only meant he knew what Aemond was capable of. His little friend would be sent back to Winterfell wife-less and bruised black and blue if my soon to be husband had anything to do with it.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen has chosen Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell as his opponent!" The man announces and everyone begins to applaud hesitantly, knowing now that the rumors about the prince and princess were true.

Aemond was to fight his nieces betrothed, taking her as his own but the Lord of Winterfell wouldn't go down easily.

Cregan swats away Aemond's sword, glaring at him before taking his place at the opposite end of the sand.

Noticing Cregan's irritability Aemond's full faced grin makes its appearance. There wasn't a doubt that Aemond was going to make a show of this, using his stage to its full advantage.

Turning his horse around he makes a point to walk by me, nodding in promise of victory not only for him but for us.

Riding up to the squire he retrieves his lance and assumes the position.

With every breath held no one knew which man to keep their eye on, the both of them glaring down their weapons at one another waiting for the moment they can launch themselves at one another.

I almost miss the moment the signal is given, wanting to close my eyes like a coward.

Aemond's black steed is charging full speed at Cregan on his white horse, both of them bracing for impact before Aemond's black lance splinters apart hitting Cregan squarely in the chest but not without him landing a smaller hit to Aemond's side.

With sounds of appreciation coming from my father behind me I can only hope that it was cheers for Aemond and not his opponent.

Struggling to stay upon his horse Cregan straightens himself rounding the corner with great speed, Aemond reaching his even faster leaning down swiftly to retrieve a new lance. Before I know it they're both circling back coming at one another faster than before, anger and grit visible on their faces even from our seats.

Aemond crouches lower, giving Cregan a smaller target his horse barreling towards Cregan. This time, Cregan manages a better hit but Aemond sticks his lance in front of Cregan's horse sending him flying into the sand.

Everyone stands from their seat to see what'll happen next but I just wanted it to be over.

Aemond leaps from his horse, his blazing violet eye set to kill as Cregan gets to his feet pulling out his sword. They exchange a few words and whatever Cregan says only enrages Aemond more, twirling his sword in his hand while gearing up to strike.

Their swords finally clash and their swings are fast, Aemond dodging one blow after the next before landing a powerful strike against Cregan's shield sending pieces of it through the air.

Throwing the shield aside, both of them stop for a moment to reassess and then they're back at one another, neither of them giving the other an opening until they do.

Cregan's swings become relentless in hopes of breaking Aemond's shield as he did his. Inevitably Cregan tires himself out leaving himself open for Aemond to shove him back.

Stumbling backwards onto his back, Cregan curses and Aemond takes the opportunity to push his knee into his chest plate, bringing his blade to his throat.

Leaning down, he growls something through grit teeth.

Before I can call out in warning I watch in horror as Cregan reaches for a dagger hidden at his side. Jumping from my seat, I scream out Aemond's name but it's too late.

Cregan swipes the blade at Aemond's face throwing off his helmet, and his eye patch with it revealing his scar and shimmering sapphire.

Those who've never seen it gasp while Alicent and I shoot up from out seats. Clutching my stomach I'm close to throwing myself over the railing to shield him from all of their accusing stares.

Aemond's sapphire disarms Cregan for a moment and my beloved's maniacal laughter sends chills down my spine showing a side of him I hadn't seen in years.

Though stunned, Cregan doesn't stop wreething from Aemond's grasp managing a cut across Aemond's cheek and I flinch feeling the sting across my face as well. The crowd can't decide whose side to be on, some cheering some booing when Cregan makes his return to his feet, running for his sword.

Just reaching his weapon he doesn't have long before Aemond grips the back of his armor turning him to land a punch square in his face sending blood waterfalling from his nose down his face.

Almost unfazed Cregan wipes the blood from his mouth yelling out a warcry before their steel is singing again, in a battle I was beginning to think would last all evening.

I hadn't expected Cregan to fight so desperately for a woman he barely knew that loved another at that, but I was afraid to admit that he'd impressed me.

With blood soaking both of their faces it's hard to determine who was winning but Cregan throws a punch in between sword swings knocking Aemond back making him trip over shield remnants and falling to the ground.

While dodging Cregan's swings one barely misses him, cutting of a bit of his long white blonde Targaryen hair in the process and I'm just glad it's not his face again.

When he disarms Aemond I could scream out in agony at our hopes slipping away from us.

On his knees before him, Cregan tips Aemond's chin up to look at him with his sword.

"Yield!" He demands but Aemond chuckles, his handsome smirk pulling at his lips.

"No," Aemond rasps, spitting blood at him. "You'll have to kill me if you want her."

My lungs suddenly don't know how to work properly and everything begins to shut down, no air pumping in or out of my body as it goes cold watching the scene unfold before me.

My body moves before I have a chance to think and I'm taking steps to jump over the railing when I feel a hand grip my elbow.

Turning back to look at my father I'm stunned but he shakes his head,

"Sepār umbagon, byka zaldrīzes... urnēbagon." *Just wait, little dragon... watch.

Cregan hesitates a few moments and those moments are what costs him.

Aemond pulls Cregan's own knife from his person and slices straight across the top of his legs sending him straight into the sand onto the ground and silence strikes the masses like lightning watching their champion change before their very eyes.

Aemond struggles to stand, all of the strength leaving his body at once but not before saying one last thing to his opponent.

"I'll have my bride now." Dropping Cregan's blade into the sand besides him, squires and Winterfell Lords alike run to their Lord's aid as the announcer brings the arena to their feet everyone cheering for their Prince whose focus lied solely on me.

Now there's no one to stop me from going to him. Pushing myself up and over the railing I land harshly in the sand but still on my own two feet.

Running to him I crash into Aemond's chest and he's ready for me taking me into his arms.

Resting his forehead to mine his cut looks even worse up close, "You're hurt." I breathe but he only laughs at me, "It's nothing, I would've withstood far worse to get you back... far worse, Elaena."

***

"Fuck," Aemond curses, closing his eye when the needle pierces through his skin.

The cut Cregan made across Aemond's cheek wasn't a deep one so it would heal quickly, nothing compared to what Aemond had been used to in his past.

The maesters patched him up nicely but they weren't the gentlest. Watching from his bedside, Aemond had suggested I join the family for dinner but I insisted on staying with him.

He tries to show no pain but I feel it with every squeeze of his hand as the maester finishes sewing up his wound.

The old man reaches for the wash cloth but I stop him, "I can take it from here Maester, thank you." Smiling politely at him he nods, finally leaving us both alone for the first time since earlier this morning.

The sexual tension between us was a usual occurrence but after watching him fight for me, fight for us and so courageously I'd wanted to jump his bones from the moment he'd rode out on that black horse.

Taking the wash cloth from the warmed water I ring it out before bringing it to Aemond's face still bare of his eyepatch.

Wiping away the excess dried blood, he closes his eye in comfort, all of his muscles relaxing for the first time in hours.

"Come here," he rasps, his voice husky from exhaustion.

When I don't immediately climb into bed with him he opens his tired eye, giving me a look of pleading that I would never have the strength to say no to.

Climbing onto the bed I carefully straddle him, treating him more fragile than he'd like.

Resting both of his huge man hands on my hips he brings me closer and a giggle escapes me, doing my best to focus on cleaning around his wound.

Humming in contentment his eye drifts shut once more, "Much better."

Dunking the cloth back into the bucket of water, Aemond's grip on me tightens slightly and I can feel him hardening beneath me. Pretending not to notice I continue with the washcloth down his bare chest wiping clean areas that hadn't seen a smudge of dirt.

"You fought well today. Maybe you can start training me again like when we were children."

Afraid to breach the subject of the Stepstones I start off small.

Taking a deep breath, Aemond nods still distracted by my movements on top of him.

"I'll kill anyone you want dead, my love, but I'd be lying if I said the thought of you besting me in combat didn't make me rock hard." On que I feel him beneath me and it stirs the deep familiar fire that only he could light.

Slowly circling my hips into him a moan like sound comes from his throat and I'm losing my train of thought almost unable to recover it.

"And I think you'd like to know, my mother's given us her blessing."

Freezing beneath me he grabs my wrist stopping me from washing him, staring into my eyes with shock. His sharp eyebrows knit in almost in disbelief.

"We can marry?" Sitting up he cups my face in his hands gently and I hadn't realized I'd missed his touch so desperately all afternoon.

Lacing my arms around his neck I nod. Taking my bottom lip between my teeth nervously he can't look away.

Bringing his face closer the air in the room thickens. His mouth is just a whisper away from mine when he whispers, "Let's go. Right now,"

His violet eye searches mine for any indication of what I'm feeling but he can't pinpoint it, a million different things running through my mind at once.

"What of our families? The maesters, the ceremony?" I ask but he silences me with the sweetest kiss we'd ever shared and all of the voices give way to an all consuming love.

Pulling away he rests his forehead against mine, "Anything in this world you want is yours, my Queen. Anything." His gaze shifts between my eyes and my mouth, still hungry for more but I'm stuck on what he just called me.

"Queen?"

"That's right. I'll serve you until my last breath and even then, no grave will keep me from you." There's no sign of a smirk on his chiseled face only sincerity and his promise of loyalty and love brings tears to my eyes.

"Are you swearing me your sword, my prince?" A lone tear streaks down my face.

Softly he brushes it away with his knuckle, nodding without hesitation.

With one last look of longing Aemond lifts me sitting me on the bed while he goes for his sword propped up against the chair. Pulling the sharp steel from its scabbard he kneels before me.

"I swear toward you Elaena, with all my strength and give my blood for yours. I shall guard your secrets, obey your commands, ride at your side and defend your name and honour. I pledge to you my life and honor, until the day that I die. I swear it by the old gods and the new."

Any doubt I could've possibly had was banished into the deepest corners of my mind until all I could see was us ruling side by side, raising our children with compassion so that our families and all of Westeros would live in peace as it was meant to.

Climbing out of bed I kneel in front of him, taking a deep breath before exchanging an oath of my own.

"I vow that you shall always have a place at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new." Our voices are quiet but every word is heard clearly and deeply.

Searching my eyes a small smile graces his face and he drops his sword, sweeping me into his arms.

Locking my legs around his waist he only needs one hand to hold me up, the other tangling in my hair as he collides his kiss to mine.

Aemond's mouth is demanding and desperate releasing every bit of his pent up aggression, fanning the embers that have been crackling all day long.

Carrying me over to the bed his hands begin to explore every inch of me leaving a trail of white heat behind and I'm already pounding for a release, more eager now than ever.

"Aemond," I plead and he answers by tossing me into the soft pillows, climbing on top of me leaving kisses in his wake.

Pushing up the skirts of my dresses we didn't have enough time to take everything off we wanted one another now and nothing would stop us.

Pressing the pad of his thumb to my sensitive bud I throw my head back and close my eyes, but Aemond growls taking my chin between his fingers.

"I want you looking at me, Princess. I want to see those eyes staring back at me," He demands and I have no choice but to oblige squirming under his touch.

Slowly he uses one finger, than a second, picking up the rhythm in way I wouldn't be able to control teetering off the edge of ecstasy.

"Not yet, my love." Kissing the inside of my thigh the pounding heat was slowly drifting but was quickly replaced by him filling me in one sweet stroke making us both gasp, holding onto anything we could reach including one another.

Closing my eyes at the pure bliss I half expect him to tell me to open them but he grips the headboard instead bringing our pace faster and my moans louder.

"Fuck, Elaena. You're all I think about, every moment of every fucking day." He confesses losing his breath the deeper we lose ourselves in one another. Digging my fingernails into his back I can feel my climax approaching like thundering hooves coming over the hills.

Keeping his mouth by my ear I hear every small grunt, or growl he makes meant entirely for me and when the world explodes around us with fire raining from the skies Aemond's sweet kisses down my neck keep me grounded just as he does.

For a few moments we lay beside one another trying to catch our breath until he breaks the comfortable silence with a fresh fucked grin.

"Now, let's make you my wife."

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Though the day had been long there was one last thing I would do before letting rest have me and that was to make Elaena my wife.

The maester was notified along with her parents being the only people we told. My mother would disagree with not only the betrothal but the ceremony being that of Old Valyria and not of The Seven.

I'd wondered if Elaena had truly wanted a secret wedding or if she was doing it to please me. There was plenty of time for fancy parties and feasts but I wanted the Starks far from Kings Landing when that happens.

The son of a bitch put up a decent fight but in the end it wasn't enough because he wouldn't kill for her as I would, that's what set us apart.

With the very short notice there was no time for the ceremonial robes or headpieces but I didn't mind, all I wanted was her for rest of my life.

Elaena insisted on getting made up for the ceremony and I wouldn't dare fight her on anything on our wedding night, even if it was to tell her she was always beautiful. I would've wed her as soon as I cut down Cregan if she'd let me.

Catching myself in the mirror, a different man was staring back at me than what I'd been used to.

Leaving off my eyepatch it wasn't usual I'd even look at myself long without it. It wasn't until Elaena truly saw me for the first time that I'd gotten used to the idea of not wearing it in the first place.

She never flinched, never looked at me with fear or distaste but only love, even if the both of us hadn't at first realized it.

Putting up some of my long hair I leave out the small pieces Cregan managed to cut hanging in front of my face. It was different than what I was used to but it looked decent, better even.

After getting dressed in my very best black leather tunic, I find Elaena's favour on the side table and tuck it in my pocket intent on keeping it on my person at all times.

I'd wanted to take her right then, pull her down onto my horse and ride off into the sunset and fuck her senseless for days on end.

Fighting for her was an undeniable thrill but I hadn't just wanted to prove myself to her but to her family as well. They'd know without a doubt that there was nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing.

The only thing that had been missing was my father. As a child he was the very reason I'd thrown myself into training and studies. I wanted nothing more than to be the best son, the best warrior the best everything and maybe he'd see it wasn't only Rhaenyra who was worthy of titles and legacy.

Elaena came into my life like a midday summer storm. On an unbearably hot day the clouds rolled in and at first, the change is unsettling. The trees threaten to break under the gusts of wind, the waves crashing the shores but the lightning and thunder gives way to sunshine, and you realize the rain was no stranger at all but something promised all along to bring you change and growth.

Suddenly I wanted to be better for her and even myself.

Shutting my chamber door behind me I go to my father for what I think may be the last time.

Though the sun had just set, the king's bedroom was in a constant state of darkness. The many models scattered across his apartments where layered with dust untouched for years.

Viserys' ragged breathing tells me he's not sleeping but lying awake with only his thoughts and the milk of the poppy to comfort him.

Ignoring the gnawing feeling at my heart I pull up a seat next to him. Only able to turn his head partly he struggles to speak, "Who goes there? Rhaenyra?"

"No, Father. I'm sorry it's, Aemond." I speak softly, apologizing once again for not being my half-sister.

Viserys sighs, laying his head back onto his pillow.

"Aemond," he breathes, reaching for me.

Taking my hand in his it's the only affection I can remember him offering me in the entirety of my adult life.

"I won the tourney today, Father... and Cregan Stark agreed to withdraw his proposal. It's me Elaena will be married to." Saying it outloud made it all the more real.

Sighing, his broken face scrunches up in pain but he manages her name and something else, "Elaena, the song..." Trying to hide my shock I nod my head.

How? How had he known about that?

"Yes. Elaena will be my wife. We will rule together when the time comes... I'll protect her." I promise but he motions for his goblet on the side table. Helping him with a drink he says nothing more, his eye drifting shut as he falls into a peaceful sleep.

I'd wondered how things would be if he'd never gotten sick and frail. If maybe the past few years would've been different with the separation of our two families.

Taking my leave, I turn around to give my father one last look before closing the door behind me.

First noticing the knight that stood guard, next to him was Prince Daemon. Leaning against the stone wall the dim candlelight only made his presence more threatening.

Without saying a word he nods his head, motioning me follow him. He's silent until we enter a corridor free of any possible eavesdroppers.

"You fought well today. You did my daughter proud." It pains him to say it but he says it nonetheless.

"You honor me, Prince Daemon. I don't take my sisters blessing lightly." Putting my hands behind my back I fiddle with my fingers nervously. Perhaps he'd planned to murder me before allowing me to wed his daughter.

"We disagreed, actually... but Elaena will have her way just as her mother, and you would kill to have her just as I would Rhaenyra." He scoffs and my steps slow, trailing behind him.

Even after all I'd done to win her hand, it still wasn't enough?

And then it occurs to me.

"You don't trust me." Stopping in the middle of the hallway, he hangs his head taking a deep breath. Turning to look at me his swirling violet eyes confirm everything.

"No. I don't, Prince Aemond." Coming closer he expects me to back away from him but I don't, I stand my ground.

"I don't trust your bitch mother, I don't trust your cunt grandfather and I don't trust you." He might as well spit the words into my face but I don't flinch.

Tilting my head I peer at him down my nose, "Hmph, I'm not my mother, just as Elaena isn't her father."

Unable to resist, my lips twist up into a smirk earning what happens next. Daemon takes a fistful of my tunic, throwing me into a wall just as he had when Elaena and I first started seeing one another.

"Feeling nostalgic?" I chuckle but he brings the familiar dagger to my throat taking it one step further.

"Married to my daughter or not I will happily kill you where you stand if she ends up hurt-"

"I'd let you."

Pushing him off of me Daemon narrows his darkening eyes at me trying to understand and after all how could he? If Rhaenyra passed away I didn't doubt Daemon would have no trouble finding another wife. He'd mourn, just as anyone else when losing their partner but he'd hadn't always been devoted to her as I'd been with Elaena.

"If anything happens to her I'll let you kill me. I'll give you the dagger myself." I admit. I wouldn't want to live in a world without her and I hoped to the old gods and the new I wouldn't have to.

When he doesn't say anything I leave him there to trail behind me, remaining in silence as he does.

Elaena and I had agreed we wanted to get married in the dragon pits so even our dragons could bear witness to our union. I assumed her and my sister would be waiting with the quick chat Daemon forced upon me in the hallway.

The closer I get the more eager I become, anxious to see her.

Coming down the same hallway I'd fucked her in my mind goes south, already anticipating the night to come after the wedding. If I hadn't put a child in her belly already, I intended to tonight.

When I see Elaena her radiant smile is the first thing I notice. I can't remember a time I'd seen her this happy except for maybe when I'd won her hand earlier this afternoon.

Seasmoke makes a sound of appreciation for its rider while she soothingly runs her fingers over his silver scales.

Standing close by a maester converses with Rhaenyra who twists the rings on her fingers watching her daughter with her dragon while Vhagar slept just across the way unbothered by the events that were about to take place.

Feeling my gaze burning into her Eleana finally turns to look at me and I'm struck by her otherworldly beauty.

"Aemond," She breathes in greeting, her smile widening when she notices I've decided to forego my eyepatch for the occasion.

Taking her hand in mine I use the other to brush my knuckles across her cheek, making sure for myself she was real and not some figment of my imagination.

Her white blonde hair was in intricate braids almost like a crown for the queen she was destined to be while her exaggerated waves fell across her shoulders. Keeping true to our theme her black dress is covered in jewels that were copycats of the black sapphire I'd gifted her, still hanging from her delicate neck.

"You're so beautiful, my song. I'll never forget this... how you looked on the night you became my wife." I whisper, intent on keeping my words only for her.

I didn't deserve her, but no man deserved her so I would spend the rest of my life time trying to.

"Shall we get started?" The old man asks and it's then I notice the alter littered with candles placed thoughtfully around the goblet and dragonglass.

Looking to Elaena for her lead she nods without a single doubt in her sparkling gaze.

Leading her to the altar, Daemon joins Rhaenyra and Vhagar seems to stir from her slumber lifting her head to look over at us.

Beginning the ceremony I can barely focus on the High Valyrian the maester speaks, my attention entirely on my bride, the woman I've yearned to marry my whole life.

"ānogar hen lanta joined hae mēre. Ghostly perzys se vāedar hen shadows."
*Blood of two joined as one. Ghostly flame and song of shadows.

Taking the dragon glass, I leave a fresh cut on my lip, Elaena doing the same under the guidance of her mother. Blood trickles down my chin and I use it to mark her, leaving the Valyrian symbol for fire on her forehead. Following in my footsteps she does the same for me only using a different symbol that represents blood.

Staring down at her as she draws her small fingers across my forehead she catches me, a small nervous smile lifting her plump lips.

"Lanta prūmi hae embers, forged isse fourteen perzyssy."
*Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires.

Leaving a cut across her palm she hands me the dragonglass and I do the same, our motions slow and patient uneager to see this moment pass us by when we'd both wanted this for so long.

There was never a chance for anyone else, I've loved her my entire life. No woman would compare to her and I didn't even want to test the theory. There'd be no one else for me, only her.

"Nykeā future promised isse glass, se qēlossās nykeōragon witness"
*A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness.

Joining hands our blood mingles but it's one in the same, cut from the same cloth always meant to be together. Drinking from the goblet the blood colors her lips a darker shade of red, reflecting mine.

"Syndroro ono jēdo, ry kivia mazvestraksi."
The vows spoken through time, of darkness and light.

Handing back the goblet the maester finishes the vows but I almost miss it while I'm fighting the urge to yank her towards me like an animal.

Resting her palms on my chest I snake my arms around her waist bringing her body flush against mine.

Shifting focus between her eyes and her lips the air crackles around us and just as our lips connect Vhagar and Seasmoke's roars shake the very foundations of Kings Landing sending a message to all who'd listen.

The House Of The Dragon would rule for centuries to come and any who dared challenge us would be met with fire and blood. There was nothing I wouldn't do to keep Elaena safe and when our family grows no one will protect them more fiercely than I.

Our kiss grows passionate, the copper taste of our blood mixing with the sweetness of Elaena's tongue. Taking her face in my hands it's as if the ceremony amplified every urge and emotion in relation to her. We were bounded together before all of our ancestors, it was no small feat.

We only break away when Seasmoke sends off a playful burst of fire overhead and Elaena's giggle warms my chest.

Brushing the loose strands of hair away from her face I press a kiss to her knuckles.

"ñuha ābrazȳrys, ñuha dāria."
*My wife, my Queen.

I whisper, and despite the dimly lit hall I can still see a light pink blush washing over her face.

"ñuha valzȳrys, ñuha dārys."
*My husband, my King.

***

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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.

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
My heart thumped in my chest being quite possibly the loudest thing in the castle walls. Aemond and I had spent all day together training, walking through the gardens and than making love all evening until we'd both fallen asleep... or so he thought.

Earlier this morning I packed a bag and some food leaving it in the dragon pit for my departure but the only thing keeping me in bed was my husband who'd be heartbroken when he woke to find I'd left him in the night.

Aemond's arm was wrapped tight around my waist and his soft breathing fanned across the back of my neck his long blonde hair laid splayed out across the many pillows.

Kissing the palm of his hand I wiggle free from his grip, trying my hardest not to wake him.

Taking one last look at the sight that was Aemond naked in our bed, I leave a note on the table praying to the gods I'll be long gone before he read it.

Shutting the door behind me I pull my hood up over my head and disappear into the shadows.

The walk to the dragon pits was a long one plagued by body wrenching guilt that would surely last the entire flight to the Stepstones. I'd wondered if I would return to Kings Landing or Dragonstone... or if I'd even return at all.

I tried to do this correctly, go through the council come up with a plan but in front of everyone my mother showed she didn't believe in me. I'd prove her and Alicent wrong.

The dim light from the moon bounced off of Seasmokes sparkling silver scales when he notices me. Spreading his wings he greets me sensing my unease and we're both anxious to get up in the air.

Pressing my palm against his cool skin I calm him,

"Dohaerās, Seasmoke. Umbās, Rȳbas."
*Serve, remain, listen.

At the soothe tones of my voice the dragon responds, turning to connect eyes with me in the moonlight. Climbing up the ropes I adjust myself on the saddle.

"Say goodbye. Something tells me we won't be home soon." I say more for myself than I do my dragon. For a moment I hesitate, hoping Aemond comes through the darkness to stop me or maybe even come with me but he never does so as I planned, I fly off alone into the night.

***

The smoke from the island of Bloodstone was the first thing that told me I'd arrived to the battle of the Stepstones.

Breaking through the clouds the hundreds of burned down ships laid waste surrounding the islands in a warning to all who dared to attack the Triachy forces.

"eglikta, Seasmoke."
*Higher

Taking our flight back into the clouds I try to keep our arrival as much of a surprise as possible. Circling back I recognize the Velaryon fleet on the shores of Dwarfstone, a small island adjacent to the Stepstones.

Not landing until I'm comfortable I find a steep cavern on the backside of the mountain where Seasmoke can rest in peace without worry of attackers from a nearby island.

Climbing through the treeline the camp below is a ghost town. You can almost see the hope drifting away through the wind that carried the stench of their dead.

Hoping I'm not too late I head for the largest tent, pushing my hood off my head as I approach the guards positioned at the start of the trail.

Both of the dirtied men stare in shock, their eyes focused solely on my white blonde hair seeming to know exactly who I am before I open my mouth.

"I'm here to see Lord Corlys. I'm his-"

"Elaena Velaryon of course we know who you are." Hearing someone call me by Ser Laenors last name felt strange. Yes, technically it was my last night but in my heart I'd always known I was a Targaryen carrying almost no similarities to Ser Laenor himself but all the more with my true father Daemon.

For years Ser Laenor raised me, took me in as his own just as he had with Luke and Jace but he hadn't always been the most... present but neither had Daemon with his few years away with Lady Laena.

"Elaena Targaryen now. I'm a married woman, sir but yes. Can you lead me to my grandsire, please?" I ask politely, growing inpatient with their obvious ogling. Shaking themselves out of it they do as I ask, taking me to the tent in the center of it all.

Before we even enter, his graveled coughs can be heard from just outside the tent. Preparing myself for the sight I'm about to see I walk in, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

The sun beats in from behind me, my shadow a dancing figure on the wall when I see him.

Lord Corlys was wrapped head to toe in bandages a cane to the side of the bed if he attempted to get up.

His tired eyes land on me and a spark of life lights within them and he's sitting up to greet me despite his wounds.

"Elaena-" he gasps, reaching for me.

Rushing to his side, one of his men calls for help outside the tent while the other just stands there.

Kneeling next to him I take his shaky hand.

"What in the seven hells are you doing here?" Corlys asks, followed by a gargled cough.

"There was a petition for your seat in Driftmark. They expected you to die-"

"A petition?! Those Hightower snakes sit in place of Viserys on the throne and they plan feasts on the corpses of live men!" In the flip of a coin Lord Corlys faint smile fades and he's enraged, leaning on me to stand.

Helping him up, a maester is rushed in by the incompetent soldier but we don't need them. Making it to the round table someone begins lighting candles around the tent and it doesn't seem so grim.

"And what of my brother? Is he with you?"

Biting at my lip I realize I must've arrived faster than the raven had.

"Vaemond and the Hightowers conspired to steal Luke's birthright and there were some... words exchanged. Words that are considered treason." I begin, searching for the words to put this gently.

Lord Corly hangs his head, leaning against the round table as he puts it together before I say the exact words.

"Daemon executed him, my lord." Holding my hands behind my back I want to avoid his eye contact but I don't, staring right back into his angry glare daring him to say a word about my true father.

Yielding he takes a deep breath, looking around the room. "So it's safe to say Prince Daemon hasn't joined you on your journey, Princess?"

"I come alone." I confirm, my thoughts drifting back to Aemond who would be waking any moment now to find his wife gone. I might've not been too far, but it'd already felt like I'd been away at war for months and I hadn't even swung a sword yet.

I should've told him, he would've come with me.

"And what have you come for?" A smaller soldier steps forward with similar silver hair to that of I and Corlys but I don't recognize him from anywhere I've seen before. He was even of closer age to me. If he was our family I would've surely seen him at a tourney or a feast but he remained a stranger... or a bastard possibly?

Holding my questions for later I arch an eyebrow at him with a short response, "To fight, Ser..?"

"Ser Addam of Hull, my lady. While we appreciate the aid, I'm afraid this is a losing battle." Stepping forward he glances over the mounds of maps and plans on the table.

"So little faith, Addam. The battle was a losing one before we had a dragon." Corlys nods to me and I can't decide whether he means me, or Seasmoke. For the sake of my ego I say both.

Everyone's eyes are on me now and it hits me like a ton of bricks that I could either save or forsake these men and if I were to be Queen, I'd be responsible for the entire realm. I couldn't crack under the pressure, I wouldn't.

"They aren't expecting me, we only get one chance to surprise them with Seasmoke but after that they'll be ready." I begin, unhooking the cloak from around my neck.

"We should attack tonight as soon as the sun sets, attack under the cover of night." Addam suggests, but Corly remains to himself thinking it over.

Looking to me for reassurance I nod, ready now more than ever to use my dragon riding for something more than a joy ride in the skies.

Tonight Seasmoke would take lives and he'd save them if I accomplish what I set out for.

"Addam prepare the men, arm them with fresh steel and be at the docks as soon as the sun falls past the sea line."

Ser Addam gives Corlys a nod without question, turning to leave the tent with the guards from earlier leaving us with the maester.

"My Lord, you are not suited for battle who will lead the charge?" The old man asks in a hushed tone away from me.

Turning my head to look at him the both of their eyes dart to me as if in answer.

My stomach does a spin and for a moment I wonder if I'll throw up all over the table... but I don't.

"I will." I accept, pushing past the lump stuck in my throat.

Taking slow staggered steps to me, Corlys grips my shoulder a proud expression on his face that reminds me of my younger years with Ser Laenor.

"You will not lead this charge alone. Ser Addam and his trusted men will be by your side, they will protect you with their lives and follow your orders-"
"But I'm a woman. Are you sure they'll follow a woman into battle? Especially without you?" I ask searching his eyes for any unspoken doubt but there is none, he believes in me.

"Both of your fathers have fought valiantly at the Stepstones. It's the call of legacy that brought you here with Seasmoke to battle. You will not fail, Elaena. You are Targaryen and Velaryon, there is no stopping you."

It was always assumed Lord Corlys knew of my true parentage but it wasn't just the bonds that made the child it was the bond that help raise that child and Lord Corlys always treated me as his own grandchild.

History does not remember blood, it remembers names.

***

The afternoon passed quickly with talks of plans and numbers. I would take to the skies and give cover from any archers on the cliff, and only than join the fighting below.

Sheathing my sword I bring my black cloak tighter around my armor making sure not to get it tangled with my braids. Climbing the hill the circle of soldiers all turn to look at me and I can already feel their whispers of doubt as I approached.

Ser Addam's blonde hair and purple eyes are a welcomed sight reminding me of home.

Joining the circle their previous discussion is silenced, some nodding in respect the others ignoring me all together and I take note of every single one.

"Everyone's aboard the ships, we don't have long before the sun sets we should get on the move." Addam begins, all the men watching as they hung on his every word.

I would prove my worth to them yet.

"This is our only opportunity to surprise them with Princess Elaena so we have to make it count. Understood?"

Nodding in understanding they disperse without so much as a word to me and I'm not the only one to notice.

Addam's face scrunches up in disgust watching them as they walk away but I just shrug.

"I apologize for my men. If you couldn't already tell they aren't used to being led into battle by a woman." He grins and though he's quick about it I catch his heated gaze sweep up my body.

He could pretend to be a gentleman but in the end he was just like the rest of them, a man.

"They'll get used to it today when I save their lives and send them home to their mothers." I smirk, turning on my heels eager to find Seasmoke and start showing these men wrong.

"Yes. Yes they will," I hear him mutter behind me, his eyes burning into the back of my head as I walk away and it only makes me miss Aemond more. No man would dare look at me that way if he was here and I'd gotten quite used to it at home-

Home.

There was no doubt they'd all know of my departure by now. Aemond would be fuming probably finding a way to get our marriage annulled regretting any decision to marry me in the first place. What I'd done was no true act of a wife and if Aemond had done the same to me I'd be heartbroken, so why was I here? Chasing glory? Proving a point?

No. I was stepping up when no one else would, taking destiny in my own hands rather than cower behind walls and wait by the window for a raven. I'm protecting those I love and Aemond would understand that.

Hopefully.

Wasting no more time I take Seasmoke to our designated spot lurking in the clouds on the south side of the north side of the mountains ready to strike as soon as their archers show face.

The night wind whips through the clouds and I'm glad I tied my hair behind my face. Seasmoke struggles to stay still knocking back and forth with the gusts with tidal waves.

Waiting just a little bit longer a blast is sent off and my sign has been given.

"Jikagon sir, Seasmoke."
*Go now, Seasmoke

I command and he happily obliges nosediving through the clouds and into the open air.

Just as Corlys predicted the archers spread out across the ledge, knocking their arrows waiting for the command but it's too late, they're already dead.

"Dracarys!"
*Dragonfire

Rearing open his mouth I can feel the warmth radiating through the dragon's body working its way through its chest and watching with glorious awe when it erupts from its mouth melting everyone and everything in its path.

Thought we're high their screams of panic still manage to reach my ears and it sounds like victory.

Circling back around we hit the other side taking out any chance of their aerial assault when I notice how outnumbered we are below.

Conscious not to attack any of our member I focus on the beach closest to the caves where they all stemmed from.

"Arlī, dracarys!"
*Again, dragonfire!

Lighting the battlefield ablaze there's cheers from below, hope instilled into the Velaryon fleet once more.

Landing off the beach, Seasmoke lets me down and is back in the air to continue his assault on the perimeter.

Discarding my cloak I'm able to move freely, taking off into a sprint towards the mob when I spot Addams dirtied white blonde hair in the chaos.

Any enemy I pass along the way doesn't see me coming, I'm a shadow in the night approaching from the far side of the beach where dragonfire hasn't yet spread and I use that to my advantage.

Cutting down those who stand in my way I'm thrown off balance by someone yanking on my hair, pulling me back and I yelp out in pain. Addam notices, rushing to my side and slices open the neck of the man with his hold on me.

Repaying the favor I swing my sword at an attacker running up from behind him and we're both out of breath.

"You should've stayed in the air, it's not safe down here!" He shouts but I respond by disarming another attacker and putting my blade straight through his neck.

"That's quite the point, Ser Addam." I shout back but he can only stare in amazement as I take down another.

"Now quit ogling, we haven't won yet!"

Shaking himself out of it he looks ahead, spotting the crowd of Triarchy forces headed straight towards us through the wall of flames.

"Shit," He mutters.

Looking overhead I try to get Seasmokes attention but he can't see me through all the smoke and wreckage.

Before I can break free from the crowd the men reach us first and they're brutal, tearing apart any of our men in their wake.

Addam was right I should've kept attacking from the sky.

Seasmoke was hardly any use with their rider dead.

Addam and a few other of his soldiers from the island block the path towards me, giving me an out to get to Seasmoke so I run, clutching my sword with all my might.

The sand gives way to my heavy footsteps and it slows me down, the dragonfire dimming where they'd extinguished it and it begins to sink in that I'm failing, not just myself but everyone.

My limbs grow heavy under the weight of exhaustion my adrenaline fading with my hopes but I keep running, swinging my sword at any fool who crossed me.

I wouldn't give up, Aemond wouldn't let me.

"Elaena!" I turn around just in time to catch the man jump for me and tackle me to the ground. Wrestling for the sword that had fallen I reach for my dagger, the tourney flashing before my eyes when I shove it into the chest of my attacker, his cries not ending even when I push his dead weight off of me.

Rolling over to get to my feet I'm instantly knocked back down the air stolen from my lungs and I'm face first into the dirt.

A foot presses down on my back and a sharp blades slices through my cheek as they dig their sword into the ground just next to my face.

"You were wrong for coming here, little girl." He spits but I tell myself he's wrong, because otherwise I would've led all of these men to their death.

A dragon's cry comes from above but I can't turn my head to see it. Warm blood spills down the side of my face and I can already smell it... death.

Squirming from his grasp his heel only digs deeper into my back but luckily I don't feel much with the armor.

"Elaena!" Addam calls again but this time his voice his farther away the battle separating us further.

Trying to get up once more I'm kneed in the face, a lightning splitting pain shooting through my nose and I'm sure it's broken, blood seeping into my mouth.

Letting my head rest on the sand the muted sounds of war continue around me and in my dazed state I pretend it's a dream and fade off into nothing.

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Fire. Burning everything in its path until the screams are deafening coming closer and closer until I recognize the sound, something I hoped to never hear.

Elaena. She needs me.

Running through the empty halls the doors slam shut but the fire still rages outside it's walls sucking away any source of oxygen until I can't breathe.

"Elaena!" I yell, but it's a plea. I have to find her, I have to save her.

"Aemond!" Her soft voice echoes from the other end of the hall and I'm sprinting hand on my sword prepared for whatever it was that brought my love this pain.

Reaching for the handle it's white hot, "Fuck," I breath beating down the door with my sword.

"Eleana, I'm here, I'm coming! Hold on!" I yell out for her trying the handle again but it's melting through my hands.

"It hurts so bad! Aemond, please!" She begs and my heart is ripping in two at the desperation in her voice.

"Open the door, my love let me in!" I shout but her cries stop and I begin to panic.

Pounding at the door I'm throwing all of my weight into it, even trying to slice it open with my blunt sword until it flies open, the light from within blinding me.

Sitting straight up in bed I'm heaving for air, sweat drowning my body dripping from the side of my face.

Struggling to breathe I'm instantly going to pull Elaena into my chest but she's gone. Throwing off the covers I jog to the tub in search of her clothes but there's no sign of her, almost as if she didn't exist at all.

Turning back to bed I make sure my eye isn't playing tricks on me when I see the piece of parchment folded neatly by the side of my pillow.

A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. She's left me a note.

Eager to read it I flip it open but my stomach immediately sinks.

My husband,
I'm sorry, but I had to go. By the time you read this I'll already be at the Stepstones.
I hope you'll forgive me.
I love you always, Elaena

Crumpling the note in my hands I destroy anything I can get my hands on. Throwing a nearby table into the wall all it's contents crash onto the floor but it doesn't help the roaring dragon inside.

She left me without giving me a choice to follow her. We'd taken vows we were one, I would never let her go into battle alone.

Holding my head in my hands I can't decide between my utter rage and fear.

She'd gone alone, she'd die if she hadn't already.

NO. I couldn't think that, she was safe there was still time, I felt it. I could find her I just had to be fast.

Erratically I put on my clothes and sift through my closets for my dragon riding armor. Throwing some clothes into a bag I'm going for the door before a soft tug of my heart pulls me back.

Turning over my shoulder to look into my chaotic mess of a room I zero in on the crumpled parchment.

Sweeping it up off the floor I read over her handwriting again, imagining her sweet voice with each word. This and her favour were the only things I had left of her so I'd keep them close.

Taking off in a jog down the hall I waste no time getting to the Red Keep.

"My Prince, they're meeting you can't-" Ser Arryk tries to stop me but his twin brother knows better, allowing me past to burst through the doors.

Daemon stands at the helm with my sister close by his side, a worried expression plaguing her features and by the shift in the room it's obvious, they know.

Rhaenys hangs her head while Grand Maester Orwyle and Tyland Lannister seem barely stunned by the situation having no real stake in any of this.

"Elaena's gone to the Stepstones, I'm going after her." I announce catching the stern eyes of my Grandfather and Mother who were already standing from their seats.

"No it's too dangerous, someone else will go." Grabbing onto my arm I yank it from my mother's' grasp and you would think I shoved a knife into her heart.

"What do you know about this?" Otto tilts his head in question as if he doesn't already know the answer and I grow more irritable by the second.

Narrowing my blazing violet eye at him, I can feel him daring me to confirm it, to announce we've been wed.

"When I woke she was gone from our chambers. She left a note for me, her husband." I hiss through gritted teeth, and everyone turns to stare between Daemon and I , not realizing him and Rhaenyra knew all along.

When they don't say anything my mother's face falls, her shoulders sinking in betrayal when it occurs to her Elaena and I weren't in this alone.

I didn't mean to drag them down with me but we wouldn't keep our union a secret any longer.

"You knew about this?" The Queens warmth for Rhaenyra is ripped away again when they'd just started to rekindle their friendship.

I'd wondered how many conversations they'd had about Elaena and I but her mother never mentioned it, not once.

"He made a deal with the Stark boy, Alicent. What were we to do? They would've done it themselves just like the situation we have at hand!"

"And now they're both in danger because of your incompetent, reckless daughter! This would've never happened!"

Rhaenyra steps forward with purpose intent on defending her daughter but that's was up to me now, I'd take the duty proudly.

"Watch your tongue, Mother. If anything in life is absolute it's her and I. This is just a waste of time I'm going after my wife, that's the end of it."

I don't waiver my unrelenting stare from her even when I hear Daemon smirk behind us.

Striking her speechless I don't bother looking at the rest of them, the woman I loved needed me and every second away from her was agony that I didn't wish to endure for the rest of my life.

Pushing open the doors I don't look back, I'd already wasted enough time.

Before I even reach the dragon pits Vhagar's cries can be heard from below and my footsteps quickly change to running.

When I reach her the dragon masters are struggling to keep her at bay, bursts of flame encompassing the entirety of the chamber but the warmth is a welcomed sensation only stirring my chaotic mind.

"Sagon gīda, Vhagar!"
*Be calm, Vhagar!

I shout, my high valyrian demanding authority and attention from any man or dragon that could hear me.

Vhagar reers her head snapping open her jaws to roar with all her might, my hair flying back in all directions I'm so close.

Reaching both of my hands out to her I'm reminded of her monsterous size and I'm grateful her wingspan will help us cover more ground.

"Emi naejot save zirȳla. Konīr's iēdrosa jēda!"
*We have to save her. There's still time!

Grunting in response, she bends her neck down in submission sensing my desperation through our bond.

Climbing up the saddle I secure myself, soothing her once more before we depart for battle.

"Dohaerās, Vhagar. Umbās, Rȳbas."
*Serve, remain, listen.

The old men cower away as Vhagar stretches out her wings preparing for flight.

Taking her first few steps I settle into the reigns and I'm not alone. Vhagar's beating heart is one with mine and all of my rage is multiplied as she verbalizes it with another deep throated cry.

I had all the time in the world to be angry with her after we got her back, until then I would only pray to the gods she remained unharmed but any man that touched her would taste my blade or my dragonfire.

***

Vhagar flies with haste but I don't beat the sun, losing it's light before I can get to the Stepstones and the battle has already begun. Seasmoke cries out to Vhagar feeling us approach and life is breathed back into me when I hear the sound of her dragon.

Elaena was close, and she was alive I knew it in my heart to be true and I'd find her.

"Rughagon Vhagar, jurnegon syt zirȳla."
*Drop Vhagar, look for her.

Doing as I command Vhagar descends through the clouds and I find Seasmoke hovering the beach below but Elaena wasn't riding him... that could've only meant she was in the battles heart.

My stomach sinks, my gut telling me all that I need to know.

I'm going after her.

The Velaryon fleet is pushed back to the shore their resistance almost crushed when I spot her silver hair from the sky.

Swinging her sword like the true warrior she was, my heart swells with overflowing pride and there's no room for the anger I'd carried from Kings Landing.

Suddenly the tide changes, more Triarchy forces pour from the caves to surround them and the fear I've become so accustomed to returns when Elaena disappears among the crowd.

"Dracarys, Vhagar!"

Lightning the battlefield in a miraculous display some of the fools run for their lives while others accept their fate flailing about as their bodies burned to a crisp.

Circling back around to the beach Seasmoke lets out a blood curdling cry that sends shockwaves across the battlefield telling me the one thing I'd come to prevent.

Elaena was hurt.

Without so much as a word Vhagar goes to Seasmoke, our murderous rage one in the same.

Settling on the beach Vhagar gives a warning cry to all who would listen eager to burn more of them alive and eat them for supper.

Launching myself from the saddle I care for nothing other than Elaena and finding her.

"Elaena!" I scream, my voice carrying farther than my feet.

Before me a Velaryon soldier is bested but I step in, sending my sword through the Triarchy scums back before using him as a human shield to push through the wreckage.

"Elaena!" I scream again, listening with all my might that I might hear her back but I don't.

The longer I can't find her the deeper the pit of dread grows in my stomach but I don't give up, she's close.

Yanking my sword from the corpses back I unsheath my second sword, prepared to unleash the seven fires of hell on anyone who stood in between Elaena and I.

Slashing through the necks of two men than a third, my eye finds another silver head fighting amongst me but it's a man, someone unfamiliar.

When his purple eyes find me I feel as though I'm looking in mirror and for a moment it disarms me.

Turning erratically I'm still searching for her when I see it happen in front of me.

A man comes from behind her knocking her onto the ground and I can't get to her fast enough.

"Elaena!" I scream with every fiber of my being, feeling every hit to the heart while she's attacked.

Pushing through the fighting bodies I watch in horror as he digs a knee into her back flattening her into the sand and the life leaves her body.

"NO! Elaena!" I roar, Seasmoke's cries similar to mine as he takes to the sky burning any enemy fleet in his sights and I do the same letting my inferno take control.

Cutting down every man in my path, when I reach the bastard I take off his head with one swift swing wishing I had the time to make him suffer.

Falling to my knees in front of her I lift up her face to mine and she's wounded, a cut going down the side of her cheek.

Bringing her into my arms Vhagar rains hellfire down among them all. They hurt her, the heart and meaning of my entire existence.

Listening for her heart I clutch her body to mine and hear it's faint song calling out to me in the darkness.

She's alive.

Bringing her up with me I dodge a sword kicking the fool in the chest making him stumble back.

"Elaena, wake up my love, please." I beg cradling her head to the crook of my neck keeping my sights on the shore.

Still unresponsive I curse, catching sight of the fighting Velaryon making his way towards us.

"They're retreating! We'll give you a way out!" He shouts, his purple eyes connecting with mine in fear when he sees Elaena unconscious.

Nodding in understanding I adjust her body weight giving myself the freedom to hold my sword.

The mysterious Velaryon knight follows through with his promise signaling his men in our direction. Their battle cries fuel me and I run as fast as I can, Vhagar in sight.

"Aemond," She breathes, her small voice sweet music to my ears.

"I'm here, my song. We're getting you out of here," I assure her, my grip growing tighter around her body unwilling to let her slip through my fingers.

Weaving through the sea of men I focus on our escape, Elaena's safety paramount.

Bursting through the clearing Vhagar and Seasmoke await us, protecting one another in the chaos on the shore just as their bonded riders.

Sheathing my sword it's difficult climbing Vhagar with Elaena around me, but not impossible.

Moving beneath us I barely have time to wrap her legs around me before Vhagar takes off, just as anxious to get us out of here as I was.

Once we're in the sky, Seasmoke flying nearby, Elaena's tries opening her eyes but she's too exhausted so she tries speaking instead.

"You came for me," She breathes, her voice horse splitting my heart in two but I was still relieved to hear her.

"Just keep those eyes open and on me, Princess." I beg but she's already fading out of consciousness taking my very soul with her.

Clutching her to my chest I grip the reigns, "Adhirikydho, Vhagar!"
*Quickly, Vhagar.

***

Four days.

That's how long it's been since I've heard her melodious voice, her laugher and I was a shell of a man without her.

Night and day I've sat by her bedside waiting, praying to any god who'd listen to bring her back to me and wake her up from this curse.

The maesters were at a loss, saying cryptic things such as that the struggle was in her mind but not with her body. She was alive, she just had to wake up... just.

Elaena was a war hero, the savior of the Velaryon fleet including her Grandsire Lord Corlys himself.

Him along with who I've come to learn is Ser Addam visit her often, offering me anything they can but they can't give me the one thing I want.

Her.

The camp sang songs of the beautiful Targaryen warrior who came down upon a silver beast to change the course of the battle. She deserved all the glory and praise even if that meant I had to endure the soldiers songs of her beauty.

Trying to get comfortable I scoot closer to her bedside, taking her hand in mine.

Brushing my thumb back and forth against her soft skin I press a gentle kiss to her knuckles searching for any comfort I can find.

"You're in there, I know you are..." I whisper in hopes she's somewhere listening.

The gods wouldn't bring her to me just to rip her away so savagely would they? Or were the gods sick bastards too?

"Fuck, Elaena why? Why did you leave without me?" I mutter, the anger coming in waves when the sadness isn't enough.

Standing up I take a deep breath running my hands through my hair in an attempt to ground myself but it's no use, I want to destroy, no, annihilate any of those Triarchy fuckers who were still alive prisoners or not.

Catching sight of myself in the mirror I hardly recognize myself. The lack of sleep and food was showing in my face and I wished for the millionth time is was me who was injured instead but then it would be her worrying sick about me.

Gripping the sides of the mirror I fight the urge but the rage wins and I send my fist through the glass shattering the broken image of myself.

The shards split open my knuckles it's pieces spilling across the ground.

Throwing open the tent, Addam rushes in his sword at the ready when he finds me already wrapping my knuckles.

"You're service isn't needed, Ser Addam." I spat, my way of warning.

"Hurting yourself won't make her wake up."

"And what will, soldier?" I mock him, the poor boy only eager to help but I'd use him as my punching bag for now.

Biting his lip he turns to leave but changes his mind, coming back for more.

"You think she'd want this? You hurting yourself?"

I scoff at him, glancing over my shoulder.

"My suggestion to you, Ser, would be to avoid speaking of my wife-"

"It's true, I haven't known her long but she has a passionate heart. I can imagine that's the only kind of woman who could love such a... particular man." He chuckles to himself but all of my muscles tense up, only turning my head slightly to look at him with my fiery gaze.

"Particular?" I grumble, taking a few deadly steps towards him when a noise startles us both.

"He means you're a dick," A gargled voice comes from the bed and I think I must be dreaming but Elaena's sleepy gaze meets mine and I'm frozen in shock but only for a second.

Rushing to her side I cup her fragile face in my hands leaning my forehead against hers to stare into her sparkling eyes and I'm home.

"I'll alert the maesters!" Addam rushes off giving us a moment of privacy.

"Never scare me like that again, Princess. Never." I mutter, bringing my trembling mouth a breath away from hers.

Her soft giggle is music to my ears and I press a delicate kiss to her lips now that we're alone.

Pulling away from her regrettably I'm careful with her, helping her sit up in bed.

Groaning in discomfort she tries to hide it from me.

"How bad is it, Aemond?" she's afraid to ask me, straining through her sore throat and it breaks my heart to hear her suffer.

"You'll heal. You just need rest like any war hero after a great battle," I chuckle, squeezing her hand.

Lifting her eyebrows in surprise she looks to make sure I'm not joking.

"War hero?" Her pink lips tip up in a half smile but I can only smile back and nod.

"You saved them, ñuha vāedar. They owe their lives to you."
*my song

I tell her proudly, unshed tears welling in the corners of my eyes as I gaze upon her, my wife.

Our privacy is short lived with Addam returning with the maester and Lord Corlys himself. Staying close by I don't leave her side as the maester gives his examination always under my watchful eye.

"How long have I been asleep?" Elaena tips her up her chin to look at me, her question meant for me alone.

Biting at my lip I glance at Corlys and Addam who have been watching from afar.

Pondering a way to gently ease her into this I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my thoughtful touch lingering at her jaw.

"A while, my love. You've been asleep for four days."

Finally saying it aloud a panic her face goes pale and I grip her hand tighter.

"Four? Aemond- I..." Elaena stops herself, looking around at the other men in the room afraid to verbalize it so I come closer.

"Skoros iksis ziry?"
*What is it?

I ask, keeping my voice low.

Opening her mouth to speak nothing comes out, her eyebrows knitted in, still shy even to say it in High Valyrian.

"Leave us." I demand. The maester snaps his neck to look at me not yet finished rewrapping her wounds but I cross my arms over my chest instead of repeating myself.

"Maester Cressen, perhaps we'll find some healthy food for the Princess? Hm?" Lord Corlys nods, already doing as I ask, my respect earned from fighting his battle for him.

When we're alone I turn back to her, a silent tear running down her pink cheek but I brush it away.

"Hey, you're awake now everything's alright-"

"Aemond, I- I think I'm pregnant."

All I'm capable of doing is blinking at her, a million different things running through my head but none of them were things I could articulate.

Stuttering I try to catch my breath, reaching out for her my only source of reality that could ground me.

"How do you know? It's so soon-"

"I'm late. I should be well into my bleeding for the month." She whispers but my heart beats just as loudly in my chest.

Taking her face in one hand I place the other on her stomach, now the home of our first child, our heir and the warmth stems from her, consuming me.

I take a sharp breath, my entire world flipping on its head in a matter of a month but it was all I could've ever wanted, and with Elaena, who I've always wanted it with.

"I could've lost you both and I didn't even know it. The loves of my life." I struggle to say it aloud, uneager to be so vulnerable but it brings a small smile to her face her tears falling freely.

Placing her hand on top of mine she looks down at her stomach with a mothers love and she might as well have my heart in her hands, molding it like clay.

"There will be no man in the seven kingdoms or beyond who loves their family as fiercely as I do, I promise this to you, my love. I'll protect you both with my last breath." I swear.

Tilting up her head to look at me she places both of her hands on my chest and I wrap my arms around her waist.

"And don't you dare, run away again." I grin, but she only laughs, the wondrous sound filling the tent and spilling out into the night before I silence her with my tongue.

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The old man's hands squeezed and prodded at my breasts as Aemond squirmed protectively nearby insisting on watching the exam after we'd shared our delicate news with the maester.

Still unsure the man scratches his head, confused.

"It's soon as you said, very soon but I believe you're with child." He confirms and I turn excitedly to Aemond who's already watching me with a starry eyed gaze, a smile creeping out from beneath his hand.

"Thank you Maester Cressen, we appreciate it." I smile, trying to make up for my husband's brashness from earlier.

"Certainly, princess. Take things slow, your body may be weak from the bed rest but you should be well enough for dragonback come morning." Giving us both a nod he leaves us and we're alone at last for the evening.

Climbing carefully into bed next to me Aemond hands me a bowl of stew that looked less that appealing.

"It may not compare to Kings Landing but you're eating for two now." He grins, kissing me on the forehead before sinking into the pillows besides me.

Bringing a spoonful of it to my mouth I swallow it whole, hoping not to taste it as it goes down.

Aemond watches with an amused smirk, his fingers drawing shapes on the bareness of my back.

"I wrote your mother and father. They've returned to Dragonstone... our mothers had a bit of an disagreement." His smooth voice keeps me calm despite the bad news though I'd expected some fallout from my stunt.

"About me?" I ask, shoveling another bite in my mouth.

"I won't burden you with all the credit, my song." He grins, his teasing tone hinting at more.

"Oh? Did we upset them by solving their little problem for them?" I giggle and he arches an eyebrow at me.

"She might be more upset that I announced to the council you were my wife and nothing was going to stop me from coming after you... something along those lines." He drawl's on, almost bored of the topic as he watches me for my reaction.

Dropping the spoon into the bowl I stare at my husband wild eyed, my lips tipping up into a proud grin.

Our wild violet eyes connect and understanding washes over his chiseled face.

We were no longer a secret kept from those in power, we were free to be open with our love.

Taking his face with my free hand I brush the pad of my thumb gently across his scar.

"I wish I'd been there to see their faces, my prince."

Leaning into my hand his tired eye flutters shut and what looks to be the world falls off of his shoulders.

"I thought I lost you... you'd just become my wife and I'd lost you." His deep serious voice gives me goosebumps, never hearing him speak so thoughtfully before.

Just as before, the guilt claws at my insides watching the consequences of my actions unfold right in front of me. I'd been so selfish, even more so not realizing I was nearly carrying our child.

"I'm sorry I should've never... Thank you for saving me." Taking a deep breath I try to blink the tears away but it's no use, the pregnancy hormones seeming to be in full swing already.

I was no teenage daughter out to prove my worth to my mother and father, I had a husband I'd already proven my worth to and the promise of our new family growing inside of me. I was no longer only responsible for myself.

"Hey, don't cry, my love. This is the woman you are, the woman I fell in love with." Sitting up to wipe my tears he grabs the half full bowl of soup to set it on the side table.

Bringing me into this arms both of our bodies go calm at the skin on skin contact and it's only then I begin to get a grip on my breathing.

"Your bravery inspires everyone around you, including me. You're my peace but you challenge me in the same breath and I love you madly for it." Tipping up my chin he runs a hand through my tangled hair sending it out of my face.

"The one thing I ask of you my wife, is the next time you want to fly off to battle, you take me with you. Do you hear me, Elaena?"

Leaning his forehead against mine our noses brush, our lips so damn close I could taste them and I wanted to so damn desperately.

Nodding I lick my lips, closing my eyes as he turns us around. His arm supports all of my body weight laying me back agonizingly slow onto the bed while he hovered above me.

Leaving a gentle kiss behind my ear my chest arches into him with the sharp breath that escapes me.

"Promise me." He growls, nibbling at my skin.

"I promise, Aemond." I say, his lips smiling into my neck when I gasp his name.

Pulling away from me I'm instantly pouting, the ache between my thighs pounding with every beat of my heart.

"Good, because next time I won't be so gentle."

Smirking down at me, Aemond brings his tunic over his head revealing every drool worthy muscle but he'd lost some weight and I'd wondered if that was also my fault.

"Gentle-?" Colliding his hungry lips with mine we're like animals in heat, having not lied with one another for almost a week it'd been the longest we've been apart.

Though the short amount of time may not compare to that of a woman with her husband away at war, I'd almost lived out the rest of my days in this bed ending our barely begun life.

I'd almost slipped through his fingers and I felt his devotion with each sweep of his tongue taking what he so desperately needed after sitting at my bedside for almost a week.

Aemond hadn't only come for me he stayed for me.

Reaching under my tunic he rolls his thumb over my peeked nipple as he grips me but I flinch at a sudden pain from my ribs. Jerking away from me, Aemond's hazy eye widens with fear that he'd hurt me but I yank him back by the hem of his pants.

"Don't stop," I plea bringing our mouths back together in a passionate kiss. Letting my hands wander I cup his rock solid length through his pants running my finger over it's tip.

Shivering at my touch Aemond curses, biting my lip.

"I don't want to hurt you," He struggles, trying to break away from the tornado of want we'd created.

"You never could, my prince. Now please make sweet love to your wife and the mother of your unborn child." I breathe and my words light a fire within him, his animal fully bare to me ready to eat me alive.

"As you command, my Queen." He grins, crashing his mouth to mine.

Yanking my nightdress over my head he tosses it to the side staring at my bareness in awe.

His calloused fingers trace the wounds that were steadily healing and I flinch at the cold touch.

Leaning down to take my nipple between his teeth my body betrays me arching into his devious mouth desperate for more.

Lifting my hips to him he chuckles at my eagerness.

"Sweet girl, excited are we?" Hiking up my legs he doesn't break our eye contact as he trails down my chest all the way down to my soaking wet mess between my thighs.

"Hmm, very excited." Aemond grins up at me before devouring me with his tongue tasting and licking like a starved man.

My legs trembled as I gasped for air, the pressure building and building but no release, needing him inside of me.

"Aemond, please," I beg but he only teases me more, slipping one finger inside of me and than another and I'm already working my hips against his hand riding his long fingers but it wasn't enough, nothing was enough.

"Seven hells it's so hot when you beg for my cock, Elaena." Bringing his face to mine I can smell my arousal on his lips as he collides his lips to mine.

I'm so distracted by his tongue I hardly notice him shoving down his pants until his twitching dick was resting at my slick entrance.

"You have to tell me if I'm going too rough..." trying to catch his breath he pulls away to look into my eyes.

"Eleana, promise you'll stop me."

I couldn't make that promise I wanted it rough, so rough I couldn't walk for days constantly reminded of him inside of me.

"Elaena," he growls warningly and my entire female region clenches at the sound.

"I will," learning after our time together to verbalize my responses when it came to our sex.

Aemond always put me first, even in the bedroom.

Taking my face in his hand he uses the other to hold himself upright, strands of his hair lingering in front his sapphire that shimmered in the dim candlelight.

Slowly bending down to kiss me it's a precious kiss, one that flutters my insides just as he presses inside of me and my muscles are clinging to him, milking him with each tortuous stroke.

Our kiss only breaks when I groan from mind blowing pleasure into his mouth and he responds by gripping my hips taking control of our rhythm.

His strokes grow deeper striking hard and intentional against my sweetest of pressure points promising the world shattering climax that was finally within my grasp.

"Harder, Aemond," I plead and he obliges with a guttural growl as my nails dig into his skin, sure to leave marks down both sides of his back.

Locking my legs around him there's no telling where his body ends or where mine begins, and together we come undone, pouring our love for one another into a heartfelt kiss.

Pulling back to look at me with a heaving chest I can swear I see stars twinkling in his purple eye, nuzzling his nose next to mine.

"If this is only a taste of what's to come with your pregnancy I'll need rest almost as often as you," He grins, kissing the sensitive crook of my neck.

"I think we'd be having just as much sex, husband." I sigh, quite enjoying the sound of calling him that. "I hadn't dreamed we'd be with child so soon..." I continue as he pushes off the bed in search of a rag.

Looking over his shoulder at me he can sense my unease, ever conscious of his wife.

"Are you... having second thoughts?" He asks, straining a damp cloth over a basin before returning to the bed to wipe me clean.

Without doubt I shake my head, "Never... I want more than anything to start a family with you."

"But?" He implies, pulling the covers up to cover my bare body after he's finished.

"I just thought we'd have more time for adventures and glory I suppose..." Trailing off, Aemond already understands fully, climbing in bed besides me.

"We still have plenty of time, my love. Our children will bring us glory and adventure, but even then we have months before you start showing. We don't have to tell a soul, we could swear your grandsire and Ser Addam to secrecy for a time. They're loyal to you-"

"More secrets?" I furrow my eyebrows, bringing the blanket tighter around me.

"Than no more secrets, I'll shout it from the hilltops whatever it is you want, my song, you'll have. Just give me the word," bringing my knuckles to his lips he leaves a tender kiss.

Aemond would always support me, even when I did something like put my life in danger. I'd expected rage, even him leaving me but it had done quite the opposite and brought us even closer than before, reminding us how fragile life was.

"Perhaps we keep it to ourselves for now. Give our sweet boy time to grow strong-"

"Boy? And what if it's a silver tongued, strong willed girl?" I quip with a giggle, stirring a sleepy chuckle from his throat and his smile was dazzle

Kissing my exposed shoulder, he stretches across the bed to grab my bowl of soup, handing it back to me.

"Then I'll have two beautiful Queens on my hands, now eat. You'll need your strength," He grins something malicious and I raise my eyebrow in question.

"Is there another battle you've forgotten to tell me about?"

"Hm, there could be if you were referring to the wicked things I'm going to do to that mouth watering body of yours tonight."

Though what he says brings a red hot blush all over me, Aemond's calm and collected expression hardly reflects his words.

Doing as he suggests I begin shoveling the lukewarm stew into my mouth earning a thundering burst of laughter.

***

The next morning came much too quickly for Aemond spent most of the night doing just as he'd promised. If I hadn't already been pregnant I would assume we were after a night like that.

Before leaving for Dragonstone Aemond assured me he'd spoken with Lord Corlys and Ser Addam about keeping the baby a secret for now and they wouldn't have dare refused such a protective soon to be father.

The ride home was a shorter flight than to Kings Landing where I knew Aemond would rather be despite his loyalty to me.

He knew I'd be safer in Dragonstone surrounded by family whom already accepted us, with the obvious exception of Jace, Luke and my half sisters.

We would live in peaceful, married bliss before adventuring to the ends of the world in search of our lost dragon like we'd always planned.

Walking up the steps of my home, a familiar warmth spreads through my chest though a harsh breeze whips through my hair from off the ocean.

Taking a deep breath I attempt to wash away the bitter memories that the salt water smell brought back from the Stepstones.

This was my home, there wasn't any room for fear here.

The singing of steele distracts me, and a smile lifts my lips when my eyes finally find my baby brothers training on the beach with Baela watching nearby with a sword of her own.

Leaning against the stone to watch them, Aemond settles in next to me interlocking his arm with my own.

Jace swings with no regard for Luke's age, eager to show off for his betrothed perhaps. Lucerys stumbles back into the sand and Baela shouts out to Jace, taking him on for herself.

"Do you think they'll accept me?" He asks softly, allowing me to admire my siblings.

"They'll have to. This is the second time you've saved my life after all." Resting my nose against his, our purple eyes connect.

I'd been heartbroken this morning to see he'd put his eye patch back on for our trip home to Dragonstone. Though I felt uncomfortable around his family, he had even more reason to feel uncomfortable around mine.

The last time we'd all been in the same room together Aemond had called them bastards and Jace had punched him across the face for it.

Sensing his tense body holding mine I take his face in my hands, his jaw only unclenching beneath my touch.

"We won't stay long. We'll chart a course, make a plan and be gone before we know it." I promise before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"ELAENA! YOU'RE HOME!"

Aemond groans beneath me at our interruption but I'm too busy waving to Lucerys on the shore.

Meeting him at the steps the brown haired boy flies into my arms, holding me tight.

"When they said you went to battle... I thought the worst for you and Grandsire." He admits, uneager to let me go anytime soon.

"She had to make a hero of herself!"

Coming up from behind, Jace smiles at me bringing me into a hug and all of our tension seems to fade away at the relief of my homecoming.

"And you went after her." Luke says, reaching out a shaky hand to shake Aemond's.

Narrowing his eye in confusion he expects some trick but there is none.

Shaking his hand, Aemond looks to me in efforts to hide his shock.

"I always will," He replies solemnly.

"Come, they'll be so glad you're both back." Baela smiles, taking my hand and I turn back taking Aemond's in the other.

The dark gloomy halls of Dragonstone hadn't changed and for that I was grateful.

My gut however twisted at the reuniting of my parents and I. I'd expected they'd be livid, perhaps take away my birthright and give Jacerys the throne. Though I would be heartbroken I could live without the throne, it was Aemond I couldn't live without and they'd already allowed me him.

"Mother! Elaena's returned with Aemond. Just now," Luke announces excitedly as we enter the hall.

My mother and father turn from the fire and their expressions are vacant for a moment before my mother is coming around the painted table, cradling me to her chest.

"Leave us, all of you." Behind her, my father ushers everyone out including Aemond who turns to look at me nervously, unwilling to leave me behind.

Hesitating at the door, he waits for my reassurance.

Nodding I give him a tight lipped smile and it's only then that he leaves and I'm alone with both my mother and father whose faces have turned back to stone.

Resting both of her hands on the painted table my mother takes a deep breath but my father has been anticipating my return, angry since the moment I'd left.

"You disobeyed not only the crown, but your mother and I. You put not only yourself at risk but the life of that boy and all those men that would've died had you not succeeded. You went in with no plan, no experience-"

"How do you suppose I get that experience sitting behind castle walls all my life, Father?"

"When the time is right and you have the right leadership-"

"You, you mean? We did just fine without you if that's what you're on about. They call me a war hero!"

Defending myself only enrages him more, his face a deep shade of red as he scoffs at me.

"You're no war hero from one battle, you're a child whose only alive because of Aemond who got to you just in time. You're lucky the both of you weren't killed!" He shouts and if he stood outside waiting for me he would surely be able to hear it.

"Daemon," My mother holds out her hand, signalling to him to calm down and he does but only for my mother to continue his assault.

"You are not just any girl, you are the heir, my heir to the throne. You cannot act rashly and without the counsel of others. No Queen will you be if you are lost to the rage of war in a battle that is not yours to fight."

Biting at my lip I can taste the blood from the split I've made down the middle trying to focus on anything other than the disappointment that seeped in the air despite my victory.

"Something had to be done. While I regret going alone, I don't regret going to save Lord Corlys and his men. If you'll excuse me, it's been a long few days and I'd like to rest." Keeping my tone polite I don't give them another moment to respond, turning on my heels and pushing open the doors.

I don't make it a few steps before I find Aemond pacing in the hallway.

Stopping to look at me I sense the tears before they come and am quick to blame it on the pregnancy.

Taking me into his arms the tears fall freely and I'm relieved no one's around to see.

Holding me tight I keep my cries quiet, "Shh, my love they were only worried about you."

"I-I don't know why I'm crying-" I try to breathe but I can't catch myself.

Shaking his head he takes my face in his hands.

"Because you're rightfully upset and if you've forgotten..." Stopping to look around he bends down to whisper with a smile, "you're growing our first born inside of you at this very moment." At the mention of our child I'm grounded once more and I have Aemond to thank.

"They'll calm down and once that wears off they'll be proud, as they should be. I promise," He whispers, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose.

"I hope you're right..." I sigh, allowing him to turn us so I can lead us to our chambers.

"I'm always right, my song. Haven't you noticed?" He grins down at me, butterflies fluttering in my stomach at the sight unless of course that was the baby too...

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The sand shifts beneath my feet, dodging another one of Aemond's blows before clashing our swords once again.

"Your knees Elaena, keep them bent!" Jace calls out from the sidelines where he sat with Luke.

Doing as I'm told I keep low but Aemond's smirk warns me of his next move.

Twirling his sword as he does before a blow I knock it away sending it to the sand.

Holding up his hands in defeat Aemond stalks closer despite my sword pointed at his chest of armor, his eye focused in on my lips with a familiar hunger.

"You're improving, my love." Licking his grinning lips he leans down for a kiss but I tilt the blade playfully at his throat.

"I'm afraid I've only grown to recognize your tells, husband." Narrowing my glimmering eyes at him in challenge, he wraps an arm around my waist.

"Hm, and what tells are you recognizing right now, Princess?" He mutters, his deep sensual voice meant only for me.

Tipping up my chin I'm mesmerized by the sight of his sharp features in the sunlight until my little brother breaks us from our desired reality.

"Perhaps you need a new opponent, dear sister!" Jacerys offers himself, his sword at the ready but Aemond's body freezes in front of me.

Even before I was carrying our child it was no secret Aemond was protective over me. Now no one with a pointy object (besides Aemond of course) was allowed within ten feet of me but with our pregnancy still a secret, my brothers only imagined he was acting as his usual self.

"He won't hurt me, Aemond." I assure him but he doesn't seem so certain, his grip around my waist tightening.

His violet eye held not only a husbands concern but a fathers, and before my eyes I'm imagining him with a daughter fending off any dishonorable suitor who may vie for her hand.

A small smile tugs at my lips at the thought as Aemond's concern shifts to that of love, almost reading my thoughts.

"I don't think the hero of the Stepstones need be afraid to face her little brother!" Jace teases, unsheathing his sword but Aemond narrows his eye at him as he comes closer to us.

"We'll be fine," I whisper, referring to the growing babe in my stomach and he notices, turning to look at me with a proud grin.

Kissing me on the forehead he lets me go regretfully, wandering back to the sidelines where Luke watched our affections uncomfortably.

Despite being home for a month the tension between them persisted whether they tried to hide it from me or not. They rarely spoke to one another unless they were made to, Jace included.

"Do you doubt your wife's abilities, Uncle?" Jace taunts with a smile and we all hold our breaths for his response.

"Never, nephew. If she best's me you'll be child's play," Aemond chuckles, his gaze sweeping up my body proudly earning a laugh from both Luke and I.

Jace turns angrily giving his brother a warning glare before making his way towards me, sword in hand.

"Well than, let's give them a show, big sister." He grins and I wave him forward.

Jace's brown eyes dart to the right but he strikes to my left and I anticipate his trick clashing swords. Attempting to disarm me he guides our swords to the ground but I stick out my leg tripping him but he recovers.

I try to ignore the burst of laughter that comes from the sidelines, Aemond's sexy chuckle unmistakable lighting the fire in my bones.

Before we can continue a knight interrupts us, calling from the wall.

"Prince Aemond, a raven's arrived for you. As for the rest of you, your Mother's requested your presence, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys have been spotted off the coast line."

Aemond's face falls his eye avoiding mine as he comes to kiss me on the temple his playful mood all but a memory. My stomach sinks when he says nothing to me, only turning back like I'm the afterthought.

"I'll see you at dinner, my love." Faking a smile I want to ask him why he even bothers with me, knowing full well I can see right through him.

Taking the small scroll from the man I watch Aemond walk away from me up the stairs, placing my hand over my stomach unknowingly.

"Come, there will surely be a feast tonight to celebrate your victory, sister." Lucerys loops his arm with mine and when standing besides me I grow even more aware of his growth, soon to be taller than me.

"Hardly. Mother and Father were furious with me for going off to battle." I scoff, staring at my feet as we walked.

"That's only because you disobeyed them. You were always the perfect child, Elaena. When you ran off they were worried sick, didn't speak to anyone until they got word from Aemond you were safe." Jacerys sheaths his sword, catching up to Luke and I.

Hanging my head in silence I know they're right and I'd thought on it all month, avoiding an apology out of stubborness. It wasn't often I had these conversations with my mother or father so even the thought of it was uncomfortable.

Entering the hall Luke runs into the arms of our Grandsire and I'm reminded just how worth it my disobedience had been.

"How you've grown since I've seen you last! You as well, Jacerys it's good to see everyone together." Lord Corlys wraps his arms around both of the boys and Rhaena and Baela watch with sweet smiles from afar.

"Elaena!" Princess Rhaenys surprises me with a tight hug but I welcome the affection from her, returning her embrace.

"You were so brave sweet child! Our house will always be so grateful to you. Laenor would be so proud," She whispers her final words about Ser Laenor but that doesn't lessen the blow that hits me straight in the chest.

Fighting back the tears that sting in my eyes I give her a hand a squeeze when pulling away from her, hardly able to verbalize what her words mean to me.

"You would've been proud Daemon, of her and Aemond alike. Vhagar and Seasmoke were the catalysts of the battle. I wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for them." Corlys goes on, patting me on the back but my father says nothing only keeping his watchful eyes on me as I blushed under the compliments, receiving them from everyone except for my parents.

"We're very grateful our prayers were answered with everyone's safe return. We're sad however to see Baela leave us, she's been a joy to have here." My mother rests her hands on her swollen belly her fond smile landing on Baela and I try to absolve the jealousy that came with it, unfitting of me.

"You honor me, Princess." Baela nods her head in respect, a strand of her beautiful curls falling in front of her face. Going to her, Jace's eyes never leave his betrothed, a proud smile tugging at my little brothers lips as he watches her with our mother.

I could only hope Aemond would fit in with my side of the family in the same way one day, but our families wounds ran deep and only time could heal that kind of pain.

"If you'll pardon me, I'm going to freshen up for dinner and find my husband." Smiling politely I take my leave, finally taking a deep breath when I'm in the hall.

Expecting Aemond in our chambers I push open the door but he's nowhere to be found and I'm beginning to think he hadn't come back up to the castle at all.

Going to the window I catch sight of him and Vhagar in the skies circling, her cries bellowing through the steep valleys of Dragonstone.

Whatever word had come for Aemond must've be troublesome for him to take for the skies without so much as a word to me.

Vhagar dives through the sky making a close call with the ocean and I watch in awe, wishing he would've taken me with him, but he needed time to himself it seemed and I couldn't begrudge him for that, only dull the ache that came with his absence.

***

All afternoon Aemond had avoided our chambers and in turn avoided me. In efforts to wash away the anxiety, I spent most of the late afternoon sulking in the steaming hot baths of our washroom dreaming of the many names we would name all of our children, gods willing.

Keeping my watchful eye on the door, Aemond doesn't return and I can only hope he'll keep his word meeting me at dinner like he'd mentioned.

It was unlike him to shut me out, maybe everyone else but never me and I wasn't sure how to deal with it being he was my best friend.

Ushering out the maids as usual I dress myself, taking my time in hopes he'd walk through the door and take me in his arms but he never does... so I venture to dinner on my own.

Approaching the dining table I can already hear the bouts of laughter spilling into the halls.

Rounding the corner I search the table first for Aemond but as I've expected he's still absent and my polite smile fades. Though I tell myself to expect disappointment I hadn't expected it from him.

Taking a seat I wish I could partake in the wines and ales as the rest of them but still much a secret to most of the table I was just over a month pregnant. Luckily I hadn't grown sick yet, but I was anticipating the worst to come.

"-It's true, your sister had no fear! Led the charge with courage aback Seasmoke just as your father all those years ago!" Lord Corlys continues, grabbing my attention.

"But did she offer herself up as bait to draw out the scum from their caves?" My father jokes, already a cup or two deep in his wine.

"Perhaps not, but she is far more cunning." My Grandsire nods, holding up his cup to me and I giggle uncomfortably at the compliment, unsure how my Father will react.

"Hmm, still learning if she was foolish enough to go on her own." He grumbles, earning the side eye of Princess Rhaenys and my Mother who'd been lost in their own conversations.

"Foolish, or brave?" I quip, speaking for the first time since I'd sat down at the table.

Everyone turns their heads to look at me and instead of cowering from their stares I revel in it.

"Hmph," Daemon watches me for a moment, our eyes locked in a heated stare as I challenge him. I expect dragonfire but his lips tip up in a grin, speaking no more of it and tilting the goblet back for another drink.

"Where's Aemond gone, Elaena?" My mother asks thoughtfully, noticing the unease I feel that he's not here.

I open my mouth to answer when he saunters through the door, his body language heavy and his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. He's still wearing his long coat from riding and he doesn't bother with it, avoiding my eyes as he takes his seat next to me.

Holding my breath I will him to say something, anything, but he doesn't offer me any affection or attention for that matter and I'm beginning to think I've gone mad.

Filling his cup, Aemond empties it almost immediately filling it once more.

Luckily Lord Corlys has most of the table enthralled with his war stories so they don't notice.

"You've been gone all day," I whisper, hardly looking at him.

Glancing over at me, he takes another gulp of his wine.

Had I been right to worry? What word had come from Kings Landing that it was troubling him deeply enough to keep it from me?

"Vhagar needed to stretch her wings." He replies, still not meeting my eyes confirming straight away that he's lying.

Instead of pressing him on it, I turn away keeping my focus on the untouched food in front of me, my impatience with Aemond boiling close to the brim about to spill over.

"Eat, Elaena." He grumbles, his tone not at all soft like he usually speaks to me so I cross my arms in defiance, giving him his same treatment in return.

Blowing out an exasperated breath he takes another swig of his cup, emptying his second goblet.

"What are you doing?" I hiss at him but he ignores me again, emptying what remained of the wine into his cup once more.

I'd yet to experience Aemond drunk and I never anticipated I'd ever see it knowing how he'd felt about his brothers drinking.

With an empty stomach it's not long before his tense shoulders relax in his wine induced haze.

For the remainder of the dinner we're intent on not saying a single word to one another, that is until most of the table excuses themselves and we're alone on the opposite end of the dining room from my mother and Princess Rhaenys.

Aemond finishes his fifth cup of wine but one would hardly notice unless you knew him well.

His usual alertness and tension had faded leaving only a tired man, staring at me when he thinks I'm not looking.

Taking a deep breath he shocks me by taking my hand in his, his touch red hot stealing my breath away.

Drawing shapes on my palm I can still feel his bloodshot eye burning into me when he whispers ever so softly as if meant only for himself, "So goddamn beautiful,"

Looking to him my cold heart melts and we're back to normalcy for a few precious moments.

Brushing his knuckles against my cheek something flashes across his face and he's withdrawing from me again, slipping through my fingers.

Pushing himself away from the table, my mother and Rhaenys turn sharply to look at us as he leaves me for the second time today and my chest feels hollow watching his broad back as he walks away.

"Elaena, what is it?" My mother asks with a knowing frown.

My eyes dart between the both of them and the tears are burning in my eyes once more.

"I-I don't know," I shudder, clutching my chest my heart threatening to beat up into my throat.

Getting up from her seat Princess Rhaenys approaches me and takes the empty seat that Aemond had just been sitting in.

Taking my hand beneath the table, the Princess gives me a look of understanding but it's not without its pity at the corners of my mind.

"You're sure you can trust him? Alicent's son?" She questions and I'm shocked she'd ask me such a thing. It was a ridiculous question even more so sensing the softness from her when she peered into my eyes.

Lord Corlys had told her.

My pregnancy was no longer a secret and those who didn't know would in only a matter of time.

Betrayal twists in my gut, a lone tear slipping down my cheek.

Unable to answer her I follow suit with Alicent's son, hoping this time he'll be in our chambers waiting for me.

Climbing the steps I struggle for breath, the tears freely flowing now that I'm alone.

Leaning against the wall the stone leaves a sharp cold contrast to the heat that blanketed my skin and I try to ground myself.

Rhaenys must only ask because of her mistrust in Alicent but I take it personally given the timing, knowing at this very moment Aemond was keeping something from me and it was already tearing me apart from the inside out.

Taking a deep breath I finish the walk the our chambers hesitating just outside the door before it's yanked open and I'm face to face with the source of my sorrow.

"Elaena," He sighs a breath of relief, and I can still smell the wine on his breath.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, reaching for my tear stained cheeks but I scoff at him, pushing past to get inside.

You, asshole.

"Elaena, talk to me." he rasps from behind me.

Ignoring him as he did me I take my seat on the bed and begin unbraiding the many twists I'd fashioned into a bun.

Taking careful steps closer he kneels before me, taking my hands in his forcing me to stop and look at him.

"Hey, it's my fault, I know, I'm a dick. I saw it happening but I couldn't do anything to stop myself..." Aemond begins but I yank my hands away going to the window.

"That's hardly an excuse." I snap back.

"It's no excuse, Elaena. It's true, fuck." Running his hands through his long blonde hair he yanks off his eyepatch balling it up in his fist, his knuckles white.

"We're husband and wife, we're supposed to be communicating. Not riding into battle alone remember?"

"I remember, of course I remember. I just needed time... I didn't want to worry you!" He growls, raising his voice only slightly and it speeds up my heart in a way that excites me.

"Which in turn worries me more and that can't be healthy for Aelyx-"

Slapping my hand over my mouth, Aemond freezes, narrowing his hazy purple eye at me and his anger fizzles away.

"Aelyx? As in..." Aemond's expression softens as he motions to my still flat belly and I place my hand protectively over it.

"It's just an idea there's still plenty of time-"

"It's perfect." Closing the gap between us he rests his hands on top of mine and the warmth spreads like wildfire and I don't feel so alone.

"If it's a boy that is," I mutter.

"It's a boy." He smirks, leaning his forehead against mine and I'm home.

Taking my face in his hands he tips my chin up for a kiss and I almost give in but I pull away from him, reminded of our quarrell when I smell the wine on his breath.

"You won't distract me that way, husband." I cross my arms over my chest and Aemond's gaze falls on my breasts now at full attention.

Gripping the night stand Aemond holds himself there, his struggle to keep away clear but the more we argued the more I wanted to release that frustration.

Biting at his lip he chuckles darkly, a hot tempered desire falling over his eye as he devours me with just his stare.

"Who is it distracting whom, my song? I can't focus on anything other than how much I want to bend you over this fucking bed just looking at you." Adjusting himself I find him straining through his trousers and despite my best efforts I can't ignore it, my desire pooling between my thighs unable to take my eyes away from him.

"You didn't speak to me all day, even took Vhagar so I was left wondering if you'd gone without me," I begin, taking a step forward.

"I'm sorry. I should've never shut you out... you of all people." He whispers, risking a step towards me but I don't move away this time.

"It was a letter from my mother, and it wasn't the best of news." Aemond sighs, reaching for my hand to interlock our fingers.

"Heleana's with child and Daeron is coming home from Oldtown to say his goodbyes to our Father... she's requested I come home as well." He grumbles waiting for my reaction.

"That's not all bad. We'll both go, together." I assure him but he shakes his head his mind already made up.

"It's safer here with your family to protect you. I don't want you and our baby anywhere near those vipers where you could be in harm's way." He says, and I realize this was what had been troubling him all day.

"I'm the safest with you, Aemond. No one protects me better than you, or do you doubt yourself, my prince?" I smirk as he cups my face with his sword worn hands.

My words shatter his resolve, his jaw unclenching bringing his lips a breath away with a groan.

"You could drive any sane man mad with that mouth of yours. What am I to do with you?" Pressing me into the wall he cages me in with his strong arms, his predatory gaze returning as the corner of his parted lips tip up in a grin.

"I have a few things in mind," I rasp, our mouths so close they brush with each word.

"Say it, Elaena. I want to hear those sinful words pass your heavenly lips." He all but growls, pressing his thick desire against me, his violet eye never leaving mine.

"I want you to make it up to me... all, night, long." I whisper bringing his pointer finger into my mouth.

Licking his lip, it quivers while he watches me, waiting painfully for his moment to strike.

Swirling my tongue expertly around his finger he lets out a shaky breath, "I'll be making it up to you long after the sun rises, my love."

Hiking me up around his body I let out a squeal and his promising laughter only tightened the pressure building down below.

Tossing me onto the bed Aemond's already working on his pants while he stares at me, "So goddamn beautiful,"

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Twirling the rolled scroll through my fingers I stare at my mothers seal, one I'd been waiting for any day now.

When I hadn't returned home I imagined she threw a fit, convinced she'd lost me to Rhaenyra and that had only been partly true. She'd lost me to Elaena and I knew in due time once she saw this marriage was no sham and she was baring our child I was unsure what my mother or grandfather would do.

Even from all this way my mother still managed to distract me from her. Elaena was just about to make a fool of her brother just as she did of me when we'd been so rudely interrupted.

We'd been sparring all afternoon and my love's positive energy was contagious, and it had been one of my favorite days on the island, up until now.

Climbing the mountains of Dragonstone I venture through the deep caves to find Vhagar sleeping peacefully to herself like the elderly beast she was.

Elaena and I had wondered if either Seasmoke or Vhagar would grace us with a clutch but the dragon masters speculated Vhagar was past age and Seasmoke couldn't carry being a male dragon.

Thankfully, Elaena is convinced once Rhaenyra hears of her pregnancy she'll offer one of Syrax's eggs to put in the babes crib but I wasn't so certain.

Once alone I unroll the scroll, my shoulders sinking when I read what my mother's schemed. She wanted me home this much was certain, but she would have something waiting, or someone.

My legs go wobbly and I'm sinking onto my knees.

This would ruin us if she found out.

My mother would have no mercy if I bring Elaena with me back to Kings Landing. There would be no hope of cleaning up this godforsaken mess.

The only option was to have her stay here with her family where she was tucked away safe and sound from the lies and manipulation that my family were already twisting with my absence.

Dragonstone was bearable yes, even enjoyable when I spent every evening with the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, but Kings Landing was home in the most tragic but now redeeming of ways.

Elaena and I had fallen in love there, kissed and made love for the first time in her chambers and damn everything to the seven hells if those memories with her hadn't made me a sentimental bastard.

I wanted to take her with me, tell her the truth of it all so my burdens wouldn't weigh so heavy on my shoulders but she was too precious right now it would only cause her stress she didn't need. I could fix this myself, go home and throw the snakes to the flames where they couldn't harm us any longer.

The threat this lie brought was great and my mother knew that regardless of her tucking it away between the lines of her pleasantries.

I was thankful for the good news that came of my siblings but it was overwhelmingly tainted by the real reason Mother and Grandfather wanted me home and her name was Tessa Waters and her bastard boy she claimed was mine.

***

Spending most of the day in the skies aback Vhagar I'd hoped the flight would help clear my mind but it had only made things worse.

All that ran through my mind was Elaena's face when I told her what the letter contained.

So like a coward I avoided her until I couldn't any longer.

Already giving her my word I'd see her at dinner I wouldn't break it, even if it tore me apart inside to look at her.

We'd never expressed to one another if anyone came before because they hadn't mattered, nothing would ever come close to the way she made me feel.

I'd spent a night or two in a brothel when my loneliness threatened to drown me but those evenings only made things worse, sending me sweet dreams of Elaena that would only leave me missing her even more.

At first I wrote letters upon letters confessing how my feelings for her had evolved beyond reason but instead of sending them I let them burn in the fireplace as I watched, telling myself there would never be a possibility she could love the damaged boy she'd known.

It was fate that brought her back home, back to me.

Already running late for dinner I don't take the time to remove my riding coat, if Elaena wasn't already upset with me for ignoring her she would murder me if I didn't show face soon and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't missed her.

How did I intend on going to Kings Landing without her?

Walking into the dining room I see Elaena before she sees me and she's impeccable, my heavy gaze darting away before she can see into my very soul and I shatter beneath her.

Every step in her direction brings unease, my body yearning for even a brush from hers.

Fighting off all urges of physical contact I ignore everyone around the dining table, taking my seat next to Elaena.

As she straightens next to me the very air feels like it may snap between us as I anticipate what she might say.

Lord Corlys goes on about a battle from gods know when and I decide to take a page from out of my older brothers book.

Pouring as much as the goblet will allow I tip its gold rim back slowly until I've consumed every drop of the wine. Going back for more, Elaena's pointed tone stops my heart in my chest.

"You've been gone all day,"

She's worried, and it's my fault I would ruin everything.

Allowing myself a glance at her I regret it right away, the pain I was causing evident on her face.

Throwing back another gulp of wine I say the first thing that comes to mind, not lying but not telling her the whole of it, "Vhagar needed to stretch her wings."

Elaena's no fool, she knows I'm hiding something but she doesn't press me on it at the table, staring forward, my ball of fire ready to explode.

Hanging my head to chance another look at her I notice her still full plate and it's a dagger through the heart.

Elaena only avoided eating when something was deeply troubling her and I didn't need to read her mind to know that was my fault too.

"Eat, Elaena." I mutter my tone coming out harsher than intended and I regret it instantly when I see her flinch at the corner of my eye before crossing her arms over her chest, pushing up her well endowed chest and the wine goes straight to my cock.

Clearing my throat I take another gulp hoping to null the wild thoughts that weaved through my mind.

I wanted to take her on this dining room table. I pictured the mess I'd make so I could spread open her thighs so I could have a feast of my own.

"What are you doing?" She bites at me and despite my best intentions my dick twitches seeing her angry, so full of fire.

Emptying my goblet it's the last I hear from her all evening and in my drunken state I feel every second of space between us.

Luke and Jace say goodnight to the women at the table and I take the opportunity to watch Elaena with her younger brothers, hugging them tight with a false smile.

Feeling her eyes I turn to Princess Rhaenys who seemed uncomfortable at my presence and I can only scoff at her.

Taking her seat next to me Elaena takes a deep breath, exhaustion hinting at the corners of her eyes.

It may be the drunken haze or my complete lack of strength to stay away but I take her hand in mine and what tension remained on my shoulders faded to nothing.

Entranced by her beauty Elaena radiates like the sun in the sky, pulling me closer into her gravitational pull.

Her usually smiling lips were turned down in frown but the flecks of grey in her violet eyes twinkled as she was swept away into her thoughts.

"So goddamn beautiful," I mutter, letting it slip but when her gaze meets mine and her smile inches at the corner of her lips I'm glad I've said it.

Brushing my knuckles against her soft skin a light pink blush comes across her face. Leaning into my touch I almost forget why I'd been staying away from her in the first place.

Almost.

Elaena's tear stained face plays on a loop before me and I pull away, desperate to get away before I cause her that inevitable pain.

Unable to look at the hurt on her face I push my chair out from the table, taking long strides to the door slamming it shut behind me.

Taking a few steps forward I stop, guilt seeping in for how I'd left her there but I couldn't handle it, I couldn't look into those innocent eyes for another moment.

Turning to look back at the door I almost go back in after her, intent on torturing myself some more but I refrain, hoping she'd follow me and we could talk in private.

Our chambers still smelled of her sweet floral soaps, and her nightgown had been laid out for her on our untouched bed.

Running the silk fabric in between my fingers I hear footsteps approaching and in anticipation go for the door, swinging it open to reveal the pink teary eyes of my beloved.

"Elaena," I breathe, her name on my lips like I'm praising the gods.

I'd only just seen her. What could've possibly happened?

"Who did this to you?"

Reaching for her instinctively to assess the damage she jerks away from me as she walks through the door and though it's like a slap to the face I know I deserve it.

"Talk to me Elaena," I beg, realizing I had no grounds to ask her such a thing.

Taking a seat on the bed she ignores me, not even offering a glance in my direction and I deserve that too but dammit it hurts. This wasn't like us.

Unbraiding her elegant hair I take a careful step towards her, getting on my knees before her.

Still insisting on ignoring me I stop her from playing with her hair and take her hands in mine.

"Hey, it's my fault, I know, I'm a dick. I saw it all happening but I couldn't do anything to stop myself -" digging myself deeper with each syllable she yanks herself away from me, going to the window.

"That's hardly an excuse," she spits and the fire she yielded would surely burn though I'd never experienced it directed towards me and I wasn't sure how to handle it.

"It's no excuse Elaena. Its true, fuck." I curse growing even more so frustrated with myself if it were possible.

Running my hands through my hair I rip off the eyepatch balling it up in my fist but she keeps firing, "we're husband and wife, we're supposed to be communicating. Not riding into battle alone, remember?"

Narrowing her wild violet eyes at me I hone in on her lips.

"I remember, of course I remember. I just needed time... I didn't want to worry you!" My voice is a husky like sound that takes her aback but I can almost see her eyes dilate as I begin to lose patience.

"Which in turn worries me more which can't be healthy for Aelyx-"

Practically smacking herself she covers her mouth, her eyes wide with shock when I realize...

Taking a step forward I want to embrace her, forget today had even happened.

"Aelyx? As in..." motioning to our first born growing just inside her belly and she nods, placing a protective hand on it.

"It's just an idea there's plenty of time-"

"It's perfect." I reassure her, going to her like a moth to her flame resting my palm atop hers.

Aelyx Targaryen, first of his name, heir to the iron throne and anything else this world had to offer, it would be all his.

"If it's a boy that is," she smiles to herself.

"It's a boy." I grin, knowing it in my heart of hearts.

His mother would be Queen of the seven kingdoms and she would need us to protect her, fight any and all who threatened her.

Taking her precious face in my hands her eyes dart to my lips and the pull between us tightens, my body moving on its own accord. Tipping up her chin to guide her mouth to mine I can almost taste her when she jerks away from me, her eyes spinning with anger once more.

"You won't distract me that way, husband." Elaena crosses her arms over her chest pushing up her breasts and despite my best efforts my sex crazed mind urges my eyes down to ogle at my beautiful wife.

"Who is distracting whom, my song? I can't focus on anything other than how much I want to bend you over this fucking bed just looking at you." I growl in confession, my pulsing dick throbbing in anticipation of her slick folds milking my dick until I had no seed left to fill her with.

Gripping the edge of the nightstand I dig my nails into the wood in efforts to stop myself from going to her.

"You didn't speak to me all day, even took Vhagar so I was left wondering if you'd gone without me!"

"I'm sorry I should've never shut you out... you out of all people." Daring a step towards her she doesn't move away from me this time.

"It was a letter from my mother, and it wasn't the best of news."

The worst of news actually.

Taking a deep breath I make the mistake of a decision in a split second.

"Helaena's with child and Daeron is coming home from Oldtown to say his goodbyes to our father... she's requested I come home as well."

Leaving out the single most important detail of that letter a darkness sweeps into my heart taking hold digging in its claws.

Looking to her to see if she believes me her facial expression softens and she seems to relax at my half truth but the claws only dig deeper.

"That's not all bad. We'll both go, together." She says but I'm shaking my head.

To have Elaena meet Tessa under any circumstances would be world crumbling especially if we fell head first into my mothers trap to tear us apart.

Elaena would lay eyes on that child and rethink everything about our love. I wouldn't let that happen, I couldn't.

"It's safer here with your family to protect you. I don't want you or our baby anywhere near those vipers where you could be in harm's way."

Understanding washes over her and she takes a step closer. Her eyes meet mine and when she blinks slowly at me there's a dark desire that shimmers in the candlelight.

"I'm the safest with you, Aemond. No one protects me better, or do you doubt yourself my prince?" Her sensual voice is my undoing matched with her sexy grin.

Coming incredibly close to her I cup her face in my hands, the feel of her skin against mine intoxicating.

She was right, Elaena was always right and still I struggled against her.

If we were apart and the rumor spread to Dragonstone I wouldn't have a chance. The only possible way was to bring her with me, and break the news of this scandalous lie to her slowly and delicately.

I'd be able to explain myself, find a way to keep our trust intact because if we didn't have that we'd fall apart.

Bringing her hands to my chest our lips are like magnets coming back to one another as they were meant to, the spark I need to let the monster loose.

"You could drive any sane man mad with that mouth of yours. What am I to do with you?" I growl like the sex crazed animal I am, backing her into the wall and caging her in with nowhere to go this time.

"I have a few things in mind," she mutters against my mouth.

"Say it Elaena, I want to hear those sinful words pass your heavenly lips." Urging her on I press my throbbing cock against her and a sharp breath fans across my mouth.

"I want you to make it up to me... all, night, long."

Staring at me through her long eyelashes she takes one of my hands in hers, bringing my finger into her mouth and my entire body shudders against hers.

Fucking hell, I about come undone at the light pressure she applies with her teeth.

Swirling her expert tongue around the tip of my finger I let out shaky breath gripping onto her.

"I'll be making it up to you long after the sun rises, my love." I promise her, picking her up and wrapping her around me and an adorable squeal rises from her throat bringing bellowing laughter from mine as well.

Tossing her into the mounds of pillows I'm already starting on my pants, my dick straining to be inside of her the tip already dripping with precum.

My hungry stare doesn't stray from her, not wanting to miss a single sound or expression on her stunning face. "So goddamn beautiful," I whisper in the last peaceful moment before I push up her skirts and thrust inside of her in one harsh movement.

Finally inside of her I'm a ragged animal only satisfied when I feel her muscles tightening around me and her desperate moans fill our chambers like music to my ears.

"Aemond," she pleads.

"I know, my song. Nothing's better than this, than us." I assure her, running my hand up her chest in between her breasts until I'm holding her face for a soul crushing kiss where she hands over complete control.

Deepening my strokes she clutches onto the front of my tunic, tugging me closer and my lips tug up into a grin.

"My good fucking girl, taking me so damn well."

Already close to the edge I know she needs more, my wife not as easily satisfied but I don't mind, eager to please her.

Taking her lip between my teeth she's hardly expecting my fingers against her sensitive bud, her body arching into mine as soon as she feels the pad of my thumb working quick circles.

Whimpering into my mouth I can sense her climax coming into sync with mine,
"Konir sagon ziry rūs, tepagon isse naejot nyke."
*thats it baby, give in to me.

Opening her violet eyes to peer into my soul, she struggles to speak between her moans,
"Avy jorrāelan, Aemond,"
*I love you, Aemond.

Coming together she takes all of me despite how small and tight she feels while I'm inside of her.

Unwilling to pull out of her warmth I bring her mouth back to mine to leave a heartwarming kiss.

Holding her face in my hands I rest my forehead to hers and all troubles between us seem insignificant.

We were all that mattered, our family was all that mattered.

"It's settled, I can't be apart from you, my song. I'm a selfish bastard wanting you all to myself but I'd be a fool not to treasure you, protect you from all who'd try to tears us apart." I mutter against her lips before pressing another kiss to her forehead.

"No one will tear us apart, my love. No one," she promises, a faint confusion in her eyes.

"Kivio nyke,"
*Promise me.

"Nyke kivio, ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha dārys."
*I promise, my love, my king.

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
A week had passed since Aemond received word from Kings Landing and we were finally leaving for the capital.

Deciding to wait to tell anyone about our pregnancy until our return I knew much like Aemond, my mother and father wouldn't want me going in the first place.

As soon as the sun rose this morning Aemond was out of bed keeping himself busy with the preparations of our journey but I'd known there was something else bothering him.

Unable to sleep through the night he tried not to wake me but I was restless myself, an impending darkness on the horizon that not only I seemed to sense.

The emptiness that I'd felt when he'd shut me out was a pain I'd hoped I wouldn't have to endure again. I chose to trust my husband and if we were to be alone in Kings Landing that would be all that we had.

Eachother.

Folding the last bit of clothes a knock comes to the door.

Quick to open it the wind gets knocked out of me when I see it's my mother. It'd felt like ages since we'd last spoke privately on the day of the tournament and I was wondering if she at all changed her thoughts about me being her heir after my "stunt" at the Stepstones.

"Mother," I greet her with a weary half smile opening the door wider so she can come in.

Reaching out to squeeze my arm affectionately as she passes she looks around our near empty chambers.

"I'd always imagined you and your husband would stay with us on Dragonstone. I cannot say, however that I'd pictured it being Aemond." Offering me a small smile her light hearted laugh eases the tension that's lingered between us.

"I'd have to disagree," I giggle.

I'd always dreamed of the life I was currently leading. Aemond by my side challenging me every step of the way inspiring growth in one another as we built a family.

I wanted desperately to tell my Mother of the child that grew inside of me but it was still too soon and we'd wanted the timing of this to be perfect.

"Although I had hoped he would've done well to steer you from going to the Stepstones." Rhaenyra sighs taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Aemond had so eagerly worshipped my body all morning long and the memory brings a blush across my face.

Shaking it off, I blink at her.

"He did. He even stuck up for you and Father after the small council meeting. Aemond never wanted me to go to the Stepstones."

If the both of them opened their eyes they'd see they weren't so different in the fact that they both cared about and loved me deeply. I counted myself as one of the luckiest people alive.

"That's comforting to know. Your father was quite impressed of his show in front of the small council. He would never say it aloud but I know he sees the both of us in you."

Taking my seat besides her, my mother tucks a loose strand of my blonde hair behind my ear, and for a precious moment I'm a little girl again tucked away in her arms as she reads a book to me in front of the fireplace.

"He'd protect me and our family just as fiercely."

Nodding with a smile she squeezes my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I should've never gone against your word, it was treasonous..." Hanging my head in guilt, I tilt up my head to look at her in the eyes that reflect my own.

"What you did was not wrong, my daughter, it was how. One of the very first lessons I'll teach you of ruling , Elaena, is that there is always a choice but you will never escape the consequences of those choices. We have a duty to keep the realm safe, not all has to end in death and fire."

"But Lord Corlys lives, the fleet was saved because of my choice-"

"You're right, but perhaps they would've lived still had you not. But now we'll never know and Alicent will never forgive what you've done and how Aemond chased after you into the flames, into danger."

"We were brave, we were dragonriders something she'll never understand." I scoff and it brings a small prideful smile on her face.

"Perhaps not, but nonetheless she has claws."

Taking my hand in hers she interlocks our fingers, brushing her thumb across my skin.

"So, my daughter I beg you, when entering the dragon's mouth trust no one. They know apart we're weaker and though Aemond will protect you fiercely he is only one man and there's no telling what little birds the Queen has listening around every corner." Nibbling at her lip she looks me over again in concern, her heartbreak of my leaving shining in her heavy gaze.

"I'm proud of you Elaena. So very proud of you leading an army, of saving all of those people. I'll miss you, my love. We all will."

Footsteps approach the open door and a light knock on the frame turns both of our heads.

My handsome husband had refrained from shaving the past few days leaving a trail of blonde stubbled hairs outlining his sharp jaw and my addiction to it was becoming unhealthy.

"Apologies for interrupting, my ladys, but we need to get going if we're to get there by sunset." Shoving his hands in his pockets he leans against the door frame. When his gaze meets mine, his lips curve upwards in a sexy grin.

Giving me a tight hug goodbye, my mother presses a kiss to my temple.

"Don't stay too long. Your brothers will tear one another apart without you."

Nodding to Aemond she goes to whisper something to him on her way out the door and he looks to me over her shoulder than back to my mother.

Though I can't hear what she says I can assume it's a warning to keep me safe but Aemond takes it in stride, always his intention to keep me safe.

"I'll write you as soon as we arrive and as much as I can after that, I swear it." I promise, going to her.

"I know sweet girl, we'll see one another soon." Bringing me in for another hug goodbye I'm wiping away the tears that freely fell down my cheek as she walks away from us down the hallway.

Taking a step closer to me Aemond's hands slip around my waist, his lips pressing a kiss atop my head.

"Are you sure we can't just fly away to the ends of the world instead?" I ask with a chuckle, turning to find comfort in his arms.

Wrapping me in his warm embrace his deep hum of appreciation vibrates through my back into my heart.

"You have no idea just how tempting that sounds, my song."

Something dark rumbles in his chest and it reminds me of before, but I can't pinpoint what it was that was so unsettling.

I expected he'd be excited to see his family and go home but he'd been dreading it and because of that, I'd felt the same.

***

Reaching Kings Landing just after the sunset across the sea we were granted a secret arrival with the blanket of nightfall.

Helping me down off of Seasmoke Aemond looks me over for himself, taking my hand to lead me through the dragon pit.

"This place holds so many of our memories," I breathe.

His shoulders relax turning to look at me and his gaze softens when our violet eyes connect.

Stopping just before Vhagar and Seasmoke he brings me in front of him, recreating the very night our souls were bonded together as one.

Wrapping my arms around his neck the expression he wears holds an intensity I haven't seen from him in all of our peaceful bliss.

A pit grows in my stomach and a frown begins to form on my lips but he brings his mouth to mine sweeping his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission to take complete possession of me.

"There's perfectly good beds in the castle, big brother."

The unfamiliar deep voice sends us both apart in shock but Aemond reaches out to me, bringing me behind him until he realizes who the figure was in the darkness.

"Daeron? The hell are you doing down here?" Aemond asks, his voice a low growl, irritated to have been interrupted.

"I had a feeling you'd make a late arrival. Aegon didn't think you'd come... and you brought the girl."

Daeron stalked closer and his innocence from our childhood was long gone.

"Elaena, or have you forgotten so easily, Uncle?" I correct him, coming out from behind the unrelenting wall of muscle that was my husband.

Almost as tall as Aemond, Daeron's blonde hair is shorter but not at short as Aegon's stopping just at his shoulders.

"Quite the opposite, niece. I hadn't only come to see father but I'd come to see if it was in fact true,"

Looking between us with a smirk he continues, "and it seems Mother was right. You've attached yourself to the very thing you despise."

Aemond's grip on me tightens, his sharp jaw clenched as soon as his brother's venom leaves his mouth.

"With time comes sense and change brother. And if you've learned anything you'd know to keep your mouth shut regarding my wife." Aemond warns, his deep voice deadly and it thrilled me to hear him so protective.

"Hmph. I'll try my hardest but you know with time I may change my mind." Daeron's smirk wasn't anything like the handsome one Aemond wore.

His instead held a promise of danger to come and instead of cowering away I narrow my fierce eyes back at the boy playing man in front of us.

"Was there something in the water at Oldtown that's turned you into such a creeten?" I shoot back grabbing Aemond's hand to walk past him.

"Quite the mouth on her, I suppose I can see how she seduced you. I can only imagine what her tongue's capable-"

Before Daeron can finish his sentence Aemond's a blur digging his dagger to his brothers throat and even in the dim lit caves I can see Daeron's face turn red, struggling to breath but unwilling to show weakness to his big brother.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time." Digging his blade into Daeron's skin just below his jaw line a trickle of blood runs down his neck.

Deep within the caves Tessarion calls out for her master, but too restrained to help.

"I'm only joking. Besides, it was only a compliment." He grins and I worry if he says another word there would be a brawl between brothers and I couldn't let that happen, not so soon anyway.

"Aemond!" I shout after him but he ignores me, turning Daeron's face with the flat side of the blade so he can't see me.

"Look at me. Don't even look at her, do you understand?"

His voice sounds unlike him goosebumps of the fearful kind crawl up my spine.

"You wouldn't hurt your dear, baby brother would you?" Daeron grins up at Aemond enjoying every moment of torment but I've had enough.

"My love, please." I beg and for a moment I wonder if he'll ignore me again but he doesn't, his wide shoulders falling in defeat.

Twirling the blade between his fingers he sheaths his weapon, taking a few backwards steps towards me.

"I'll tell Mother you've arrived," Daeron calls out to us but this time I keep my mouth shut, Aemond's temper flaring in ways even I struggled to contain.

I go to take his hand but he yanks it away from me and the sting is unlike anything he's ever made me feel.

Quickening his pace as to not walk side by side I almost cry out for him, my hand coming up to reach out but I bring it back into my chest.

Walking the remainder of our familiar path to Aemond's chambers in silence the air between us grows thick and I can only imagine what the rest of this trip had in store for us.

Closing the door behind us he's quick to light a few candles, leaving most of the room in darkness.

We both disrobe without a word, Aemond is almost bare, his trousers sinking just below the defined v shape that grew deeper with each day he trained.

I watch the muscles in his back stretch as he unlocks the balcony doors and the night breeze fills the stuffy air breathing new life into the room and my nipples pebble against the thing fabric of my nightgown.

Stepping out onto the balcony Aemond bends to lean over the railing hanging his head, deep in thought.

Taking timid steps up to him I rest my cheek against his back, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

At first he holds his breath, tensing beneath me until I place a soft kiss against his flushed bare skin.

"I'm sorry, my love. This place... it just puts me on edge."

"You and I both. But we've only just arrived Aemond. It'll only get worse."

"I know... I know." He sighs, his voice almost breaking as he turns to bring me into his warm chest.

The dull pounding of his heartbeat relaxed me and I could swear my heart beat aligned with his. What made it break, what made it beat, our hearts were one in the same at least in this moment when the ones who threatened us were forced back into the shadows.

Caressing the back of my head he runs his fingers through my hair carefully as not to tangle my long strands and I lean into his hands, every loving touch his apology for treating me harshly earlier.

"It drives me mad when anyone talks about you like that. They have no idea what you are to me, what you've done for me." His graveled voice brings me from my sleepy haze.

Resting my chin on his chest I peer up at him, reaching up for his eyepatch still resting over his scar.

Carefully unlatching it Aemond watches me, biting at his lip as I take my time with him tracing the dull scar that went down his face.

"After Driftmark I wanted to write you, visit you even. But I'd known you hated me for what I said that night and I wouldn't survive your rejection."

"The line is very thin between love and hatred. I loved you and I hated you because none of those suitors who vied for my attentions were you." I confess and I know the jealous look in his eye when he begins to imagine those many suitors, though he doesn't say a thing.

"Did you have any? Suitors?" I ask half heartedly already sensing his unease at the question.

"One or two." He clears his throat, and just like that our hearts beat off course and he's pulling away from me.

"Did you... love them?" I ask timidly and he snaps his neck to look at me his eyebrows crossed surprised by my question.

"What? No. Of course not, Elaena." Shaking his head he tips my chin up so our eyes are connected and guilt seeps through him but I know there's more he's not telling me.

"It's always been you. It's your face I saw, your smile when I looked at anyone else." His words warm my heart but I ask the very question I told myself I'd never ask.

"But I wasn't your... first." I whisper, my mouth going dry when I feel him go still beneath me.

Struggling to look at me at first he takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

A million different women's faces run through my mind and I wonder if they were prettier, even better at pleasing him than me.

Watching me for my reaction his face falls when he notices the unshed tears in my eyes.

I was pathetic how did I expect him to stay loyal to a relationship that hadn't yet existed? Just because I had a crush on him my entire life?

"It was never like that, Elaena, hey, look at me."

Avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment he tilts his head lower to come to me instead.

"You are the only woman I've ever made love to, I swear it. I may have fallen victim to my loneliness a few times in search of release but that's all it ever was." Aemond tries reassuring me but the bubbling pits of my stomach were burning up my throat and I'm ripping away from him, running for the washroom.

Heaving up what little I'd eaten today into a bucket my body spasms with each cough.

Keeping my eyes closed struggling for air, a pair of cold hands brings my hair away from my face.

"You're okay, I've got you," Aemond murmurs into my ear and I sink into him unable to deny myself the comfort.

Just as I'm relaxing another wave hits me and I'm holding my stomach in fear I could be hurting our baby.

For a few minutes we sit in silence, neither one of us eager to finish the conversation from moments ago and all energy was void from my body.

Brushing his fingers up and down my back I almost fall into a peaceful sleep.

"Let's get you to bed, my song. You need your rest," He says more for himself as he stands up bringing me with him tucked safely in his arms.

Clinging to him I hardly move when we meet the mattress wrapping myself tighter around his rock hard chest.

"I'm sorry," I whimper, not one to usually get sick like that.

Pressing a kiss to my forehead he shakes his head, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Elaena. You're creating our child inside of you. Just rest, we'll talk more in the morning, I promise."

Aemond pulls the covers up around us tucking me into his side so every bare part of our bodies are connected, every touch reaffirming his love for me.

In the stillness of the night a light breeze brushes across our faces and I finally close my heavy eyes as he starts to sing ever so softly.

"The bleeding star had flown so far,
the air had turned to ash.
The walls of stone would stand no more,
but the song will never end
our song will never end."

I'd never heard Aemond sing, his deep octaves soothing me but winding me up all at once.

He continues humming the tune and again, our hearts are beating as one but for how long?

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The waves that splash to shore ripple up the sand wetting my bare feet and I'm at peace, wherever I am.

Closing my eyes I tilt my head back taking a face full of sunlight letting it soak into my pale skin.

Though the crashing of the waves were rough I still hear a faint giggle in the distance.

Standing just up ahead is a young boy no older than four years old wearing a smile that reminded me of someone.

His short white blonde hair covered most of his face with the breeze and in and instant he's turning away, running towards the caves that fed underneath Kings Landing.

"Hey! It's not safe by yourself! Come back!"

Chasing after him the never ending darkness of the caves swallows me whole but I keep walking, calling out for the little boy all alone.

He needed me, he was still out there somewhere.

The warm earth beneath my feet is suddenly cold tile and the cave is no longer.

I'm standing in the throne room only lit by the moon that shone through the windows.

Sitting on the iron throne was no man but a different little boy than I'd seen only moments ago on the beach.

This boy was leaner, his hair short and his eyes fierce as they hold me where I stand.

"Are you lost, little one?" I ask sweetly, extending my hand to him.

Tilting his head his purple eyes twinkle in the moonlight and I go still, "Aelyx?"

As soon as his name leaves my lips he looks to me in confusion and I choke back a gasp.

I'm just about to reach him when the floor falls out from under me but a hand reaches out for me keeping me from the jaws of fire that nipped at my bare feet, the heat almost unbearable.

"I've got you," Expecting the deep voice to belong to Aemond I look up to meet the eyes of a stranger, who doesn't feel like a stranger at all.

Reaching out his other hand I take it, "Hold onto me, I'm right here."

The voice reassures me again and now I'm sure it's Aemond's but the face isn't his, only sharing our purple eyes.

Just as I'm pulled out a blinding white light blocks the face of my savior.

"You're okay, I'm right here with you," Flinching away from Aemond at first I turn my head erratically trying to understand where it was I ended up now not convinced I wasn't still dreaming.

"A-Aemond?" The whimper like sound that comes from my throat makes him flinch, my pain his.

"You were dreaming, and shaking. Saying his name over and over..."

"Whose?"

"Aelyx."

Trying to catch my breath Aemond brushes the wild hairs away from my face, "What was it about? What did you see?" He asks, never making me feel foolish for my nightmares.

"There was a little boy on the beach, he led me to the throne room where there was another, but this boy I knew, he was familiar to me. He looked like you," Taking his face in my hands I examine his sharp features tracing them with my fingers as he listens intently.

"He sat on the iron throne and just before I reached him I was falling into the flames but he saved me, Aemond, he grabbed my hand."

Holding my hand in front of my face I stroke the lines in my palm, his touch lingering though it only existed in my mind.

Leaning into me, Aemond kisses my temple, resting his head against mine.

"Our son..." He breathes, placing his hand over my stomach lovingly.

"What did he look like?" He smiles, excitedly.

Twisting one of his stray hairs around my finger I think back, grasping for the memory before it fades away.

"He had our eyes, but when he looked at me I saw you, your intensity. He'd grown right before my eyes from a boy to a young man, pulling me from death..." Trailing off my heart misses the boy who was yet to exist, who was only a small being growing within me.

"I can't wait to meet him," Aemond says softly, placing his hands on top of mine. "Put a sword in his hand, teach him how to ride a dragon-"

"Love and loyalty,"

"Of course. How else will we tell him how we fell in love?" He agrees with a loving smile, his eye blinking at me tiredly.

Lacing his arm around my waist he pulls our bodies flush against one another, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

Pulling away from one another his face slowly drops, "About last night,"

Shaking my head I put a finger over his lips, "It's fine, Aemond. Truly. It's the past, and you're my husband now." Getting up and out of bed I run a hair brush through my wild waves, taming it enough to start my braids.

Opening his mouth to object there's a knock at the door and he growls in frustration.

Not bothering with a shirt he whips open the door just enough so whoever it was couldn't see me barely clothed.

"Welcome home, my prince. Your mother, the Queen requests your presence immediately for breakfast."

I cringe as soon as his gruff voice comes from the door. Ser Criston was only a pest compared to the monsters that ran the kingdom but I hadn't missed him all the same.

"Of course she does, we'll be ready soon-"

"She's requested only you, my lord. It is a small affair with your two brothers I'm afraid." Ser Criston's voice didn't sound at all empathetic and if anything more cold than he used to be regarding Aemond.

Though the knight hated me and my mothers side of the family he had quite the bias to the Queen and her sons training Aemond and Aegon all afternoon long when we were children.

Aemond tilts back his head to look at me over his arm, questioning his mothers motives.

"Tell the Queen if she wants me she gets Elaena too-"

"Aemond, no. Have breakfast with your mother. I'll spend the morning with Helaena. I've missed her most of all." I smirk, not at all eager to have breakfast with his mother and her demon spawn sons.

Tilting his head to the side he arches his eyebrow at me, reading my mind. The corner of his lips tip up in a sleepy grin as he slowly turns back to give his answer to Cole.

"As her grace commands. I'll be right there, Ser Criston." He responds sarcastically, nodding in goodbye he shuts the door behind him.

Ruffling through his bags he finds a fresh tunic, throwing it over his messy head of hair.

"You had another table in your chambers didn't you?" I ask, only now noticing it's absence.

Going still a memory plays across his face and he's smiling like a guilty child at me.

Sauntering over he licks his lips before bending down to press a kiss to my neck.

"Our chambers, my love. But yes, I may have turned it into firewood when I found your note the last we were here." He mutters, a bit embarrassed of himself when it's I whose cheeks flush red.

That's right.

The last I was here I skipped out on him early in the morning to fight at the Stepstones. I wasn't sure I'd ever see this place or him ever again.

"I'm sorry-" I begin but he cuts me off,

"Don't be. Don't ever be sorry for anything ever again," Bending down slowly to press a kiss to my lips a knock interrupts us again.

"My prince," Ser Criston persists urging him outside.

Groaning loud enough so the knight can hear him, he puts up half of his hair in a rush and I appreciate the relaxed look his wavy hair gave when he turns to meet my eyes watching him.

Taking my chin between his fingers, he kisses me one last time before leaving, thoughtfully drawing it out with each caress of his tongue.

"We still have much to talk about. Don't stray too far, my song. I'll find you."

Unwillingly he pulls himself away from me, biting at his lip before taking the last few steps to the door, glancing at me once more before shutting the door behind him.

Excited to see Helaena and her twins I take to the halls, spotting their silver haired heads below in the gardens. If my suspicions were correct Helaena like a few of our ancestors was a dragon dreamer, often seeing things before they happened, speaking in riddles or quite plainly like the day of Aemond's tournament.

Rushing down the steps my skin absorbs the unrelenting sun of Kings Landing and I welcome it, knowing I needed all the sunshine I could get with young Aelyx a lingering happy thought in the back of my mind.

"Helaena!" I call out, her head turning when she hears my voice.

"Elaena!" Taking the twins hands she brings them to me, that handmaidens following close behind.

"We're sisters now," Helaena's bright smile is a heartwarming sight, almost nothing like her mother and brothers though Daeron hadn't always been so rough around the edges.

"We are! I'd always hoped to have a sister! Jaehaerys and Jaehaera must've grown a whole foot while we've been away! How big you've grown little ones!" Crouching down I take them in my arms, their giggles music to my ears and I wonder if this trip won't be so terrible after all.

"And with another bundle of joy on the way, how are you feeling?" I ask.

Clasping my hands with Helaena she tilts her head in question, seeing something in my eyes that she can't pinpoint. Squeezing my hand she's broken from her spell, taking a step back to look at me.

"You saw him?"

Shrinking away from her my stomach twists.

"How do you-?" I sputter.

"You saw them both. One will lead you to the darkness the other will bring you through it." She smiles reassuringly but what she says doesn't make me feel any better.

"Darkness?" I cringe, my voice breaking. Where they both my boys? Would I lose one but keep the other? I'd go mad trying to understand.

"Now come! I'd like to show you the nursery." Acting as if nothing just happened she picks a flower from the bushes, holding it to her nose to smell with a smile as she led the way to the new nursery.

Pushing open the doors the twins run inside, eager to play with their little siblings new toys that overflowed the chest near the crib

Taking in the beautiful sight I imagine Aelyx's crib, the toys and stories we'd tell by his bedside.

Taking careful steps towards the babies bed I run my fingers along the soft fabric that lined the expertly crafted wood.

"It's wonderful. It's so... happy in this place." It was true. This room was unlike anywhere else in the castle. The windows allowed direct sunlight at all times, their child never in darkness unless it's eyes were shut with dreams

"Do you have dreams too, Helaena?" I ask, turning to look at her while she stares aimlessly out the window.

"Dreams. Nightmares. They're all the same, all things we cannot change or rewrite. Some nights I don't sleep at all hoping I see nothing." she whispers, tracing an unseen shape on the glass.

Going to her I stare out into the courtyard watching the people walk by along with her when I catch a glimpse of Aemond and Aegon weaving through them.

"Where are they going?" I think aloud, Helaena turning her head in their direction.

Aemond puts up his hood but Aegon doesn't bother, he wants to be seen.

That same twist in my stomach tightens and I almost can't breathe.

He said he'd find me, I should stay here and wait for him to come back... unless I shouldn't.

He'd been on edge since he received the letter from his mother, things had seemed different for days but I couldn't pinpoint it.

What business did he have outside the city?

Only having a moment to decide I'm going for the door.

"Elaena?" She asks in confusion.

"I'm going to look after our husbands. It seems they're keeping secrets."

"Husbands tend to have those." She mutters, turning back to look out the window.

"Not mine." I whisper to myself painfully, shutting the door behind me softly.

Only having time for a hooded robe I throw it over my dress, slipping my dagger in its place around my thigh.

Jogging down the steps I take them two at a time, hoping they hadn't strayed too far.

My gut tells me where to look first but I refuse to believe Aemond would visit the Street of Silk, especially now.

Deciding I have no other place to start I take the crowded streets to a part of the city I'd never seen with my own two eyes.

In the daytime it seemed like any other street in the capital but at night it was said to have bare men and women fucking in the open.

Coming around a corner I tighten my hood around my face, careful not to show my white blonde hair it being a beacon of royalty in the capital.

With their backs turned to me I can recognize Aemond's stature from the opposite end of the road approaching two large wooden doors.

Aegon lifts his fists, rattling a couple of knocks against it when he looks up meeting my eyes in the mob of people. My heart jumps in my throat but he doesn't make a move to alert Aemond, only smirking at me when the door opens to reveal an older dark haired woman.

They exchange a few words and she stands aside letting them enter and they're out of my sight.

Clutching my chest I can't believe what I've seen with my own two eyes.

My husband, the father of my child had just walked into a brothel of his complete own accord in broad daylight.

Taking nervous steps towards the establishment I rack my mind for a way to get inside but I couldn't just walk in the front door. Perhaps there was a way from above?

Walking around the building it lines an alleyway littered with abandoned carts and food trolleys.

Gathering a handful of my dress I begin to scale the carts alongside the brick of the brothel.

Carefully I work my feet into the weathered stone.

Don't look down.

Keep going.

Reaching the very top I refuse to look over my shoulder, only looking ahead where the tops of buildings lined the very earth like etchings in the dirt.

Watching the sun rising high in the sky almost makes me forget where I am until I hear raised voices from down below.

Pushing more of my luck I find a skylight, the air flowing through it's dark red silk.

Crouching over the stone I will myself to hear something, anything to tell me what was going on.

Aemond's voice is easily picked from the other two and he's angry about something, yelling at someone.

"You'll end this now, I won't say it again-!"

"What will you do, my prince? Make the boy a motherless child?!" A raven haired females voice brings me on high alert, my wildfire jealousy already stirring in my eyes as I watched broken images from above.

She was stunning it only made sense she was kept especially for the handsome Targaryen princes, but she looked nothing like me.

There's a quick movement and Aemond has his sword resting on her neck as if he was going to execute her.

"You and I both know I'm the wrong man to beg for sympathy, Tessa." He snarls, using her name so they must be familiar with one another.

Gasping, his words replay in my mind, "I may have fallen victim to my loneliness a few times in search of release,"

Was this one of the women that warmed his bed while I was away? Was she the true reason we'd returned?

My world seems to come tumbling down around me. Every one of our conversations an opportunity given but not taken for him to tell me the truth but he'd kept it to himself.

Like a tug of war I can't decide what to feel, heartbreak, rage? So, I feel it all at once.

Bending further down to hear more I knock over a wooden cup sending it over the ledge down into the very room Aemond and Aegon stood.

Their voices are silenced as all three of them tilt up their heads to find me watching them but I'm too far up for Aemond to recognize me right away.

Vaulting myself from one rooftop to another I don't have time to be scared my adrenaline taking over and I can hear my husband's voice calling out from below, still not realizing it's his own wife.

"Get back here street rat!" He growls after me.

Turning back to look at my lead, Aegon strolls below watching the entertainment while Aemond easily scales the side of the building.

Picking up the pace I hop down on sacks of wheat and flour, busting one on the way causing me to stumble in the street.

Aemond learns from my mistake, masterfully dodging the loose goods gaining on me.

"The longer I chase you, the longer I'll take to kill you. Don't make this difficult, witch!" His deep thunderous voice booms through the street and it shakes me to the very center of my bones.

The words burn as if he'd breathed them like fire and I lose the will to run, anger overcoming me eager to breath fire back.

Allowing him to reach me I feel him approach, turning my body roughly to look at my face.

"Elaena?" He says my name like he's been stabbed in the heart and I can relate to the feeling.

Looking me over his eyebrows knit in out of concern more confused I'm standing here in front of him.

"What are you-? how did you-? You could've been hurt!" Taking my chin in his fingers it's my turn to tear myself away from him, backing away in horror at the man I thought I'd known.

Finally catching up to us Aegon's one man applause sounds from behind Aemond but I ignore him, words at the ready.

"Who the fuck is Tessa?" I snarl trying to keep strong but my voice is broken, her name making my unformidable husband cringe all but confirming my suspicions.

"I told you we still had more to talk about, my song." Going for my hands I rip myself away from him, he didn't deserve my touch, my love.

"DON'T call me that! Answer the question!" I demand, my nostrils flaring as he stares at me with debilitating heartbreak knowing exactly where this was going.

Aegon laughs, walking up to stand between the two of us, insisting on a front row seat to our demise.

"You're telling me, you never told her? You brought her all this way and didn't say a word? I knew this would be good..." His brother cackles, holding onto his stomach it's so loud and the thought crosses my mind to strangle him but Aemond is faster.

Grabbing his brother by the front of his jacket with one hand he uses the other to land a blow directly across his face sending Aegon back onto the concrete.

"You knew she was following us didn't you?! You son of a bitch! I'll kill you-"

"Don't blame him for getting caught in your own lies! You're a goddamn liar!" I cry trying to stop him but Aegon's laughter persists.

Turning his bloodied face to me Aegon lands his final blow, "She isn't all he's been hiding-"

"Don't utter another fucking word!" Aemond threatens and I know by this reaction Aegon must be telling the truth.

"Mother's found something of his wandering the Streets of Silk-"

"Aegon!" Aemond warns again digging his arm into his brothers throat.

"A bastard boy, one mothered by the very same... Tessa Waters." Struggling to gargle out the words while Aemond pressed on his throat I still hear them loud and clear.

Stumbling back I pray to the gods I wake up from the nightmare but it's reality.

Aemond has a son.

He lied about it.

He was willing to kill that woman to keep it a secret.

What he going to kill the child too?

Losing all feeling in first my hands, toes and then legs I become completely numb.

My knees tremble threatening to give way but I have to go, get far away from all of the lies and deception while I still had a chance to get away from him and his manipulation.

Turning on my heels Aemond's already fighting to chase after me but I'm already a random head in the crowds of people, "It's impossible, Elaena! Please, don't go!"

Wiping the stray tears that fall from my eyes I just walk. Walk until my feet are numb and Aemond's desperate shouts for me are all but an echo in the distance and I don't hear him anymore.

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
I didn't know where to go or who to turn to. I had no one in Kings Landing and the one person I thought I had betrayed me... cutting me where it hurt most.

Aemond had made me the most vulnerable version of myself, asked for honesty but not given it in return and I couldn't forgive him for that.

Hiding away from the noisy confines of the city I absentmindedly find myself at the beach at the very same spot I stood in my dreams the night before.

When I feel I'm finally alone I take a seat in the sand, bringing my knees up into my body cocooning myself from any other life altering pain that might come my way.

Bringing the palms of my hands over my stomach protectively the tears I've been holding come straight away, sobs wracking through my body like a tidal wave I would never escape.

Everything was a lie, all of it.

His behavior regarding the visit had been sour ever since his letter from his mother. Looking back I saw all the red flags, all the misdirections and dishonesty. It explained his unwillingness to bring me in the first place.

What would happen now?

If I tried to go home to Dragonstone would he stop me? Perhaps I would be forced to take care of both the children and raise them as our own, or they'll kill both his mistress and the boy and pretend none of it's happened.

For a few hours I stay like this staring out into the sea watching the ships come ashore until the sun sets and all that lights the beach is the moon and the stars.

I wondered if I could escape on one of the ships, leave all of this behind... but I wouldn't leave Seasmoke and Aemond knew that, he'd have guards looking everywhere for me.

"Elaena? Is that you?"

Someone beckons from behind me and I jump out of my skin but I'm relieved knowing the voice didn't belong to Aemond but another Targaryen/Velaryon in hiding much like me.

Tugging my hood tighter around my face I almost don't believe my eyes.

I hadn't seen or heard from Ser Addam since we left the Stepstones. As far as I'd known he'd helped Aemond save my life and has kept the very fragile secret of my pregnancy which was more than Corlys had managed to do.

"What are you doing out here all alone? Where's Prince Aemond?" Walking down the steep hills of sand I turn away from him, wiping my tear stained cheeks trying to regain my composure.

"We had a bit of a... argument." I chuckle, my voice breaking in my throat.

Addam's questionable gaze softens when he notices my bloodshot eyes in the moonlight and he's the spitting image of Ser Laenor when I was younger.

Placing both of his hands on my arms I flinch at his touch, craving only Aemond when he was the very one who caused this godforsaken heartbreak.

Pulling away he brings his arms back under his cloak, grasping my fragility.

"Let's get you somewhere warm. Are you hungry?" He asks gently but I can't muster up any words, shivering in the wind.

"Come on, little dragon." Addam offers a sympathetic smile, pulling my hood further down over my face. Looking around to make sure no one's watching he holds my hand tight and helps me up the hill back from which I came.

Before we reach our destination a distant rumble shakes the sky and it opens to harsh rains below.

Pulling me into a crowd of people Ser Addam brings me close, wrapping his arms around me as to not get lost. Escaping the chaos of people running for shelter we approach a small apartment tucked away in a dark alleyway near the sailing ports.

Looking around again for anyone, he yanks me inside the pitch black room shutting the door behind us.

For the terrifying moments we sat in darkness I listened to him stumble through the room to light the fire, praying to the gods trusting him wouldn't be a mistake.

Sparking the fire the small room is illuminated and I'm relieved when it's revealed to truly be just a small apartment.

Looking to me Addam senses my unease so he keeps at a distance, starting a kettle of soup over the fire.

"This is where I stay when I accompany the Velaryon fleet across the Narrow Sea. It's a shack compared to what you're used to I'm sure, but it does its job." Keeping his voice soft as not to scare me I turn my body towards the warmth of the fire, eager to change clothes but nothing to change into.

"You must be freezing. Your dress is soaked," He notices, digging through his bag for something.

Finding it he hands me a tunic and some pants that would surely swallow me whole but I was just grateful to have warm dry clothes.

Clearing my throat he laughs, "Of course, I'll step outside, Princess."

Offering me a small smile over his shoulder it holds so much.

Safety.

Trust.

Family no matter how distant.

In the warm purple irises of his eyes I see Corlys or perhaps Laenor again, but now wasn't a time to ask of parentage but maybe one day we'd have that discussion.

Closing the door behind him I hurry in ridding myself of my soaking wet clothes.

Coming close to the fire I hold out my palms, warming myself by it's rabid flames

I wondered if Seasmoke felt my heartbreak. If he was calling out to me from the depths of the Dragon pits. How quickly I'd missed my freedom.

Sliding up Addam's pants and throwing his tunic over my head I'm swimming in his monstrous clothes. Addam was a large man who had fought many battles though we were similar in age he'd seen so much more heartbreak and bloodshed.

Knocking on the door I give him the okay to come back inside.

Both of us gather by the fire, sitting rather close together to keep warm from the rain and all I can imagine is how jealous Aemond would feel if he saw me here with another man, wearing his clothes, sharing his warmth.

My chest lurches forward at the thought of him.

He had no right to be jealous. Just as I hadn't owned him as I thought, he didn't own me but my heart belonged to him just the same.

The silent seconds turn to minutes and Addam's ladling the soap into bowls, handing me one.

Feeling his eyes on me I gulp down the soup much like the stew at the camp in the Stepstones. Ignoring the bitter taste I let it warm my belly from the inside out and my body thanks me for it.

"My apologies, princess. I know it's nothing like what you would be eating at the castle." He chuckles, digging into his dinner.

"I'm just thankful to have a roof over my head and warm clothes." I reply, possibly the longest sentence I'd spoken to him tonight.

"Which you'd have at the Red Keep if you went home. Forgive me Princess, but what has he done so terribly that worth putting yourself in this danger?" He asks.

"This is not home. Dragonstone is home to me..." Trailing off he waits patiently for me to continue.

"He's been keeping something from me and I followed him into the city... and what it brought me was only darkness." I mutter, a stray tear streaking down my cheek.

The only noise that fills the thick air between us is the crackling fire wood and the pouring down rain from outside.

"I'd never met the Prince prior to our battle at the Stepstones. I'd heard stories of his heartless nature, and cunning swordsmanship. He's quite the... well as you put it before, he's a dick but with you? My Princess, when you were hurt he was broken beyond repair. He never left your side, and threatened anyone who came close to you, me included."

Keeping my head down I let my hair cover my face so he can't see my free falling tears.

We were so happy then. We'd just found out we were with child, it was one of the happiest nights of my life.

Had he been lying to me even since then?

"All I know is that if he was worried sick then, he'll be out of his mind worrying about you right now knowing you're alone and carrying his child in a city of rapists and thugs." He sighs.

"Than let him worry, and while he's worrying he can remember why it is I left him in the first place." The crack in my heart splinters deeper and I remember Helaena who promised even more darkness to come.

I prayed to the Gods it wouldn't get darker than this.

With not much else to do but sleep, Addam insisted I get my rest and for a few hours I did but only until my nightmares were plagued with images of Tessa's face or Aemond starting a family with her instead.

Deciding against sleep I stare at the ceiling focusing on the sounds of water dripping off the rooftops into the massive puddles from the storm.

I wondered where Aemond was at this very moment. Would he be up all night searching the city for me or would he seek vengeance first? In that way he was truly unpredictable.

Turning to my side I peek out the slits of the window into the cobblestone streets.

The peaceful silence gives way to heavy footsteps in the distance and a group of knights round the corner their torches lighting the way.

Talking amongst themselves I struggle to understand until I hear his name, "-let's hope we don't find her dead, Prince Aemond will have us all killed."

"The man's crazy. Why d-ya think she ran away in the first place?" Another chimes in but their voices fade as I watch them wander off through the alley.

I couldn't begin to imagine the hell he was unleashing trying to find me. Aemond thrived on control and dominance and though it attracted me to him just the same, he would never have a submissive, thoughtless wife and I'd thought he'd known that.

Thinking back to what I saw earlier I cling to anything that might give me hope of Aemond's innocence but no matter which way I spin it, I'd been lied to for at least a week or more.

Replaying the scene over and over again the knot tightens in my stomach when Aegon's words stained my mind.

'Mothers found something of his...'

Had the poor boy been at the castle this entire time? Held in the dungeons until the moment was most opportune?

There was only one way I'd find out.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I look to Addam but he doesn't stir in the slightest.

With the fire only a dim flicker of light I use the darkness to my advantage, tiptoeing to my drying cloak by the door.

Wrapping it around my shoulders I bring the hood up over my head. If I'm caught they'll take me straight to Aemond and I couldn't bare to look at him.

The storm had given way to a slight drizzle keeping most of the cities occupants in their homes if they had one.

Staying in the shadows I follow the grim road to the Red Keep fiddling with the rings on my fingers to keep my nerves at bay.

Guards stood by every entrance just as I'd suspected but that wouldn't stop me.

Scaling the same wall a few stories beneath my old chambers I use the vines to keep hold, careful not to let my hood fall.

Landing gracefully on the landing I peek through the window, jiggling the handle just right to unhinge its faulty lock.

Once stepping inside the familiar floral scent lingered from my many nights I occupied these chambers.

The many memories of Aemond and I together flooded me as I relived it all, every kiss, every confession, every nightmare.

If I'd known what would happen to us would I have done it differently?

Bringing the bed sheet to my nose I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest aching for him, his hands on my skin.

No. I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Perhaps I would've clung on harder knowing our happiness was fleeting.

When I feel the tears bubbling up in my throat I toss the sheet back onto the bed and take a deep breath.

Going to the door I take weightless steps, terrified to even open it in fear there was someone waiting on the other side.

Holding my breath I crack it open, peering out into the dimly lit corridor.

Waiting for the longest few seconds of my life there's no one in sight.

If I was lucky, most of the knights and guards would be in the city looking for me, not expecting I'd be right under their noses.

Never being to the dungeons before I can only go off speculation following the staircases to the very bottom of the castle where it was specified as children never to set foot.

Turning both ways to make sure I'm still alone a sudden snore from my left makes me jump from my bones, suppressing a squeal by slapping myself over the mouth.

Tiptoeing around the sleeping knight I peer through the cell bars, keeping quiet as to not draw attention from any other prisoners.

I almost lose hope when a white blonde head turns in the darkness and I meet his innocent lavender eyes staring back at me.

Allowing my sight to adjust in the darkness I rub at them, getting another good look at the boy because it couldn't be...

Taken aback in shock the poor boy flinches at my sharp movements, scooting back in the dirt he finds a patch of darkness though his eyes never leave me.

This was the younger of the two boys in my dream, I've seen him before.

He couldn't have been more than three or four years old... around the same age as the twins, maybe older.

Under the rags he wore, the boy was only skin and bones, wasting away in this very cell with each passing day.

"So you're what all the trouble is about..." I whisper softly reaching out my hand to him through the bars.

Unwilling to trust me he keeps away from me and I don't blame him. I could only imagine what Alicent has put him through and for how long.

This was her very own grandson, how could she treat him so poorly?

"Do they feed you little one?" I ask as quietly as I can muster, showing him I can be trusted.

He doesn't respond but he crawls forward just enough so that his terrified face is brightened by the moonlight and this time I'm ready, reeling in my shock when I see the striking resemblance to both Aegon and Aemond.

Most Targaryen men had sharp features and it didn't help that we all married within, keeping the bloodline pure just as our ancestors did.

Even in my dreams I thought the young boy could've been mine but here he was in front of me, the son of Tessa Waters and my very own husband.

"Did they take you from your mother?"

The small boy gives a curt nod, looking around the corner expecting someone to hear us.

"What about your father?"

Narrowing his eyebrows in confusion you'd think he's never heard the word before.

Looking both ways I reach out my hand once more to him. Coming forward just enough to touch fingers I watch his eyes spark to life, a small bond of trust forming between us.

I didn't know what to do, but I knew I couldn't idly stand by and wait for this heartache to cease.

"I'll come back. I promise you, little dragon." I whisper watching the hope swirl in the young boys eyes. "But you cannot speak a single word of this to anyone, understood?" Taking my hand with both of his he nods.

Bringing his face closer he brushes my fingers across his dirtied cheek and the walls I'd built devastatingly high within the past twelve hours come tumbling down.

If my son were locked away, starving and alone I'd burn down anyone or anything in my way to get to him.

I wanted to hate this woman, hate this child for tearing apart my marriage but how could I when all they've simply done is exist and be used by the royal family?

Perhaps I wouldn't run away like the Queen wanted, perhaps I would run straight into the fire showing her just how much I belonged in the flames.

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

She's gone.

My heart, my soul, my life had looked at me with horror in her eyes and ran like I was a monster.

Hell I was but I was never meant to be her monster.

Elaena was alone somewhere in the city, hungry, and broken all because of me and my stupidity.

I searched the city top to bottom, called out her name in the crowds of faceless commoners until my voice was horse but I couldn't find her anywhere.

It was clear Elaena didn't want to be found and I couldn't blame her, I'd betrayed her and our son, our family. How could she trust me now? Our love would never be the same and it was all my fault.

Her tearing violet eyes were burned into my mind for all of eternity, her trembling lips only a figment of my nightmares now turned reality right before me.

She was alone in the city of death and depravity, taking that over being anywhere near me, her sick bastard of a husband.

I'd attempted to have my mother see sense this morning at breakfast but it'd been no use. They were all doing their damndest to tear us apart and they'd succeeded.

Not bothering to knock I throw open the doors of Aegon's chambers where Ser Criston and my mother sit by my older brothers bedside whose eyebrow I'd so graciously busted open for his hand in all of this.

Holding a washcloth to his forehead the maester attending him stills at my entrance.

"Out." I command.

Gathering his things my mother stands to stop him.

"Your brother needed stitches because of your foolishness, what were you thinking-"

"All things considered I should have killed him! My wife is lost and alone with the rats of Kings Landing because of you both!" I roar, the maester ducking away from me as he goes for the door.

"You'll respect your mother, the Queen!" Ser Criston steps forward and I along with him ready to release all of this pent up aggression.

"Stop! The both of you!" My mother calls out but Aegon interjects from the bed, "You're a fool for bringing her with you, little brother. It's your own lies that's pushed her away." He smirks.

Taking long strides across the room to him I grip the hair upon his head causing him to flinch from the grip.

"You know even better than I that this bastard boy is not mine." I seethed, tightening my hold on his hair.

When I'd held the sword to Tessa's neck earlier Aegon flinched not once but twice when I threatened to end her there in the brothel and upon visiting the poor boy in the cells earlier he was a spitting image of Aegon when we were children, there was no denying it.

"He's yours. Say it." I growl, dropping his head harshly back onto the pillow.

The whore and her bastard boy meant nothing to me, I'd kill them both if it was that easy but this boy was my nephew. I was a ambitious man, eager to hold many titles but Kin Slayer wasn't one of them.

"She's your whore and you're too pathetic to claim her and your own son, your flesh and blood!" I continue egging him into a confession but he keeps his mouth shut despite the slight tremble in his bottom lip.

Did he truly love this woman?

"How could a man have so many children but be a father to none?" I growl deathly low, his resolve wavering.

I did things as I saw fit, married and then started a family with the woman I loved but Aegon never had a choice, he was betrothed to our sister as soon as they were of age.

All of this because of the expectations of the throne.

"That's enough! You've done plenty damage to your brothers today!" My grandsire closes the door quietly behind him, always cautious of listening ears.

Doing my best to ignore him, I suppress my anger, remembering the most important part to all of this, the source of my rage in the first place.

Elaena.

She's wasn't only in danger she was heartbroken and I needed to find her for both of our sakes.

Elaena thought this child was mine but it was impossible.

When Aegon and I were just boys he'd taken me to see Tessa on my thirteenth name day. At first I thought this might be normal, losing yourself in a woman, or "getting it wet" so my older brother said, but I knew I was incapable when it was Elaena's bright eyes haunting me not only while I lived and breathed but when I slept too.

There were times I struggled as I'd told her, visiting the brothel for... release but I'd never shared a bed with a woman again because of the very fear that it would haunt me one day, just as it does now.

The truth was Elaena had consumed my every thought from the very moment she parted her heavenly lips and sang for me.

Balling up my fists I bring my hands together and crack my knuckles.

"I want men under my command from the city watch. Any and all available on the streets looking for her. Now." It's not a question it's a demand to Ser Criston Cole who stares at me bewildered.

"This hardly calls for such forces-" Otto raises his voice but I cut him off,

"Elaena is my wife and daughter to the heir of Iron throne. If something happens to her because of these ridiculous schemes, Viserys and Rhaenyra will have the heads of everyone involved. Is that what you want?"

If there was any hope for help I needed to make it within their interests as well. As much as they wanted her out of the picture they couldn't let her die.

My mother looks between all of the men pulling her in every which direction but her gaze lands on Otto, her right hand.

"I don't have time for this," I mumble going for the door but she grabs my arm.

"Alright. You have them." She agrees but not without a scoff from my grandfather behind her.

Looking to Ser Criston I motion my head to the door, "We're losing light, we have to go now."

Following me out he keeps his mouth shut and I quite like the change of pace.

"Bring me your best men. Anyone not on direct duty to the crown will be sent word to patrol the city,"

"Yes, my prince. We'll have eyes across the city within the hour." He agrees halfheartedly, taking a turn down a hallway away from me.

I'm coming for you, Elaena. I'm going to fix this ruin I've brought upon us.

***

The rain couldn't have come at a worse time. It was impossible to trek through the city on foot until long after the sun had set but that didn't stop me from trying.

Approaching the group of knights their chattering ends just as I get within hearing range and I can assume that's for the better, my frustration only festering.

"My Prince. We've received word a Velaryon fleet arrived earlier at the port before the storm, that is Princess Elaena's house is it not?" Ser Erryk turns to me, offering a solid piece of information.

"Do we know who Captained this voyage?" I ask, motioning them to follow me.

"It's said to be Ser Addam Velaryon, my prince-" The corner of my lips twitch at the mention of his name.

Of course.

"Find him."

"We have. There's a small cluster of apartments the crews and traders occupy when the shipments come ashore."

Patting him on the shoulder I let him lead the way, grateful for even the slightest of hope, "Good man, Ser Erryk."

Knocking on every door the men are questioned of Ser Addam's whereabouts until we're led to a hole in the wall apartment, easily missed if you weren't paying careful attention.

Wrapping my fist against the door there's a moment of shuffling behind it and I imagine Elaena on the other side, hiding away from me and my chest tightens with nerves and guilt.

What if she never wanted to see me again?

Finally answering the door Ser Addams familiar face reminds me of yet another instance I was chasing Elaena though that heartbreak hadn't been quite the same.

"My prince," he greets me, seeming not at all shocked of my arrival, all but confirming my suspicions.

"She's here. Isn't she?" I ask hopefully, keeping my voice low.

Ser Addam of all people would understand just how high these stakes were, he was one of the only ones aware of Elaena's fragile state.

Biting at his lip, his eyes alike to mine darts to the men behind me, debating on what to tell me.

Counting the seconds by in my mind as he watched us, I force the door open, taking a look for myself.

Hoping to find Elaena cuddled up by the fireplace all that's revealed is an empty shack one barely large enough for a single person., leaving an unsettling feeling in my gut.

Taking another step in I look around for any sign of her. If she was staying anywhere tonight it would be here but it was still so early in the morning... where was she now?

Eyeing the wet ball of clothes in the corner, the dark red color was exact to what I'd last seen her in and I react without a second thought.

Swinging the door shut behind me I take a fistful of Addam's shirt.

"What the fuck have you done with her? She was here-"

"I fed and clothed her that's what I did! When we fell asleep she was right here, I didn't even hear her leave!" He snaps back but I cling onto the very words that tear me apart.

We fell asleep?

"And what's she wearing now? Your clothes? If you laid a single finger on her-"

"Never. I only sought to protect her. She was alone, she needed someone she could trust." He swears holding up his hands in defense.

"It's her husband she needs." I growl tossing him back.

Straightening his shoulders he adjusts his tunic, his dark eyebrows narrowing in at me.

"Is it? You seem to have done a fair bit of damage to our war hero. I hardly recognized her when I found her."

What he says this time sends me back a step, faltering as each of his words hit me one by one.

Elaena was strong, so very strong but I'd broken her and Ser Addam was right. I didn't want to imagine the sight he'd found after she'd run off earlier.

I had to make this right, I had to tell her everything.

"Than I'll stay. I'll wait for her to come back, we can talk-"

"No. With all due respect, my prince, these wounds you both bare are fresh. I doubt she'll talk to you now." He breathes, going to throw another log on the fire, bringing it back to life.

Gods know what Elaena told him or if they'd even spoken at all. I was running out of options and at this point I would take any help he offered.

Leaning against the wall I hang my head, surrendering. "Than what is it you suggest I do?"

Thinking it over he crouches down, holding his hands to the fire.

"I can keep her safe, give her a few days to come around and you can come back... that is if you both don't crack by then." Glancing over his shoulder at me I can see the smirk illuminated by the fire and I fight the urge to push his face in the embers.

Interrupting my train of thought Ser Erryk knocks on the door before letting himself in.

"My apologies, my prince but someone's been seen scaling the eastern wall of the castle. They've entered through a third story chamber window."

"It's her. Those were Elaena's chambers." I breathe, going for the door but I stop myself, looking back at Addam who watched.

If Elaena had gone home to see me she would've walked through the front gates, not scaled the side of the castle, no, she was looking for something or someone and she wanted to remain undetected.

"Leave her." It pains me to say it I wanted to end this and fix things now but perhaps I didn't deserve that.

I'd known I never deserved her to begin with but as I promised, I would keep working to.

Ser Erryk nods, not questioning me before turning to give his orders to the other men.

"I'll have clothes and provisions sent. I would appreciate you keeping the source of these things a secret-"

"Hmph, more secrets?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes at me.

"If you knew my beautiful wife as I do, Ser Addam you'd know she wouldn't accept any kind of help right now knowing it came from me. I just want you to keep yourselves fed and clothed."

Taking a step closer to him I reach out a hand for him to take but he hesitates.

"I'm leaving the most precious part of my soul in your hands, Ser Addam." I confess, my voice low and sincere.

His gaze softens, understanding washing over his face as he takes my hand in his with a tight grip to give it a shake.

"Take good care of her." I warn.

But not too good, I about growl.

"You have no reason to mistrust me, my prince. You and Elaena both saved our lives that day in the Stepstones. I'll protect her, I swear it."

Watching him for a moment longer I almost trust him and right now, I had no choice.

Nodding my head in thanks, I go for for the door.

If I left now it was possible I'd still get a glimpse of her and right now that was all I had, glimpses.

Leaving a few city watchman to patrol the area I stalk off into the night practically running through the Red Keep for any chance to see her, hear her voice even if she hadn't already been caught by another one of the guards.

Using the same side staircase I'd used earlier I go to unlock the door when her soft voice drifts between its cracks finding me just on the other side.

Sinking to my knees I press my ear against its aging wood, desperate to hear more. I was a broken man, reaching for any reminder of her light.

"Did they take you from your mother?" She asks the small boy tenderly, not at all spiteful like she could be.

If the boy responds I don't hear him. I'd barely thought about the boy's well being. When I saw him earlier it was only to lay eyes on him, verifying what I knew to be true, that he was the spitting image of my brother himself.

"What about your father?"

My smart girl.

I don't blame her for doing some digging of her own, but I'd tell her everything she wanted to know and more if she turned around and opened the door.

Waiting for her to say more I'm surprised she can't hear my own heart beating through the door, calling out to her, begging for another chance to love her broken pieces back together again.

The bastard hadn't said a word to me earlier, properly terrified to keep quiet by my mother? My grandfather? Or even Aegon? Who knew who pulled these strings, but I would cut them soon.

"I'll come back. I promise you, little dragon."

My chest is a hollowed out shell, imagining this would be exactly how she spoke to our children... if there was any hope for more after the damage I've done.

Fuck.

Placing my hand over my chest I grasp at my heart, the emotional pain seeping into reality robbing me of my ability to breathe.

It took all my strength not to go to her and take her in my arms but if she needed time, that was what I'd give her no matter how painful it was. It hadn't compared to what she endured, doubting everything and living in hiding from her very own husband.

And what a pathetic husband I've been.

Reaching out to the door I rest my forehead against the wood, closing my tired eye craving her touch, her voice, her anything.

For a few moments she says nothing until I hear her footsteps fade away down the tunnel and I know she's gone taking the most precious part of my soul with her.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Three days pass and they blend together like the tides, my short time away from Aemond feeling almost like a voyage that was never ending. No light or land at the end of the treacherous journey only storms and rocky waves.

Every night I've been plagued with nightmares, once or twice needing Addam to shake me awake and when I do, I'm reminded when I see his face and not Aemond's that this is no part of my nightmare... it was real.

When I haven't been able to fall back to sleep I visit the little dragon in the cells beneath the Red Keep, singing him songs of our histories and bringing him warm food to eat when Addam hasn't taken notice I've left.

Thankfully the past couple of nights our dinners have improved considerably and Addam had gone into town to get me extra clothes that didn't swallow me whole.

At first he'd tiptoed around me but as time went on he reminded me more and more of Jace, giving me a false sense of home and stability.

Tearing apart a piece of bread I feel his violet piercing eyes gazing at me from afar.

Turning to face him I scoop another spoonful of soup into my mouth.

"Well? Say it."

Rolling his eyes he plays coy with me, "Say what?"

"That I've made him wait long enough... that I should go back."

Since I'd left, the city watch never let up their search for me and I expected as much but I'd be lying if I didn't say once or twice I'd hoped to get caught so they'd take me to him... my husband.

"Well now I don't have to say it." He shrugs, a sly smile playing at his lips as he continues at his bowl of steamed soup.

"You don't know what he's done..."

"Maybe not but that's only because you've yet to tell me..." he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

Running my hands through my rats nest head of hair I think it over, glancing up at him wondering if he was trustworthy enough with this kind of information.

I'd trusted him with my life the past few days, and the secret of my pregnancy... perhaps I could tell him one more.

"There's a boy. They're saying it's his bastard son..." I just spit it out, the words like a rotten taste in my mouth when I say them aloud.

Watching for Addam's reaction he looks confused, shaking his head not believing it.

"But what do you think?"

Looking at him bewildered I struggle for words, unsure what to say to such a simple question.

"I... I don't know what to think. But he lied about it, I had to hear about it from the cursed mouth of his brother." I cringe, never loathing Aegon as much as I did right now for allowing me to find out the way I had for his own entertainment.

"And what did he say?"

Biting at my chapped lips I stare into the flames, his last words hanging in the air around me like a soft whisper in my ear.

'It's impossible, Elaena'

"I didn't give him much of a chance to say anything. I just... ran." As I speak, the wounds still so fresh throbbed in newfound pain.

"Do you think it's true, Princess? Or... is it worth your marriage and family to find out the truth?" Leaning back in his chair Addam stirs the ale in his cup before taking a sip.

"He lied. How am I supposed to believe anything he says now?" I reply, my voice hoarse when I feel the hope bubbling up in the dark depths of my heart.

Even in all this despair and betrayal I missed him so desperately I couldn't even sleep, my nightmares plagued with twisted versions of our memories.

"As a man whose known love, I know the Prince would only want to protect you... even if he makes a mistake or two along the way." Kicking his feet up in front of the fire he smiles sympathetically. A sadness shimmers in his violet eyes and I realize he just as I, understands the white hot sting of heartbreak.

"Besides, I recall a time most recently you secretly left him to fight in a battle that could've taken both of your lives... and the Prince, despite you're foolishness still went after you."

Arching an eyebrow he chuckles and for the first time in days I have the urge to laugh along with him the both of our laughter filling the tiny space we'd shared.

"So, are you saying its I who should go after him this time?" I mumble, peering out into the night sky through the cracks in the window.

"Maybe... even if it's to show him his mistakes."

Alicent and Aegon must enjoy my absence even if it tore apart their own brother, their own son.

If the boy truly wasn't Aemond's than the both of us had played right into their hands and I couldn't let them win, I wouldn't.

My mother had warned me before I left not to trust anyone in Kings Landing and I'd taken the word of Aegon over my own husband even if he made the stupid, idiotic mistake of keeping it from me he'd attempted to breach the subject earlier that day but I wouldn't let him, I'd wanted to live in my married life bliss.

After I'm sure Addam is snoring peacefully in his side of the apartment I'm careful with filling a basket of warm leftover bread and making my way back to the castle under the cover of night fall.

When I find an empty cell I think my eyes are playing tricks on me but the cell door is open, and there's no sign of the child inside.

It was only a matter of time.

Perhaps they decided he was of no use to them anymore. Would they have thrown him to the streets? Or maybe they were going to kill him...

I'd promised to protect him and I'd failed but maybe there was still time. The little boy had been here just hours ago when I visited last.

Throwing off my hood it doesn't matter who finds me now, I was out for blood.

The Queen and her schemes had costed me my husband and now what could be his son and I wouldn't allow another thing taken from me.

Pushing open the doors I take the stairs, letting my voice carry through the empty halls.

"AEMOND! ALICENT! What the hell have you done with him!"

The freedom of my loud voice shakes the castle and I know it's a matter of moments before I'm face to face with my lying son of a bitch... handsome, loving, protecting husband.

Despite the swirling conflicting emotions that threatened to rumble up my throat I push it all down when the first door thrown open is his.

I falter in my confident stride, my strong protector a ghost of a man and it's heartbreaking. His long blonde hair is thrown up in a loose knot atop his head and he's bare chested, as beautifully sculpted as if remembered.

When I come closer it's clear he hasn't gotten any sleep, his cheeks are sunken in and dark circles deepen under his eye. He was suffering even more than I, that much was clear.

Good.

"Elaena?" He breathes, his voice cracking when his tired gaze finds me at the end of the hall, "Elaena," his knees buckling when he realizes this is no dream.

"Where is he? Did you kill that little boy?!" Keeping my intent clear I fight the tears that burn in the back of my throat.

"What? No, Elaena-"

"Than where is he?!" Coming to stand just a few feet away from him he goes to reach out a hand to me but knows better, letting it fall to his side instead and I try not to notice.

"He's sleeping peacefully in his own room a few doors down. You'll wake him and the whole castle if you're not quiet-" He looks around for any other people that I might've woken, widing his door to urge me inside.

"Let them hear me! I've got a bone to pick with every single one of you!" I keep on my assault, all of my built up rage bubbling to the surface now that I'm here face to face with him and if I didn't cling to that I'd fall right back into his arms as if nothing's ever happened.

Going to walk around him Aemond takes hold of my arm.

"That makes two of us. So, start with me, Princess." The intense emotion his eye holds stops me from yanking away from him and I'm frozen in place.

Staring up at him I'm struck with his comforting scent and my mind goes blank of all rehearsed agressions I'd planned to dish out against him entranced by the vulnerable sight of his bare face.

"I wish to see him for myself. I don't trust you."

His gaze darts away from mine, flinching as if my words granted him physical pain.

"Right, of course." Gazing down at me he blinks slowly and his attention shifts to his own hand wrapped around my arm.

Noticing his lingering touch I pull away, turning from him to start down the hallway.

Without a word Aemond leads the way to a small room a short distance away from his own.

Carefully he turns the door knob, opening the door only slightly so I can see with my own eyes.

The room was dark besides the bright white light of the full moon just outside his window. Rolling over in his sleep it's clear he's been bathed and fed, sleeping like a newborn baby in a comfortable bed with the finest of sheets the Red Keep had to offer.

"He's safe, I've seen to it. He's under my protection now." Aemond's husky whisper fans across the back of my neck and I shiver at his closeness.

Pulling away from the crack in the door I let him close it, "And what's taken you so long to accept your own son?" I quip, keeping my back to him so I can't be weighed down by the look of despair his face held.

"Elaena," He sighs, scratching at the growing stubble that was working its way up his defined jaw.

"Why can't you admit it? Even now? You lied to me and this poor little boy is suffering because of it! Because of you!"

"Elaena," He growls, this time a warning, but I wanted him mad. Our marriage has fallen apart all because of him and his deception, he should be angry.

"What!" I spit, turning around to burn him alive with my eyes of fire but he's right behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist to lift me from where I stand and carry me back to his chambers.

Hitting whatever skin of his I can reach I struggle to get down but he's too strong, manhandling me like I weigh nothing.

Ducking to make sure I don't hit the doorway he tosses me back onto the bed and slams his door shut behind him with so much force the walls threaten to collapse.

Narrowing my eyes at him in confusion he kneels in front of me, taking my hands in his as his features soften watching me.

"I know all things considered it'll be near impossible to trust me but please just listen..." He waits for my interruption but this time I give none.

Aemond looks to our interlocked hands and I follow his gaze, my sight shifting back from black and white to saturated beautiful color as his warmth spreads through me, and I through him.

"That little boy is not mine. He's the product of an affair between Aegon and that woman you saw us with-"

Stopping to run a hand through my hair his usual vibrant eye is dull, a frustrated expression on his face.

"Dammit, I'm so sorry, Elaena... there's so much you don't know." Instinctively he reaches to cup my face in his palm but I jerk away from him.

"Only because you haven't told me. I've been alone in this darkness of unknowing!" I cry, and he's already shaking his head.

"You haven't been alone. I've been with you all this time, my love, just listen-"

"NO! You haven't! You haven't been there as I wondered if all of this was a lie, if every move you've made was a strategy to get yourself closer to the throne! You haven't been carrying our child wondering if this was all some terrible mistake-"

"Don't, please don't say such things." He struggles but the unshed tears in his eyes stop me cold.

"This is real, this has always been real. Those oaths I made to you were made with my whole being, Elaena. I made a mistake of the worst kind trying to protect you from all of it but I was wrong, I was so wrong... but he's not my son." Turning my chin gently to look back at him his gaze darts between my mouth and my eyes his struggle evident on his pained face.

I want to believe him, I truly do with every fiber of my being but my heartache tells me otherwise. It tells me that I shouldn't trust him so blindly when he's wronged me so deeply.

Desperately I wanted to crawl into his arms and sleep these pains away and Aemond would welcome me with open arms, letting everything fall back into place but it was impossible at least for now.

"Did you hear me, Elaena? He's not mine, I swear this to you."

Stopping every thought in its wake Aemond reaches for my face once more, but this time timidly as if to ask for my permission.

Not denying him this once he works the pad of his thumb against a dirty patch on my face, rubbing away the dirt tenderly.

"You should've been home... I drove you away," He whispers.

Home used to be with you.

"Home is Dragonstone." I mutter, hardly the energy to fight any longer, at least for tonight.

Dropping his hand his sorrowful violet eye holds me, unneager to ask his next question.

"Is that where you'd like to go? Is that what you want?"

Waiting a few moments, I think it over but I'm not sure of what I want. "Would you allow such a thing?"

Cocking his head to the side he's ashamed I'd have to ask him such a question but also heartbroken at the thought of me leaving him.

"Of course. You're my wife, not my prisoner, Elaena."

Blinking tiredly at him I say no more and he understands, the hour late and both of us were exhausted in every sense of the word.

Sliding one of his hands up the back of my legs he sweeps me into his arms, tucking my head beneath his chin.

"Where are we going?" I mumble tiredly against his neck as he nudged his door shut behind us.

"Your old chambers. A day or two ago I had the handmaidens make the bed with fresh sheets just in case you came back. I figured you'd want to keep away from me." He replies softly and the small act warms my heart and at the same time breaks it.

Perhaps I didn't have to run away for a bit of space. Even though I'd come back Aemond respected my wishes of distance no matter how painful.

He hadn't forced anything, not even as we stared lustfully at one another's lips in the hall. Aemond knew what lines not to cross and even better, he attempted to make me feel my most comfortable on the other side.

I must fall asleep for a few short moments until I hear him open the door softly, bringing me inside.

Laying me gently on the bed he brings the covers up and over my body and I'm surrounded by the very smell that brought me such comfort the first night I spent away from home.

"Thank you," I manage tiredly.

"Of course," he nods, taking a seat at the end of the bed as far as he possibly could from me.

Letting my eyelids drift shut I lean into the comfort he offers, his delicate touch tracing the lines of my face despite his distance.

When he thinks I've fallen asleep he whispers to himself, moving my stray hairs away from my face.

"This is my fault and I'm so sorry, my song... I'll make this all right, I promise you."

Pressing a kiss to the top of my head I listen to his footsteps as he walks to the door, hesitating when he opens it to look back at me.

Stay.

I want to tell him, and beg him to sleep besides me just in case the nightmares come because they always did.

Aemond must feel it too, hovering by the door just a moment longer before walking away and shutting the door behind him.

As soon as I hear the door close I open my heavy eyes, staring at the very spot he just stood, willing him to come back but he never does and I fall asleep just like that, wishing.

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Chapter Text

𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
When I wake from my deep peaceful sleep I almost forget where I am, sitting straight up in my old bed that I'm realizing isn't nearly as comfortable as Aemond's.

Aemond.

Piece by piece the events of last night come back to me and just like that the life is knocked out of me and I sink back into the pillows.

The child didn't belong to Aemond, he belonged to Aegon.

I wanted to believe my husband but despite his broken-hearted voice, I wasn't completely convinced... not yet.

Forcing myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed I needed a bath urgently.

Taking my time in the soapy waters I wipe away the dirt and grime that had built up in every nook and crevice of my body.

I knew once I stepped out that door my false peace would shatter, the world and all of its troubles waiting for me just outside.

Peering through my dresser drawers I'm relieved to find all of my wears and belongings tucked away nicely awaiting my return.

Picking a dress I sift through another drawer of my accessories, my black sapphire necklace sitting in its own case surrounded by my other meaningless pieces, and seeing it again brings back a rush of memories.

Tracing my fingers over the many shapes and stones I turn my attention to the mirror, where I stood as Aemond placed it around my neck for the very first time. That night had been filled with many firsts that'd changed our lives forever.

The idea of children was just that, an idea. Our love was brand new, free of any stains of mistakes and heartache.

Picking a few small pieces to wear I leave the necklace in its case, and close the drawer deciding on one of my usual black and red dresses, always proud to represent that of the Targaryen dynasty.

Ignoring the winding pit of anxiety in my stomach I work my way through the castle, grounding myself with a woman's confidence I learned from my mother missing her more with each passing day.

Standing just outside the little ones' room is Ser Erryk, a sight for sore eyes when I'd come to expect Ser Criston.

"Princess Elaena, we're glad to see you've returned home." He greets me with a small smile and a curt nod stepping away from the door.

"Thank you, Ser Erryk. It's comforting to know not all friendly faces accompanied my mother back to Dragonstone." I reply easily, the pit of nerves in my stomach sinking away.

Knocking lightly on the little dragon's door an unexpected voice answers from the other side.

"Come in!" Aemond's deep voice beckons me in and I'm speechless at what I find.

Strewn across the bed was an assortment of different breakfast foods and in the center of it all was our little dragon himself, eyes wide with glee as he shoved his mouth full of different sweets and pastries.

Sitting a safe distance away from the mess Aemond stands from his chair to meet me. Coming closer I notice I wasn't the only one who'd gotten some much-needed rest.

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes me in all fresh and new, and though I know he wants to take me in his arms and press his lips to mine we stay a few feet apart, both of us weary of what nearness may bring.

"Good Morning," He greets me, motioning me closer. "I tried my hardest to have him wait but you needed your rest, I figured he couldn't eat it all. If you're quick you might still have time for a blueberry muffin." Crossing his arms over his chest the easy conversation is a breath of fresh air.

When I don't make a move for the food, Aemond takes it upon himself to grab me a plate of my favorites, pilling bacon and strawberries, pastries alike and though my stomach turns with hunger a stubborn part of me wishes to reject his help, "Aemond, I'm fine-"

"You need to eat." He insists, pulling out a chair and setting the plate on the table.

Closing the gap between us he rests a palm on my stomach but only briefly. "You both, need to eat." He whispers tenderly, glancing up to meet my eyes.

Hesitating for a moment I think of the child rapidly growing inside of me, and take my seat at the table close to the bed.

"Have the both of you been spending a lot of time together?" I ask sheepishly, trying not to stare at how handsome Aemond looked with his growing facial hair, our attraction as strong as ever dwindling just below the surface.

"A bit. He wouldn't speak to me at first. I even had to bribe him with sweets to get him to tell me his name," He chuckles, earning a side eye from the giggling child on the bed.

Whipping my head up from the plate of food I feign heartbreak, placing my hand over my chest.

"What?! Even I was never that special," I smile full-heartedly at the innocent boy. From the corner of my eye, I can feel Aemond's stare before he goes to kneel beside the bed.

"Can I tell our friend what you told me? Hm?" He asks, both of them side-eyeing me and I suppress a giggle, not at all expecting Aemond would be such a natural with children right away.

Nodding, our nameless dragon turns to me, a blush coming to his small round cheeks.

"This little dragon's name is, Jaehaeryn."

I'm stunned into silence, realizing now why he never told me his name to begin with. He must've been warned never to say, it would be a dead giveaway to his true parentage if anyone put the pieces together.

Not only was he Aegon's bastard son but he and his mistress named him as if he was a triplet to the twins. I was right in thinking he was around the same age, I'd even wager they were born within the same year.

"Does Helaena know?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper as he joins me at the table.

Shaking his head regretfully, Aemond takes another glance over his shoulder at Jaehaeryn who was stacking bits of his leftover breakfast on his plate joyfully ignorant to exactly what was happening around him.

"She knows of Aegon's exploits with other women but I'm not sure how she'd react to there being another child named like her own."

"She deserves better. He's never loved or appreciated her in the way a respectable husband should." I grumble under my breath shoveling a spoonful of fresh berries into my mouth.

From across the table, I can feel Aemond's stare examining every one of my features as if he might've forgotten something while I've been away.

Avoiding his gaze I nervously keep eating, taking a big gulp of juice before finally looking up at him.

Chuckling at me he attempts to mask the desire in his eye but it was no use, I was more than familiar with the heat surrounding us.

Clearing my throat I can already feel the blush warming my cheeks but I try to ignore it.

"I've sent word to Ser Addam you've arrived home safely."

Snapping my neck up to look at him in shock I drop my fork, making a loud crashing noise as it hits the plate.

The corner of his lip twitches up as he fights a smirk.

"You've known where I was?" I manage with a full mouth of food.

Leaning back in his chair he nods.

"You don't honestly think I would've allowed you to go three days by yourself in this god-forsaken city-"

"Allow me?"

"You know very well what I mean, Elaena." He grumbles.

"Do I? I suppose the food and the clothes were from you too?"

"Yes. Of course they were, I'm your husband and the father of your child I had to make sure you're fed and clothed. Your leaving was bad enough, the thought of you hungry, and suffering in another man's care was near intolerable. I wanted to take you home as soon as I found out."

"And why didn't you?" I shoot back, his controlling ways not so much a turn-on at this moment.

Keeping his voice low he tries to avoid drawing attention from Jaehaeryn, "It's not what you would've wanted and I told you, Elaena, you're no prisoner."

It was no miracle that I'd made it undetected all this time. Aemond had known exactly where I was, protecting and loving me from afar in the only way he knew how.

I'd half expected he would barge in, and demand I come back to the Red Keep but he'd made it clear several times now... though to others he put on a fearsome, iron fist front, with me, he was genuinely trying to change his approach.

But would it last?

Standing up off the bed Jaehaeryn looks out the sunlit window, peering down at the many people below. Pointing outside he turns back to us, "Play?"

At the sound of his small voice, Aemond lets out the breath he's been holding, his shoulders relaxing as he turns to face him.

"What a wonderful idea, Jaehaeryn. What do you say we go for a walk through the gardens, hm?" Pushing his chair out from the table, he grabs my empty plate, lingering waiting for my response.

Struggling to think of an excuse I start to say the first thing that comes to mind, "I think I have to check on Helaena. Tell her I'm home-" Standing to leave Aemond's face falls, his frown deepening as he struggles to think of a reason to stop me.

Almost knocking me over Jaehaeryn catapults himself at my legs, locking his tiny arms around me so I can't possibly move.

"No, no! We go play!" Wrapping around me like a vine I twist my legs beneath my dress skirts, bringing us both to the ground like a ton of stone a giggling mess.

Taking him in my arms I cradle his adorable happy face to my chest and I know now I couldn't possibly deny him. I was in trouble when I had children of my own.

Rushing over to our aid we barely notice Aemond still in our own little world.

Wiggling from my grip Jaehaeryn pushes off the ground with his short arms helping himself up. "Outside! Outside! We go now?"

"Yes, little dragon. Just a moment." Aemond offers a hand to me, tugging me up so we're chest to chest, our short breaths mingling as we're so close.

Both of us are struck silent, my attention alike his unable to choose between his parted lips or his captivating eye.

"Come with us... please?" He whispers, pleading and he doesn't need to say it, I can see it written all over his face and I feel it too even if I wouldn't admit it out loud.

I miss you too.

Biting at my lip he zeroes in on my mouth when I finally breathe, "Okay."

"Okay?" He reiterates for himself, his handsome smile finally showing itself, "Okay."

"Aren't you worried they'll see us all together and assume the rumors are true?"

Brushing his knuckles against my cheek I fight the urge to lean into his palm, "They can think what they want, my love. It's your opinion that truly matters to me, and now you know the truth."

"Never lie to me again. We go together, remember?"

I wasn't quite ready to forgive him but I'd hoped with time we'd repair what was broken our trust included.

"Hēnkirī." He assures me, hope twinkling through in his small smile and it's infectious.
*together

"Outside?" Jaehaeryn pushes himself in between us and it's probably for the best. Taking my hand and Aemond's in the other, the three of us make our way down to the gardens, my most favorite place in Kings Landing.

As soon as Jaehaeryn sees the open sunlight he darts for it, and my heart goes out to him. He hasn't felt the open breeze on his skin in weeks at the very least.

We only make a few steps into the courtyard before we're approached by the Hand of The King himself, and the undisputed rage on his face puts a smile on mine.

"You disobeyed the very one thing I told you, what are you doing with that boy outside the castle?"

"That boy hasn't seen the light of day in weeks. A walk through the courtyard is the least I can do for my poor nephew." Aemond locks his hands behind his back, walking straight by his grandfather.

Gripping Aemond's arm he yanks him back into his side, and I stop along with them ready to step in if needed but keeping an eye on the wandering Jaehaeryn from afar.

"You'll not play these games with me young man. You've brought quite enough shame upon this family-" eyeing me from the corner of his eye making it quite clear what he meant by that.

Ripping out of Otto's grasp his next words are spoken nearly an inch from his grandfather's face.

"You won't manipulate me or my marriage again. It's happened once but I won't allow it a second time." He warns, standing up for me, for us as he should've done from the very beginning.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, my Prince." Otto shakes his head with a knowing smile though he pretends he knows nothing at all.

Only irritating Aemond further his top lip twitches slightly but he keeps himself composed and I'm dare I say, proud.

"If my brother's too much a coward to claim his own child then in the morning I'll take him back to his mother where he belongs." He promises, walking away from his grandfather this time knocking shoulders with him.

Locking his arm with mine he leads me away leaving Otto speechless, staring after us his mouth slightly agape.

Giving Aemond's strong arm a slight squeeze it's my small gesture to thank him. Without looking at me he grabs my hand giving it a small squeeze in return.

"I'll make this right and we can return to Dragonstone. We should've never come back to begin with." Aemond trails off, mumbling under his breath.

Agreeing with him silently I keep my eyes ahead, reluctant to say much of anything.

Following Jaehaeryn deeper into the maze of flowers I notice the array of colors around us is identical to the day Aemond first brought me here

Stiffening next to me I know he feels it too. The longing for peace that our love once held only a memory.

Approaching the fountain Jaehaeryn climbs up the edge and Aemond darts to stop him from falling in but the sweet boy only sits firmly on the concrete hanging his feet over the edge above the water.

Racking his hands through his hair, Aemond turns back to see if I'm watching, blowing out a sigh of relief.

"I can't recall the twins ever being so adventurous," he chuckles taking a seat beside Jaehaeryn.

Joining them I sit on the opposite side of our wanderer, careful not to let him fall.

"The twins have lived their entire lives within the Red Keep. Not to mention their personal handmaidens. Helaena was never expected to raise them on her own."

"I suppose you're right. They've been raised just as we were, hardly seeing their father, more little heirs than they are children..."

Staring into the glistening water Aemond loses himself, deep in thought and I know he's thinking of Viserys who lay dying not just our King but a father, a grandfather.

Any day now life as we knew it would change and my mother would be crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms but what would that mean for us?

Reaching out for the water Jaehaeryn almost falls in, swiping at the surface before I scoop him up in my arms mere seconds away from disaster.

"Careful, little dragon you'll fall in, we can't have that." Brushing my nose with his, Jaehaeryn's laugh is contagious.

"Swim? We go swimming!" He giggles, smiling from ear to ear.

Reaching into the fountain Aemond playfully splashes us with a small bit of water bringing a high-pitched squeal from the little boy's chest.

"Aemond Targaryen! Splash him back, Jaehaeryn!"

My little protector turns to my husband but Aemond holds his hands up in surrender, his usually serious demeanor fading away before my very eyes.

Giving him a taste of his own medicine I scoop a decent handful of water at both of them and I find myself regretting it almost immediately.

"Have a death wish do we, my song?" Arching a challenging eyebrow at me Aemond makes light work of the space between us pulling me towards him until we're both falling back into the fountain, the sprays of water falling around us like rain.

Laughing like a bunch of ill-mannered delinquents we don't pay any mind to the lords who were walking the paths of the gardens.

"Looks like you'll get to go swimming after all, little one!" Aemond tickles his sides picking him up and setting the ecstatic child in the shallow water with us and his scream-like giggles fill the courtyard.

Lifting up my chin I close my eyes, letting the water soak my hair and trickle down my chest.

When I open them Aemond's already staring at me, his carefree expression shifting to something more sincere.

Reaching out to cup my face with his palm his fingers tremble just as our skin connects, almost in disbelief, I was right in front of him after being gone for only a handful of days.

Opening his mouth to say something Jaehaeryn splashes the water between us sending it up in both of our faces.

Scooping him into my arms I tickle his sides, his laughter filling the air around us once more as Aemond watched with a heartfelt smile bringing a full-body heated blush over me.

It's felt like a lifetime since I've had his lips against mine, his hands exploring my body as he worshipped it with every flick of his tongue.

Nibbling at my lip I turn away from him, easing Jaehaeryn and me up and out of the fountain.

"Let's get you changed, shall we? Uncle Aemond's made quite the mess of us hasn't he?"

Throwing his head back he chuckles deeply pushing himself up from behind us.

Ringing out what we can from our clothes we head back upstairs to change but not without the many stares and questions from the lords and ladies we pass along the way.

After struggling with changing Jaehaeryn I begin to realize the possible need for so many handmaidens. How could one run a kingdom and raise a family all at once? I would surely try my damnedest when the time came and I could only hope that Aemond would be right by my side all of the way.

Putting the little wild dragon down for a nap Aemond insists on walking me back to my own chambers passing by his, our hands and fingers brushing but never interlocking, a fire sparking but not igniting.

Slowly approaching my door our steps come to a halt before it, and the dejavu is almost soul-rocking as we stare at one another, so many things unsaid but on the tip of our tongues.

"Viserys' requested we all join him for dinner. My mother expects it to be one of his last. I'd understand of course if you'd rather not attend-" staring down at his hands nervously I interrupt him by taking them in mine.

Tipping up his chin to look at me my small gesture is a shock to him, his eyebrows knitting in out of confusion.

"Of course I will, but there's no telling if I'll behave," I reply, bringing the corner of his very kissable lips up in a sexy grin.

"I quite enjoy it when you're on your worst behavior, my love."

Resting his forehead against mine our noses brush, our lips only a breath apart and the ache between my thighs pulses in time with my heartbeat.

Snaking his arms around my waist I think he might kiss me but he instead brings his lips to my ear.

"I've missed you, Elaena, with every part of me. My ears have missed your laughter, my sight your gorgeous smile, my hands your skin... but most of all my hearts missed yours."

Struck speechless by the sincerity of his words tears welled up in my eyes just as he pulls away to look for my reaction.

I've missed you too, so much.

Noticing the unshed tears in my eyes he takes my face in his hands, brushing his thumbs across my cheeks to wipe them away.

"Seven hells, I swore to myself I'd stop making you cry," he frowns and I can't help but giggle at him.

"They're healing tears, my prince." Offering a small smile to reassure him he presses a soft kiss to my temple.

"I suppose those are allowed." He chuckles bringing me in for a tight hug.

Pulling away regretfully, my eyes reflect his own, a promise of seeing one another again soon.

Taking a step backward he doesn't drop my hand right away, it isn't until he's a few feet away from me before we both let go, watching one another from afar as he walks away from me, disappearing down the stairwell.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
This afternoon felt like a dream sent from the future of our fantasies. If raising our children together would be anything like today I'd forever be falling hopelessly in love with Elaena.

Every moment away from her was agony. Every sleepless night brought nightmares from the deepest depths of the seven hells and though I knew I deserved every moment, I would fall apart to nothing if she hadn't returned soon or worse, left me for good.

When I heard her voice beckoning through the night I was sure it was another one of my nightmares, coming to haunt me for all the irreparable damage I'd done, but when I'd seen her fiery violet eyes charging toward me it didn't matter why she'd come, all that mattered was that she was back.

All afternoon it felt as if we were back to square one, rebuilding the trust and comfort between us one step at a time.

Though my physical urges surged even more so than before, I wouldn't allow myself anything more than the small bouts of affection we'd shared throughout the day.

A brush of the hand, a caress of her soft skin... it was all I had at this point.

Watching Elaena with Jaehaeryn healed every broken piece of my heart, their laughter, and infectious happiness were a beacon of hope for what was to come.

As soon as I settled these matters we'd return to Dragonstone where our peace and our family would be properly protected, I would not fail her again.

Checking in on Jaehaeryn I ensure he's comfortable with the handmaidens chosen to watch over him before taking my leave to escort Elaena to dinner.

With an eagerness in my step, I climb the steps toward her chambers.

Striking me dead in my tracks her soft singing voice spills from her cracked open door. Lingering by it, I open the door a bit further to hear her more clearly leaning against the door frame.

With her braids sitting so that they looked almost like a crown, I knew it was only a matter of time before she would wear the real thing.

Running a brush through her shimmering white-blonde locks I can't see her face but her beautiful melody is enough.

"The bleeding star had flown so far
The air had turned to ash
The walls of stone would stand no more
but the song will never end,

Through war and battle, bloodshed may come
Bones and ruin will pile to the sun,
But the war isn't over, it's only just begun"

The lost dragon's song...

I would listen to Elaena sing for hours on end but just as she turned in the mirror she notices me by the door, making her jump in her skin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Biting at my lip I quit with the excuse and settle on honesty taking a deep breath, "Your voice is captivating... it's just felt like so long."

Taking the opportunity to stare, the black sequined dress hugged her curves tightly, showing me just where to place my hands on her hips. The top exposed her shoulders and neck that was now completely bare of any love bites or marks, my wild thoughts already buzzing with tracing my lips up her milky skin.

"You look..." closing the space between us I trace the curve of her shoulder up her neck noticing once more that she isn't wearing her necklace and it's like a punch to the gut halting my train of thought.

Clearing my throat I drop my hands to my side, meeting her gentle eyes that see straight through me as if she can read my every thought.

Interlocking her pointer finger with mine she slowly brings the rest of my hand into hers, our fingers tightening around one another.

Looking down at our enclosed hands she offers me a small smile, "You look handsome as well, my prince."

A light blush graces her cheeks and my knees are weak.

With her return, it suddenly mattered again what I wore, how I looked. In such heartbreak, you tend not to realize you're slipping until you find you're at the bottom of a hill.

This evening I'd sported something with a bit more detail, dragon scales replicated in the chest with red stones like burning eyes following the hem down the front of my chest.

It was similar to what I wore on our wedding night and if she were anything like me, she would remember every detail of that evening.

"Do you suppose all of your siblings will be attending this formal dinner?" She asks nervously, pouting her lips a bit like she does when she's nervous.

Nodding I take her other hand in mine.

"Unfortunately so. Do you suppose you'll still be on your worst behavior?" I smirk, trying to ignore the way my dick jumps at the thought of my sweet girl being bad.

"It's only natural around in-laws such as these,"

"Are we having some regrets about not marrying the Stark lord, my love?" I joke but there's an underlining seriousness in my question, one I've speculated about since the very day she left.

Without a second thought her twinkling violet eyes meet mine and she replies thoughtfully, "Never."

With our arms locked we depart for dinner, luckily arriving before my father but not so ideally at the same time as both of my brothers.

Already with a slight stumble in Aegon's step, Daeron notices us first, a mischievous grin plastered on his face as he ogles my wife openly.

"What a pleasure it is to have you back, Princess. You look fair more appetizing than what they'll be serving this evening-"

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, little brother. I wouldn't want to have to cut out your tongue before such a feast." I warn stepping in between the two of them.

"Boys! Come! You mustn't linger by the door your father will be here shortly." My mother beckons us all over as Aegon brushes by us, already a victim to his cups.

Approaching the table I pull out a chair for Elaena next to that of my sister who was aimlessly staring into the reflection of her silverware.

Taking my seat beside her Elaena reaches for me beneath the table grasping at my hand.

Squeezing her hand reassuringly I can feel her knee bobbing beside mine with nerves.

Brushing my thumb across her skin I do what I can to calm her, already regretting putting her in such a situation to begin with.

Thankfully Helaena begins chatting with her distracting Elaena from the eyes Daeron made at her from across the table.

I knew more than likely that he was only doing it to get under my skin but we were far past that.

Reaching for my knife I'm interrupted by my mother whose voice is a hissed whisper in my ear, "Many people saw you with that boy this afternoon. Your grandfather is furious, as am I."

Stretching out my fingers I count to myself before speaking, but it doesn't do me any good.

"I was only showing my nephew more of the Red Keep beside the inside of a cell, Mother."

At my reply Aegon chugs the full goblet in front of him, grabbing Daeron's attention as he arches his eyebrow in confusion not yet putting the pieces together.

"He doesn't belong in the public eye. That's exactly why I had him kept there in the first place-"

"Then perhaps you should've left him where you found him," Elaena chimes in from beside me, and the air is sucked out of the room.

Leaning back to stare directly into the eyes of my mother my wife continues, "Seeing as everything hasn't gone according to your plans."

Striking everyone silent I watch with pride while the others stare in shock, their mouths agape waiting for my mother's response.

Luckily she doesn't get a chance, interrupted by the men of the king's guard carrying our father, the King in his wooden chair to the dining room table followed by my grandfather, Ser Otto.

Standing out of respect we wait patiently for him to get acquainted with the room, his mental state wavering just as quickly as his physical as he neared death.

Taking our seats Elaena can only stare at her grandsire, her heart breaking at the sight of a once strong man crippled and decaying before her very eyes.

"Elaena my child, what a pleasant surprise. I was told you left us," He struggles, looking to my grandsire, the source of the lie.

"Seems you've been misled, your grace. I've decided to stay for a bit longer with my husband." She responds cheerfully.

It's a small thing, and to other men, it probably wouldn't matter but when Elaena calls me her husband after our time apart I couldn't feel luckier for her graciousness, even if I didn't deserve it.

"Husband... yes, Aemond. It feels like just yesterday we were at this same table planning your betrothal to Cregan Stark." Viserys chuckles, not meaning offense but at the mention of the Stark lord I'm put on edge reliving the image of Elaena in another man's arms.

"Our son practically asked for war with the North. He almost killed the boy in a tourney for the girl's hand." Taking a sip of her wine I twinge at how my mother refers to Elaena.

"The North has vast lands, yes, but they are no threat Alicent." Waving a dismissive hand at his wife, my mother's face grows a deep shade of red, her rage festering exchanging a look with my grandsire.

"What's more important is to keep our house united. Strong." Smiling as best he can, my father turns his attention to Helaena who still, paid little to no attention to the conversation.

"So tonight, we celebrate! We honor another child this evening, well done, Aegon, Helaeana." Raising his cup to them, Daeron smirks to himself elbowing Aegon in the ribs.

"Yes, big brother! Very well done!" He chuckles to himself, but my older brother's expression is blank, his stare never leaving the plate before him.

Signaling to the servants one by one they fill the table until there's no sight of the wood beneath. It was extravagant, to say the least, and as soon as it was within reach, Elaena helps herself, filling her plate with just about anything she can get her hands on.

Glancing in my direction she notices me watching and an adorable pink blush washes over her.

Bringing my lips to her ear I turn her face towards me so no one can see the words I mutter against her skin, "You haven't had a good meal in days. Besides, you're eating for two, my love. Help yourself to all of it,"

Pressing a quick kiss to her temple I fill her glass as she watches me with her swirling violet eyes, deep in thought but I can feel Daeron's stare from the corner of my eye.

"Perhaps it's time we find you a wife of your own, my boy." Viserys offers my youngest brother.

"A nice young lady from Oldtown maybe?" My mother mentions, my grandfather nodding in agreement but my brother's already shaking his head.

"On the contrary mother, there are no nice young ladies in Oldtown. They throw themselves at any man with a bit of title." He scoffs.

Leaning over to suggest suitors, my father and grandsire go back and forth about the many houses of the realm and who might be the best suited for Daeron leaving him an irritated boy a few seats down.

"You'll get used to that brother. Means not who you marry, we still dine however we see fit." Aegon mutters, not offering a single ounce of respect for his wife our sister who sat opposite of him.

"Aegon-" My mother spits, but Elaena is already coming to Helaena's defense.

"That's only because you lack honor or respect, Aegon." She sighed, taking a bite of her food hardly bothered bringing a smirk to my face.

"What I lack in some departments I suppose I make up in others if you ever want to find out for yourself, princess-" Slamming my foot into his shin beneath the table he yelps out in pain. It seemed his busted eyebrow wasn't enough of a warning, but it was no matter, I would only keep reminding him just who Elaena belonged to.

"I was only suggesting I teach her how to properly ride a dragon, brother." Smirking at me from under his goblet full of wine I'm moments away from slamming my brother's face into his dinner.

Knowing just what he means by that I grit out my response through my clenched teeth, "I assure you, she's had plenty of practice."

Balling up my fists beneath the table Elaena takes my hand in hers, sensing my frustration coming to a head. Tracing the veins on the back of my hand I can't focus on anything besides her touch.

"There is a beast beneath the boards, hiding in the walls of the castle," Helaena mumbles to herself, and Elaena catches it too, the both of us turning to her.

Elaena opens her mouth to tell me something but decides against it, glancing away and whatever it was still lingering behind her eyes.

From the other end of the table a gruff cough rakes through my father, holding a handkerchief to his mouth with one hand he grasps the table with the other.

Tightening her hold on my hand beneath the table Elaena struggles with the sight, her warm heart breaking for him.

"Husband perhaps dinner was too much-"

"I'm quite fine, Aemma!" He coughs, a bit of blood on his lip but my mother doesn't flinch as the entire room stares at her.

Despite everything a piece of me goes out to my mother, a loveless marriage something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Clearing her throat she glances around at us, intent on not making eye contact.

With a motion of her hand, the band begins to play and it's a similar tune to what they played the very last time both of our families had dinner together.

Not long after all seven hells broke loose and I wasn't sure her family would ever accept me and here it was my family creating the chaos of it all.

For a short while the table is calm, everyone's mouths too full of food to make any snide remarks or comments.

As the music slows to a soft melody, Elaena places a hand on my thigh, and the magnetism of her sultry eyes beckons me closer.

"Do you remember when you stole me away from Cregan on the dance floor?" She whispers, her breath tickling against my skin.

Smiling to myself I nod, "How could I forget? That night you told me you were falling in love with me."

Biting at her lip my focus lies solely on her sweet mouth as she whispers, "I believe you still owe me a dance, my prince."

Fuck.

I'd rather dance with blades than to music, I was never one for the dance floor when it came to balls or feasts.

Even as a child, I spent most of my time in the crowd, watching Elaena dance and make friends with everyone she came across but I always rathered being by myself.

Taking her hand in mine her violet eyes are beaming, hopeful of what I'm about to do.

"Would you do me the honor, princess?" Pressing my lips to her knuckles her true smile has returned, the one I'd missed so dearly.

Nodding, I don't wait a moment bringing us both to our feet, and leading her by her waist to the small dance floor.

"I don't recall you being much of a dancer when we were younger," She giggles as I spin her, her long gorgeous blonde hair twirling with her. Bringing her body flush to mine I keep my lips close to her ear.

"Because I wasn't." I laugh, "You were the dancer, the singer, the artist. I was in awe of you, and I still am." Swaying to the music it's only us in the room, in the Red Keep, in the whole Seven Kingdoms.

Brushing my fingertips up her arm I trace her skin up to her jaw where I cup her petite face in my hand.

Just a step closer and I would taste her, feel those sweet lips beneath mine.

I almost do until there's commotion from the table, the knights escorting my father back through the dining room to his chambers for the night with my grandfather following close behind.

Passing by the two of us, Viserys offers a hand to Elaena, "Goodnight, Rhaenyra."

In my arms, she stiffens, not budging to move toward him as he's carried away on his wooden throne.

Turning to look at me, her face is pale white, all color draining from her round cheeks and that beautiful smile is gone.

"I know," I whisper reassuringly, squeezing her hand.

Like clockwork, as soon as my father is out of earshot my brothers start in, their bellies filled with wine and their tongues eager to wag.

"I have to say I'm disappointed, brother." Daeron stands, making his way around the table slowly as my mother watches in horror. "You allowed that bastard boy to take your eye, and now it seems his bastard sister has taken your balls."

Opening my mouth to hiss a reply, Elaena steps in front of me, her violet eyes swirling with pent-up rage.

"I would keep my mouth shut in a room with so many knives. Aemond's balls are still plenty intact, but by the end of the evening, we may not be able to say the same for you!"

"Seven hells," my mother mutters, putting her face in her hands, this evening already well out of her control.

Daeron looks at me, astonished my sweet girl has such a mouth on her.

"She's a ball of fire, isn't she?" I grin proudly.

"She's a witch is what she is," Aegon mutters under his breath, filling his goblet once more.

"If I were a witch, I would've cursed you long ago, Uncle."

"You've instead cursed my brother, it seems."

"It's his own family who cursed him! A brother who can't keep track of his bastards, a mother who only enables it all, and a grandfather who manipulates you for his ultimate gain!"

Watching Elaena stick up for herself, I can only stare with heat coursing through my body. She was wild, fierce, and taking no prisoners.

"If you'd like to talk about families, Princess, we can certainly bring up your whore mother, or perhaps your pathetic, bastard Strong brothers?" Daeron continues Aegon's attack, both of them ganging up on her and I've had just about enough.

"Daeron! Mind your tongue!" My mother yells, standing from her chair but Elaena is ripping from my hold, charging towards Daeron with murder in her eyes.

Leaning against the table my brother watches her with amusement but the smirk drops from his face when she goes for a knife on the table.

I shout but I can't get to her fast enough, "Elaena, no!"

Instead of running away from her, Daeron grabs her arm with the knife but Elaena uses her free hand to take a fistful of his hair yanking his head back.

Yelping out in pain from her grip he releases her, giving her an opening.

Wrapping my arms around her waist I pull her away but it's a second too late, the blunt dinner knife slicing across Daeron's cheek.

When Elaena drops the knife to the ground my mother goes for Daeron, but Aegon is still contented with his cups on the other side of the table watching for his entertainment.

Backing away from the sight of blood my sweet sister covers her eyes, turning away from it all.

"Next time, it'll be your balls!" Elaena warns, her chest heaving beneath my arms as I hold her tight, walking us back to the door.

"You won't get another chance, wench!" Daeron replies, holding the small cut on his face while my mother inspected it.

Turning us around I manage to get through the door, shutting it behind us.

Wiggling from my grasp Elaena huffs out a burst of air blowing the hair out of her face and I can't help but smile at her adorable angry expression.

"What?!" She snaps, not waiting for a response before turning on her heel and marching back down the hallway.

Following her, I stay close behind watching her curves sway as if she's walked straight out of a painting.

"Your brothers are vile creatures! I can't imagine how you and Helaena came from such a family! And Daeron used to be so sweet! What happened to him!?"

Putting my hands in my pockets I keep my head low so she can't see my grin.

"And Aegon can't even stand up from the table he's so drunk! And your mother thinks he's the rightful heir to the Iron Throne?!"

"Elaena-"

"I'd feed him to Seasmoke to ensure that never happened! And Daeron!? I should've grabbed a sharper knife!" She goes on but I've got one thing on my mind and I needed it, here and now.

"Elaena!"

"What, Aemond!?" Catching up with her I grab her arm spinning her around so we're chest to chest and I crash my lips to hers.

Grabbing her face the connection is explosive, her mouth responding instantly against mine and the taste of her sweet lips is intoxicating.

Bringing her hands up the front of my chest she grips my leather tunic, urging me closer.

Hungry for more I only pull away when I need air to breathe but my lips are still smiling against hers, dazed from the close contact after so long apart.

"Seven hells I needed that," I chuckle, my kissed numb lips tipping up into a grin.

"Then why'd you stop?" she breathes bringing her mouth back to mine.

Her desperation only turns me on more, my already straining dick brushing repeatedly against her with each movement.

Gripping her waist tighter I dig my fingers into her side, ravaging her mouth with each whip of the tongue. Turning us into the corridor I press her against the wall, growling like a wild animal.

Tangling her hands in my hair I trail my lips down her neck nipping at her soft pale skin as she arches her chest to meet me.

"I want you. Now." She pants through her ragged breathing.

"Your bed or ours?" I breathe against the top of her breast.

"I said now, Aemond."

Fuck.

Elaena's wish was my command and I wouldn't make her tell me twice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the empty small council chambers, steering us in that direction.

Lifting her she wraps her legs around me the best she can with her skirts. Using my arm to hold her ass in place as I carry her she grinds against my throbbing erection.

Keeping her in my arms I kick the door shut behind us while she works her magic lips down the side of my neck.

Setting her on the small council table I begin working on my trousers my fingers trembling with anticipation.

Snaking my arm around her I slide her to the edge of the table and she opens her legs wide for me, like the good girl she was and her urgency brings a satisfied grin to my face.

She's missed this almost as much as I have.

I rip the thin fabric that separates us, lining myself up with her slick entrance but I hesitate, looking to her for confirmation.

Pressing the tip of my cock against her she lifts her hips just slightly so I fill her in one swift thrust, her sharp breaths bringing me harder inside of her still.

"Fuck, I've missed this Elaena, missed you." Our violet eyes meet and I know this isn't a time for sweet words, my wife needed satisfaction and I'd give her just that.

Pounding into her I leave no room between us, pushing her to the brim of ecstasy and then pulling her back, building her climax until she's begging for more.

"Aemond- I'm so close, please," Elaena's pleading along with her tight pussy was a deadly combination, it was a miracle I haven't burst inside of her already.

Colliding our mouths in a wild kiss my thrusts grow relentless and demanding, her body pulsing around me and I know she's right there with me when her nails dig deeper into my neck.

"That's it, baby. Give in for me,"

Doing as she's told my good girl throws her head back, her whimpers filling the empty room as I empty every last drop of me inside of her, having the most mind-shattering orgasm I've ever had in my life.

Taking her chin between my fingers I bring her parted lips back to mine, "It's so damn good to have you back," I breathe my mouth melting against hers in a passionate kiss.

Elaena wraps her arms around my neck and I rest my sweaty forehead against hers, trying my damndest to catch my breath.

"I missed you, too, husband." She giggles, brushing the wild hairs out of my face.

"Say it again," I ask through my ragged breathing.

"Husband?"

Humming with soul-settling contentment into her ear I press another kiss to the exposed skin on her shoulder, her breasts brushing against my chest with her heavy breathing.

"Now, take me to our bed."

***

Chapter Text

𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Wrapped in Aemond's sheets the both of us lay blissfully naked, entangled in one another.

For hours Aemond worshipped every inch of my body in ways that would forever make my toes curl but somehow I was still wide awake, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Snuggling closer into his side, Aemond brushed his fingers up the length of my back until he'd fallen asleep peacefully beneath me and it was good to feel at home.

In the morning we would return Jaehaeryn to his mother and it could be the last time I ever saw our little dragon.

Pressing a soft kiss to Aemond's chest I wiggle from his grasp, my eyes searching the floor for something to put on. Throwing Aemond's tunic over myself it's long enough to be a nightgown but I put on a cloak to cover my nipples peeking through the thin fabric.

Tiptoeing towards the door I shut it softly behind me. Peeking down the hallway I make sure I'm alone before making my way to Jaehaeryn's room.

Cracking open the door I take a step inside, careful not to wake him.

Coming closer I gaze selfishly at his small body illuminated by the moonlight, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath he takes.

Taking a step I must make some kind of noise causing him to spin over, his eyes lighting up when he sees it's me.

"I'm sorry for waking you, little dragon," I whisper, kneeling at his bedside. Brushing away his stray hairs he sits up, reaching for me.

"Sing? Will you sing to me?" Staring up at me with innocent doe eyes how could I refuse?

Tucking him back in I lean on my side, making myself comfortable.

"Oh little dragon, you'll grow so strong
You'll soar the skies and you'll write your own songs
Sharp as the steel that you'll wield when you're old
Wit like your strength that you'll sharpen with stone,"

Just as I'm convinced Jaehaeryn is falling back to sleep, an arm wraps around my neck, dragging me back onto the floor.

Struggling to see through my hair my hands go to the small arms and I realize it's no man, it's a woman.

Kicking back my legs I don't care what I hit, but I know I hit skin knocking her back. Regaining my balance I stand up meeting the crazed eyes of none other than Tessa Waters herself.

"Tessa? What are you-?"

"Mommy?!" Jaehaeryn shouts from his bed, terrified at what's unfolding before him.

Looking between the two of us Tessa makes a snap decision. Like a lightning crack in the night, she unsheaths a knife, charging me, Jaehaeryn's screams bellowing through the castle.

"You won't steal my child! You and that bitch Queen!"

Grabbing Tessa's arm I halt the blade just above my face, her strength not comparing to mine as I knock her back into the dresser.

"What are you talking about?! Have you gone mad!?" I reply, trying to keep her at bay.

Startling me she knees me in the stomach sending me stumbling back and the only emotion I can clearly pick out is panic, the life-shattering panic that my son will be taken from me before I've even had a chance to hold him in my arms.

Cradling my stomach I fall to my knees, praying to any god that was listening that the force wasn't enough to hurt Aelyx.

"He's my child! I won't have him abducted and claimed as your own!"

Yanking me up from my knees she brings the dagger to my throat, turning me to the door just as Aegon and Aemond are busting through it.

Still bare-chested he only wore a pair of pants unable to find his tunic because I was wearing it, now soaked with my blood.

"Elaena," he breathes in desperation, and though it's just my name his voice is heavy trying to tell me so much with just one word.

Both of them are in utter shock but Aemond acts first, running for me with his sword around his waist and his own dagger in hand.

Pulling us back, Tessa brings the knife deeper into my skin, the hot trickle of blood dripping down my neck.

"Tessa, don't!" He growls fiercely, his commanding voice startling the both of us causing her to bring us a step back her grip tightening around the dagger's handle.

Holding up his hands in an effort to calm her Aemond's panicked gaze meets mine, darting between Jaehaeryn and me.

"Tessa! Let her go," Aegon demands but this time she doesn't so much as flinch.

"You've let them take our son! MY son!" She cries, her heartbreak evident in the broken rasp of her voice.

Aemond's nostrils flare, taking a cautious step toward us while she's distracted, his stare never leaving me, motioning to keep my eyes on him.

"I didn't have a choice-" Aegon continues.

"You're Aegon Targaryen of course you have a choice!" She screams, and the shrill sound brings Jaehaeryn to tears from behind us, huddled in the corner of the room terrified and no one was doing anything about it.

"You don't understand, Tess, we've talked about this!" Aegon comes closer only bringing his mistress closer to the edge, her nails digging into my skin deep enough to draw blood.

"I understand entirely! You're weak," With each word, the knife breaks more skin creating new wounds and it visually pains Aemond to watch unable to move in fear she'll slice open my throat.

"Tessa, please." He begs, "Don't hurt her, we had nothing to do with this." Trying to reason with her Aemond's soothing voice almost makes me jealous, reminding me of their short time together while I'd been away.

It could've just as easily been her that Aemond had fallen in love with.

"LIAR! You're all liars! You're silver-haired demons created to cause pain and anguish! It's why Old Valyria burned and it should've taken you Targaryen's with it!"

"MOMMY!"

Aemond takes another step flinching when he hears Jae's cries, looking between the both of us powerless.

"He's scared, Tessa. You're terrifying him," I plea, begging her to look at her child.

"Because of you! He hasn't seen me in months! He hardly recognizes his own mother!"

"We'll run away to Essos, Pentos, wherever Sunfyre will take us-" Aegon tries bargaining with her but she's long gone, the woman he knew broken and lost to her own darkness.

"It's too late, my dragon. It's all too late," As her tone drops, Aemond's eye widens, sensing this conversation coming to an end, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword.

Lifting her elbow to move the knife there's a small noise from behind us and we're both stumbling backward.

Taking what could be the only opportunity I have, I use both of my hands to grab the knife away from her but it only falls to the ground where Jaehaeryn had wrapped himself around his mother's legs in an attempt to save me.

Tackling me onto the floor the both of us go for the knife, pushing, and pulling one another's hair until she finds it back in her grasp, her brown eyes wild with a murderous rage.

Rearing back her hand to strike the knife through my chest I'm convinced my time is through when a blade is driven through her heart from above me, skillfully missing my body by a few inches.

Watching the light leave her eyes Aemond rolls her off and drops to his knees beside me to inspect my wounds but my wide-eyed stare is locked on her.

Jaehaeryn's mother was dead, killed right in front of him.

"Elaena, look at me, you're fine, okay? The-the cuts aren't deep," He stammers, trying to stay strong for me but it was no use, I saw the terror and guilt he held in his gaze.

Jaehaeryn's screams sound a thousand miles away, everything happening in slow motion as Aegon rushes his brother with rage.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"She was going to kill Elaena!"

"SHE NEEDED HELP AND YOU KILLED HER!" Aegon cries, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"AND I'D DO IT AGAIN!"

They roar at one another, Aemond standing to defend himself as Aegon slams his palms into his bare chest but my husband hardly stumbles back.

Looking down at myself I'm covered in blood, hers and my own.

Aegon collapses, clutching Tessa's lifeless body to his chest, pleading with the gods not to take her from him and I'm still processing the loss of life.

"Hold on! Open your eyes, Tess, don't leave me alone. Tessa!" Holding her bloodied face in his hands he brought her petite body into his, cradling her as he rocked back and forth.

Clutching my stomach, the tears are suffocating.

Aemond is just a blur through my tear-filled eyes but I know it's him, running toward me. Shaking my head, I point to Jae crying hysterically with his covers wrapped around him in search of safety.

Tilting his head to the side he hesitates, his gut reaction to go to me but finally, he turns, sheathing his sword so he can tend to the little boy.

Looking between the screaming child and the dead body of his mother my breathing is no longer under my control. My chest heaves with emotion, overwhelmed by everything around me, still unsure if our baby was safe.

Struggling to stand up, we're no longer alone, Ser Criston Cole himself rushes the room with a couple of gold cloaks but they're much too late to make any kind of difference now.

Aegon doesn't even notice them, sobs still wracking through his body as he held the woman he loved and I imagined if Aemond had been any later, it would be my corpse being mourned.

"What's happened!? What was she doing here, Aegon?" Cole tries talking to him but he's too distraught, leaving Aemond to speak and my husband is furious.

"My wife was almost killed! There was to be a man posted at his door at all times!" Aemond sets Jaehaeryn on the bed, eager to point his anger somewhere but my sight was growing hazy.

"I-I don't know what happened my prince, there has been-" Ser Criston looks bewildered, sincerely flustered by his failure.

Closing my eyes my knees tremble, and I know in a matter of seconds they'll give out. Using my last ounce of strength I reach out to him, my protector, "Aemond,"

The instant he hears my frail voice, Aemond turns in a panic.

Once our violet eyes meet I feel myself falling and just as I hit the floor Aemond has me in his hold, cradling me to his chest.

Bringing his lips to my ear the last thing I hear before being swallowed whole by darkness is his pleading voice much similar to his brothers, "I'm here, my song. Stay with me... please, Elaena."

Though it feels like a lifetime I don't stay out long, waking to Aemond's booming voice and I'm already cringing for the poor soul that was on the receiving end.

"I'M STAYING! I DON'T WANT HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

"Aemond," I croak, too tired to even open my eyes.

"I'm here," The bed dips beside me and he slides his large calloused hand into mine.

"Elaena, my love, you need stitches. It's going to hurt-"

As soon as he mentions more pain my eyes fly open, meeting his swirling violet eye first before turning to look around at the maester and handmaidens watching us.

Squeezing his hand tightly my fears go to the worst possible outcome.

"Jaehaeryn-?"

"I've only trusted Ser Erryk and our personal servants to keep an eye on him. He's right next door-"

"She kneed me in the stomach Aemond. īlva rūs..."
*Our baby

Keeping my voice down I didn't want to take any risks. It was becoming more obvious we couldn't trust anyone at Kings Landing.

My words hit him in the gut, Aemond's furrowed eyebrows fall back as his eye widens, his face going pale.

Licking his lips he shakes himself out of it, turning to the crowd that's formed in our room.

"Everyone out." He demands and with them already plenty scared for their lives they head for the door.

"Not you." Aemond stands, gripping the shoulder of the maester stopping him.

Closing the door behind them, Aemond rushes back to my side placing his palm lovingly on my stomach.

"My wife is pregnant, almost a month and a half to be exact. Elaena was hit in her stomach, how can we be sure the baby's alright?" Aemond watches for the maester's reaction but I'm can't bring myself to look, keeping my eyes on my husband.

"It's not likely any damage was done, she's still very early along. I'm far more concerned about the open wounds on her neck, my prince."

Looking to me, both of us visually relaxed, and now any other ailments I might have seemed trivial. As long as our son was okay, I was strong enough to get through the rest.

Despite Aemond's wishes the handmaidens return, some fiddling with the bed covers others fiddling with the cloak and tunic trying to change me out of my bloodied clothes.

When he notices I begin to feel uncomfortable with all of the attention, Aemond steps in.

"My ladies, would you run a hot bath for the princess? She'll want to relax after the night she's had," trying his best to be patient with them, Aemond returns to my side taking my hand in his, not once letting go as the maester tended to my wounds watching his every move.

Hissing in pain as the needle pierces my skin I could only imagine the kind of pain Aemond suffered at the hands of my brother.

Bringing my knuckles to his lips he kisses them softly, "Almost there, my love."

As soon as the maester is finished with my stitches Aemond shoos everyone from the room, shutting the door behind them and locking it.

Though I can hardly keep my eyes open Aemond scoops me up carefully.

Pressing a kiss to the top of my head he carries me to the washroom, placing me down only to help his bloodied tunic over my head.

Aemond looks me up and down, and though he tries to hide his disdain it's written all over his chiseled face.

"Seven hells, Elaena... I'm so sorry." He whispers his deep voice breaking as tears shone in his eye.

"How bad do I look?" I cringe preparing myself for his reply. Caked in dry blood, I imagined I must've looked terrible.

"It's not that it's just... this should've never happened."

Agreeing with him I'm unsure of what to say so I just keep quiet.

Watching me carefully he raises a hand to brush my hair from my shoulders, his fingertips lingering as they travel across my dirty skin.

Cupping my face in his hands he brushes the pads of his thumbs against my cheeks.

"Let me wash it all away, ñuha vāedar. All of it."
*My song

His soft-spoken words are enough to lull me to sleep but in the same breath, I craved his comforting touch.

"Please," I whisper.

Bringing his undershirt over his head he tosses it to the side with mine before scooping me back into his strong chest.

Placing me carefully into the steaming tub my tense muscles relax into the heat and I gasp a sigh of relief.

As I sink into the soapy water Aemond pulls up a stool ringing out a washcloth in the tub before tentatively bringing it to the fresh wounds on my neck.

In silence he works the rough cloth along my neckline, scrubbing at the dried blood at the top of my chest and I watch as his muscles stretch and move as he worked.

Usually, the both of us wouldn't last a minute with how bare we were but tonight was different. Tonight had been painful and dark, taking me back to the very first time Aemond had saved me from a monster in the night.

Tilting my head back against the rim of the tub my heavy eyes drift closed while he works his way down my arms and the sensation is heavenly.

Aemond took good care of my body, being most gentle where it mattered but scrubbing clean away any bad memories that might've lingered on my body.

"Thank you, my prince." I sigh and though my eyes are still closed I can feel his watchful stare burning into me before I fall into a deep sleep.

***

Turning my head frantically to survey the cold room I can't find an exit, only serving more to my panic by realizing there is no way out. No doors, no windows, and no one else with me in the darkness... or so I think.

In the blink of an eye, Tessa stands before me, alive and well but her nightgown was drenched in blood, hers or mine?

Tilting her head to the side to examine me, she looks me up and down, disgust on her hollowed-out face, the chocolate brown of her eyes gone and replaced with bottomless dark pits.

Coming closer she brings the blade into the moonlight. I try to speak but no words come from my mouth, instead only weighing heavy in my throat amusing her.

"You can't speak your lies here, Princess."

Shaking my head I narrow my burning eyes at her but she presses the knife to my throat once more. In an attempt to get away I thrash away from her but just as my mouth won't move my limbs are frozen still.

"You've stolen my child! A son for a son." She hisses like the snake she was.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I will away the pain, internally screaming for help, for a savior, for Aemond.

When I open my eyes it's not Tessa holding my face it's Aemond, my husband, my peace and I realize my pleas had been answered.

"I've got you, my song. Everything's alright, it's okay." Bringing me into his arms he climbs into bed with me and I cling to him in fear this was part of some nightmare too.

"It was Tessa- she said she'd take our baby, a son for a son-" I ramble, my chest heaving for air.

Aemond wipes the sweat from my face, cradling the back of my head into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, my love, breathe. She's gone, she can't hurt you ever again. You're safe now, you're both safe." He whispers pressing a soft kiss to my clammy skin.

Thinking back I try to remember how I'd fallen asleep and what all was nightmare and reality.

Clutching my stomach, I ball myself up in his lap when a sharp pain similar to my nightmare splits across my neck. Hissing in pain I flinch away from him.

"Careful, my love, you're bandages,"

Timidly reaching to the wrappings around my neck I flinch again at my own touch.

"What did I just tell you, Elaena?" Aemond shakes his head, rolling his eye at me reaching out to grab my hands. "Your stitches need to heal, you have to be careful you won't heal overnight-"

"They know. The maester knows I'm with child, Aemond, he's going to tell your Mother."

"I swore the maester to secrecy so naturally, yes, the whole castle will know by this afternoon." He sighs, brushing the wild hairs from my face.

"And Jaehaeryn? Where is he? How is he-?"

I rant but Aemond places a hand over my mouth, the corner of his lips tipping up in his handsome smirk before motioning to the corner of the room where the morning sun peeked through the curtains.

Just on the other side of the room by the fireplace, a partition separated a small twin-sized mattress from the rest of the room where our little dragon slept safely wrapped in mounds of blankets and pillows.

Aemond's chambers being in the royal wing, there was plenty of space in his chambers for an extra bed, but it'd been a miracle I hadn't woken him with my nightmare.

"He hasn't said a word to anyone... I thought it best we all sleep in the same room for a while so I can keep an eye on the both of you myself." His jaw clenches with tension but his tender words wash over me, a comforting warmth to feel so cherished.

"He lost his mother right in front of him, I can't imagine what he's feeling. And his father... how is Aegon?" I don't even want to say his name, burning my tongue and leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

At my mention of him, Aemond's gaze darts away from mine, the events of last evening weighing heavy on his mind.

"He won't see me. My brother would take my head if he could." He mutters, his expression hardening.

"You were only protecting me. I'm sorry I should've been able to disarm her myself, I didn't even hear her come in..."

Looking at me Aemond shakes his head, his brows drawing together bringing me so tight into his strong chest that I can almost hear his heartbeat.

Tipping up my chin with his long pointer finger he holds me there, "Don't be sorry, Elaena. I'd kill her again, and again. Anyone who threatens you and our family will receive the same and I won't apologize for protecting what's mine."

I'm thankful for the dimly lit room otherwise Aemond would be able to see the red-hot blush that covered my body at his gruff quiet voice.

Flustered, I change the subject, "What about Jaehaeryn? He won't have a home, a family."

We both look to the small innocent boy who had his own arms wrapped around himself and my cracked heart breaks a little bit more.

"We can be his home... his family," Aemond whispers, turning my face back to his.

If I'd just heard him correctly Aemond was suggesting we take Jaehaeryn as our own. His brother's bastard son that had almost torn us apart in more ways than one but still, he himself was innocent of anything but his parentage.

Of course, the little dragon had grown on me. I'd even fed him and sang him to sleep on many occasions but would he trust us or would he blame us for losing everything he's ever known?

"How would Aegon feel about such a thing? He's the only piece of her he has left." I wonder.

Taking a deep breath he nods agreeing with me, "I'll speak with him."

Aemond presses a soft kiss to my lips, nuzzling his nose against mine, and the bit of affection brings the sparkle back to my eyes.

"It's still early, you should get some more rest." Propping up my pillows for me to lay back down I pout when I sense he's going to leave.

"Will you stay?" I ask, any and all pride left at the door.

"I'm not going anywhere." He assures me, pressing a kiss to my temple.

Wrapping me in his arms my chest deflates releasing the breath I'd been holding and my nerves are calm, satisfied our family was protected.

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The wine washes down my throat but the effects don't hit fast enough, I need more.

Throwing the goblet against the wall the contents splatter staining the tapestry and dripping down to the rug below.

Tessa was gone and she was never coming back. I'd never see her smile, hear her laugh, or feel her body ever again.

She was the one good thing that tethered me to my humanity.

What was left of this black heart of guilt and loneliness desired a quick death so I could join her soul wherever it lingered.

None of my life had been my choice.

My wife, and my children, all purely for the sake of duty and honor, give me a fucking break I couldn't care less about any of that. Nothing I did was enough, not marrying Helaena, and surely not having two children with her.

I'd barricaded myself in my chambers and had all of Tessa's things brought to me. I spent my nights covered with our blankets that still smelled of her, pressing the fabrics of the dresses I'd bought her against my skin.

It's only been a week and already I wanted to burn down the world that remained without her. How was I expected to keep living as if nothing was wrong? As if she was just my whore?

What made my brother's bastard wife any different than Tessa? The only thing that separated them was luck, pure luck that Elaena had been born of my whore half-sister and not some commoner.

I'd driven Tessa to madness, going along with my mother's schemes instead of standing up for my only love, my only happiness and it had been taken from me.

None of this was supposed to happen, my grandfather assured me this would get rid of Elaena for good but all it had done was drive them closer together leaving me with the wounds to bear.

Rumors have been spreading for days that the Princess was expecting but nothing has been confirmed and if it had, I'd hardly know. I couldn't stand the sight of my dear little brother.

Every day he'd come to see me but I wasn't having any of it. Aemond had ruined everything, him and his spoiled whore wife.

Tipping the pitcher back I empty what's left gulping the wine like it's the air I need to breathe. Dropping it to the floor I go for the door, swinging it open to reveal the son of a bitch himself.

Aemond leaned against the wall opposite of me with his arms crossed. Sliding his foot down the stone he pushes himself off to approach me slowly like I'm some wounded animal and in a way, I suppose I was.

"What do you want?" I hiss at my younger brother.

Cringing at my tone, Aemond's blank expression falters, "I have to speak with you about something."

"Well? Spit it out before I change my mind."

Nodding his head he motions towards my room in question. I stand aside fighting the urge to strangle him as he passes.

I slam the door behind him, following him to the heart of the chambers where he stared wordlessly at the mounds of emptied goblets and pitchers alongside all of Tessa's things.

Sticking his hands in his pockets he takes a deep breath, taking in the pathetic sight.

"You wanted to speak. Speak."

Staring me down with his sapphire eye I still see my scared little brother standing before me, despite his efforts to become so untouchable.

"We're going home to Dragonstone."

"Home now is it? How far the mighty fall." I smirk at him, pulling out a chair to plop myself in.

Ignoring my comment he hangs his head.

"We were going to take Jaehaeryn back to his mother before we left but..."

"But you killed her."

Cracking his knuckles he takes a deep breath as if he has to count to himself before responding but I do no such thing.

"The second son, free of duty and honor, marrying the only bitch you've managed to cum inside of-"

"If you're goading me to kill you as well as her, I'm afraid it's not going to work, brother, though the thought has crossed my mind."

Reaching him in a couple of strides I take a fistful of his cloak though he stood at least a couple inches taller than I, "Then do me the mercy, brother if that's what you call yourself." I bring my face so close to his, I spit with my vicious words.

"You know I had no choice,"

"Do I? Such a gifted swordsman but you couldn't have disarmed her instead? You had to put your sword through her fucking chest," I trail off, clutching my own chest where my heart was.

Aemond's nostrils flare but he doesn't say a word, only fanning the flames.

Using all my strength I slam into his chest with my palms only pushing him back a couple of steps but I do it again and again until he grabs my wrists, his grip stopping all circulation.

"I can't fathom what it would be like if I lost Elaena and I'm sorry, Aegon... I'm sorry it happened this way." His apology is sincere, but it doesn't change anything, not a goddamned thing.

"Your pathetic apologies won't bring her back, nothing will," I mutter, the anger fizzling out and the heart-wrenching sadness seeping into its place.

Turning to walk out I am about to reach the door when he calls out to me one last time.

"She's not all gone, Aegon."

"And what in the seven hells is that supposed to mean?" I ask, spinning around to look at him.

"Your son," He grunts, annoyed I've forgotten so easily.

Jaehaeryn.

The constant reminder of my failings, of what I'd lost, the entire reason she'd left bed that night, to take back our child that I'd been too pathetic to protect... and if I'd failed his mother I would surely fail him.

"And?" I arch an eyebrow, egging him on.

Aemond steps forward when I don't react how he'd like me to. He cared for the boy, it's why he put him up in his own chambers, and fed and clothed him. He'd treated him more as a son than I ever had.

"And... you don't think she'd want you to raise that child she sacrificed her life to protect?"

"NO! You don't get to tell me what she would've wanted!"

"Because it's the truth?"

"Because YOU killed her! It was YOU!"

I pick up the empty pitcher reeling back to throw it at Aemond's head but he dodges it with ease. Grabbing anything else I can find I throw a plate, then a book, aiming but missing every time making an even bigger mess of my chambers.

With my lack of sleep, I quickly run out of steam, leaning on the chair as everything within me breaks down and there's no strength left.

Running his hands through his long blonde hair out of frustration he looks back at me, "Your son deserves a father. You're all he has in this world."

"No. He's better off without me, just as Tessa was. All of this was a mistake, all of it."

"Aegon-"

"Just go. Go home and take him with you if that's what you're after."

Finally, my little brother doesn't argue he just stares at me bewildered.

Straightening his posture he scoffs to himself before brushing shoulders as he walks by me and out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Dragging my heavy feet to my bed I collapse into the sheets, clutching the bedding to my nose until all of my senses are consumed by her, by Tessa.

"I will make them pay, I swear it. I'll take from him what he's taken from me and more, I promise, my Tessa."

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It took a bit of convincing but for the first time in a week, I'd allowed Jaehaeryn to spend the evening with the twins. Though they would hardly know they were siblings for years to come, Helaena and her children for now would assume that Jae was Aemond's bastard and not Aegon's.

Since the night of Tessa's death even the air feels different, everything having a touch of darkness that it didn't have before, but perhaps maybe it was just me. Jaehaeryn was getting along nicely, and his new friends a big help in distracting him from what happened.

Aemond with the exception of his feeble attempts to speak to Aegon but I couldn't say I blamed him. They were brothers, cut from the same cloth no matter how differently shaped or colored.

We weren't sure how Aegon would react to us wanting to take in Jae but we were sure that Aegon wasn't fit to be a true father to him.

Every corner of Kings Landing was dangerous and every day spent here was a limit I didn't want to push for any longer.

As I approach our chambers to retire for the night there's a loud crashing sound that comes from within and I falter back, reaching for my knife tucked away against my thigh.

Pushing open the door I realize it's no threat at all but my own husband who'd thrown open the dresser drawers, tossing our belongings into any nearby bag or chest.

Aemond slams a chest closed and I jump, squealing, drawing his attention.

Turning to look at me his anger dissolves, "Elaena,"

His gaze finds the knife in my hand and his face falls, his frown deepening.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he sighs a breath of frustration, resting his palms on the chest bringing his broad shoulders straight as he hangs his head, something deeper troubling him.

Placing the knife on the table I close the door behind me. Walking up behind him I rest my cheek on his back, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Aemond runs his hands over my arms down to my hands where he interlocks our fingers, his entire body relaxing against mine.

"What's troubling you, my love? Did you talk to Aegon?"

Turning around to face me he cups my face in his hands, tilting my chin so he could get a better look at my healing stitches.

"We may heal from what happened but I fear Aegon won't... I underestimated how much she meant to him and I fear he'll never forgive me for it."

He kisses my forehead, pulling back just a hair so he can admire me with a frown as he imagines it, "I know I wouldn't forgive him if he took you from me."

"You two are very different men. He may surprise you." I offer some hope though I was in no way Aegon's biggest fan, I did sympathize with his loss.

"Hmph, he already has. He's said he wants nothing to do with Jaehaeryn and I'm afraid if we leave him in anyone's care other than ourselves he won't make it the year." Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, Aemond rests his elbows on his thighs and interlocks his fingers, fiddling with his thumbs he's lost in thought.

"My mother will send him away or have him killed at her earliest convenience-"

Interrupting him I step in between his legs, "I won't let that happen,"

"We won't let that happen, my love." Snaking his arms around my waist he brings me closer, so he has to tip back his head to look up at me.

"Does this mean we're going back to Dragonstone?" I ask, standing up a bit straighter at the thought of returning home.

"This is no place for a family to grow, not yet anyway. When you become Queen, I'm sure you'll make it a wonderful place to live again."

"We'll make it a wonderful place to live again," I watch his mouth, zeroing in on what I want and the corner of his lips tip up in a grin. Widening his legs I take a step closer brushing against the thickening crotch of his pants.

This time it's I who leans down to take Aemond's chiseled face in my hands, tracing the bottom half of his scar up his face.

His violet eye flutters shut, leaning into my touch and already I'm slick with desire surprised he can't smell it with how close he is to me.

Tenderly Aemond brings his hands down my waist to cup around the curve of my ass.

"Where is he? Jaehaeryn?"

"He's spending the night with the twins though they have no idea he's their brother... why?" I responded breathlessly, my high spiraling when Aemond mentions Jaehaeryn.

Sliding his hands further down my thighs he yanks me closer so I'm basically straddling him on the edge of the bed.

"I haven't had a single moment alone with you in seven days. I'd like to take advantage of having you to myself, princess... even if it is for only the night." Trailing his lips alongside the inside of my neck, my eyes roll to the back of my head, his teeth nibbling across any stretch of goosebump-covered skin he could reach.

"Careful my prince, your possessiveness is beginning to show," I giggle, repeating the same words I whispered to him the first time we'd been seen together, the afternoon Luke was decided as the true heir of Driftmark.

I can almost see the memory replaying behind Aemond's lustful gaze. Licking his lips his captivating violet eye meets mine.

"Oh my love, I haven't even begun to possess you yet, come here," His voice turns into a growl, his put-together facade giving way to the animal that wanted only one thing, me and it felt damn good to be desired by Aemond.

Pressing his mouth to mine, his wild tongue parts my lips, and warmth blossoms in my chest.

Hiking me up he stands, bringing me with him holding me up tightly around his waist, and in moments like these I wish I wore simpler dresses.

Setting me down on the dresser he pulls away to reach his hands up my dress, desperately sliding my undergarments down my legs and tossing the worthless piece of fabric aside.

Working on the buttons of his pants with one of his hands he uses the other to slip not one, not two but three of his fingers inside my throbbing muscles and his thrusts are heavenly though they don't compare to the real thing.

"My sweet girl, you're so tight, it's been too long, hasn't it?"

"It's been a week, Aemond," I chuckle, throwing my head back as he bends his fingers halting the laugh in my throat, quickly replacing it with a whimper.

"A week too long, now open those legs wider for me, princess." He smirks.

Doing as he says he rewards me with a steady rhythm against my clit, circling the pad of his thumb while his other fingers work magic inside of me demanding I succumb to him but I fight back wanting it to last longer.

"What is it, Elaena? Use that smart mouth of yours,"

"I'm so close- not yet," Unable to form a whole sentence I feel his grinning lips against the curve of my neck.

In an instant, he's pulling his fingers out of me and replacing them with his thick cock and I cry out from the fullness he brings me, "So good, so fucking good,"

Aemond brings himself all the way out of me swirling his dripping tip against my throbbing clit watching me squirm beneath him but I jerk my hips taking him even deeper than before.

Keeping his mouth by my ear, Aemond's breathing is erratic, his moans deep and gruff.

"You hear what you do to me, Elaena? I'll never get enough of you and this tight cunt. You were. Made. For. Me,"

With each of his final words, he drills into me, his vibrant violet eye wild with intensity where I can see his orgasm in his widening pupil before it rolls to the back of his head.

Clinging onto him I dig my nails into his back as I finally let go, all of the pleasure that's been building up inside of me coming to a point and there's nowhere else for it to go but explode around us, milking Aemond's own climax for every drop.

Resting his sweaty forehead on my chest his head rises and falls with every deep breath I take trying to re-ground myself after an orgasm like that one.

Aemond leaves a trail of tender kisses up my chest all the way up to my mouth, keeping his voice low as he mutters against my chest.

"I can see now why a husband and wife may need the help of a handmaiden or two,"

A laugh bubbles up my chest, kissing the top of his head.

"Something tells me that's not the only reason, my prince."

"I'm going to give you a hundred more reasons tonight in this bed. Take off this damned dress, Elaena."

Though we'd just experienced mind-altering orgasms, Aemond had a week of them to make up for and he would never catch me complaining about such a thing.

Aemond reaches his long arms around my back to help me with my straps, yanking the long sleeves down my arms until my breasts break free. Not wasting a moment he brings his mouth to my chest, trailing kisses agonizingly slow until he brings my nipple in his mouth.

Arching my chest to meet his mouth he makes light work of lifting me gracefully, bringing me to the bed where he'd ravage me for the evening.

Laying me back on the bed, he brings my nipple between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to strike the nerve that blossomed with heat below.

Grasping for the bottom of the dress Aemond pulls it off of me, the cold air reminding me just how bare I was. Feeling the insecurity seep in as his gaze trails over me, I go to cover myself but he grabs my wrists, holding them above my head.

"Don't. You're beautiful. Every damned inch of you."

A deep blush consumes me, his tender words forever having the same effect on me as the very first time he'd taken me as his.

Throwing off his jacket and his black loungewear, Aemond stood just at the foot of the bed, his pants hanging dangerously low around his waist where I watched his happy trail disappear beneath the band.

Clicking his tongue I have to drag my gaze from his hardening erection, meeting his lust-filled eye paired with his mischievous grin, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, let's not get too ahead of ourselves, my love, I have something else planned for this pretty cunt of yours."

If I wasn't dripping with need before, I was aching for him now, moments away from begging for release and he was more than willing to oblige.

Aemond drops to his knees, our eyes locked as he brings his lips to the inside of my thigh. Sliding his hands up my legs he widens them giving his mouth easier access to the throbbing clit that waited for him impatiently.

Opening his mouth he uses the entire length of his tongue to taste me, flicking his tongue expertly against my trembling bud bringing desperate cries from my throat.

Lifting his mouth for only a moment his eye is glazed over in a state of serenity, his lips dripping with my need but it doesn't bother him in the slightest, he only licks his lips slowly making me watch as he tastes me.

"Look at you, splayed out like my own personal buffet." He grins, lowering his mouth back to his meal.

Throwing my head back from the euphoria I can't watch him as I wanted to, instead I lose my hands in his long white blonde hair, tightening my hold when my climax is within reach but it only elicits a tighter grip on Aemond's part, his huge hands holding me in place as I bucked against his mouth.

"Aemond- please,"

At my plea, Aemond stands, towering above me at the edge of the bed. Yanking my body down the mattress I'm practically hanging off but he holds me in place.

He uses his free hand to align himself with my slick entrance, unable to wait any longer, Aemond plunges inside of me bringing insurmountable waves of pleasure.

"That's it, baby, right there isn't it?" His rough voice is music to my ears, his praises winding me up even further.

Wrapping my legs around his waist I drive him deeper, my toes curling with each violent thrust.

With my eyes closed I hardly notice Aemond's fingers until I feel him. Circling my clit he coaxes me over the edge, showing me the mountain and bringing me right over it with him.

I whimper as the waves of ecstasy pulse through my body like a heartbeat, fading away to nothing though I was still reluctant to move out from under him.

Straightening my face Aemond lifts my head to place a soft kiss on my lips, reminding me again that it was never just fucking for him, for us. It was love in its most animalistic form and we were dragons after all.

"I'd say we have about ninety-eight more reasons to go after that, my song." He laughs under his breath, nibbling at the sensitive flesh beneath my ear.

***

Until the late hours of the night, Aemond did just as he promised in taking advantage of our alone time together.

For most of the evening, he worshiped my body in the way only Aemond Targaryen could, taking what he wanted with no apologies because it was so willingly given.

Cuddled up in Aemond's side he twirls a strand of my hair as he hummed the tune, our tune.

"Are you worried everyone will think the rumors are true? That he's your bastard son?"

Aemond's forehead creases, deep in thought. My mother and father would assume the worst right away. I hadn't mentioned anything in my letters home but they must've sensed something was wrong.

"They can think what they want. As long as you know the truth. Besides, I will be his father in a way."

From the corner of my eye, I can see his lips tipping up in a smile his eye sparking with the possibilities of our future together.

"He'll grow up alongside Aelyx and your younger brothers, he'll be surrounded by family... I just hope they don't all grow up as we did."

"We ended up just fine," I joke, my giggles out of control when Aemond's magic fingers find my ticklish spots only granting him easier access that I'm naked. "Just fine? I'm a sick masochistic, 'dick' as you say and within the time you've been my wife you've cheated death at least twice."

"Well, all things considered..."

"All things considered? Growing up with your brothers along with mine was absolute torture. I was constantly the target of all of their jokes." He chuckles but I know there's truth behind his deep laughter.

Straddling his naked body he brings the sheets over me, tucking us away from the cold air.

Nuzzling closer into his side I place a soft tender kiss on his sculpted chest before laying my cheek against his warm skin. "I hated how they treated you. All because you didn't have a dragon of your own."

"Hm, and all along I did have a dragon of my own. You, the fiercest of them all. The only one that truly mattered."

When he says this I turn my head, resting my chin so our gazes meet. Tracing my lips with his pointer finger he blinks slowly and all time stops. I wasn't just in love with Aemond I was truly ruined for all eternity since we were children. It'd been decided as soon as we laid eyes on one another.

Aemond was right, no man in the seven kingdoms would protect me or this family more fiercely and he had, putting me first at every turn.

"Vhagar would be jealous if she heard you say such a thing,"

Throwing his head back in laughter he nuzzles his cold nose against mine.

"Hardly. I wasn't alone that night, she's probably bonded to you too. She can sense how important you are to me, she has to."

Startling us there's a movement by the door, we both wait for a knock but it never comes.

"Did you hear that?" I ask him but he places a hand over my mouth, using the other to help me off of him.

Tucking himself back into his trousers he takes light steps toward the door.

Going after him I grab the first piece of clothing I can find throwing Aemond's tunic over my head before throwing my legs over the side of the bed but he puts his hand up to stop me.

"Stay there," going for the door Aemond swoops up his sword from the bed, his hand on the hilt at the ready as he goes for the door handle and my stomach drops.

Something's wrong.

Pulling on the door it refuses to open, despite how hard Aemond yanked, the wood only slapping against the stone over and over.

"They've locked us in, why would they lock us in?" Aemond thinks aloud, looking around the room for an escape, going for the balcony doors and swinging them open to look below but we're too high up, there was no way we'd be able to climb down.

"Jaehaeryn, what if they're taking him? I knew I shouldn't have left him-" Attempting to stop the shaking of my hands I twist the many rings on my fingers.

Taking deep breaths I close my eyes, and Aemond's at my side, his reassuring voice in my ear, "Shh, it's okay, he'll be okay. Stay calm for me, my song. Breathe,"

Resting his forehead on mine he takes my hands in his. Doing as he says I take deep breaths.

In and out.

"I'll get us out of here, I promise." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Get dressed. Maybe you can watch for someone from the balcony while I work on this door. Okay?" Running his fingers through the front strands of my hair he brushes it behind my ear before cradling my face in his hands.

Though Aemond offers a reassuring smile it doesn't reach his eye, the true window into his soul. He was scared, just as I was but he wouldn't let me see.

We had to be strong, I couldn't let my fear demobilize me. I had a family to protect, to save.

Nodding, Aemond's jaw clenches, noticing the shift in my demeanor.

I knew there would come a time we would shed who we were to become who we were meant to be but it happened so abruptly, for both of us.

I don't make it a couple of steps before Aemond's trying to bust down the door. Spinning around to watch I catch his third attempt, driving the heel of his foot against the aged wood over and over again.

If there was anyone on our end of the Red Keep, they'd hear the sheer force Aemond was exuding trying to break us free. It was a miracle the whole room didn't come down around us, there was no holding back.

"Aemond, careful-"

My warning is worthless, Aemond's final kick breaks something on the other side with a roar of rage.

Dropping his sword, it clatters and crashes to the floor. Aemond's chest heaved but it doesn't stop him from wrapping both hands around the handle and throwing it open.

The lock busts off of the door, all of its pieces scattering across the ground as if it's in slow motion.

Aemond hesitates for a moment, expecting someone on the other side.

Going for his sword he twirls it expertly around in his hand, giving me one last look before he takes a step into the hallway.

I hold my breath, watching him as I take a step forward, ready to defend Aemond to death.

Looking both ways, he turns back to me, "Get packed. We're leaving. Now."

"What? What about Jaehaeryn?"

"I won't leave him. It's not safe here anymore, it was never safe here."

"Are you su-"

Taking my face in his hands, he stops me from arguing. "Yes, Elaena, I'm sure. Now pack whatever's most important, we don't have much time before they'll notice we've gone." Aemond's thick voice reflects the foreign fear I see dwelling in his eye and it's unsettling.

Aemond was always the strength, the fearlessness that could convince me of anything and now wouldn't be any different. He wouldn't fail this family again.

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, giving him a tight nod. Kissing the top of my head once more, he squeezes my hands, "Good girl."

With those two simple words, I melt where I stand, going for my things as I'm told.

Opening the top drawer, my black sapphire necklace faces me, even in the darkness sparkling up at me. Running my fingers over its precious jewels I bring it around my neck, fastening it where I know it's most safe.

Dressing in our riding armor we move in silence, listening closely for any footsteps as we pack our bags full of clothes.

"Ready? Keep close to me," holding my hand tight, Aemond doubles back to check on me, taking one last longing glance around the room before leading me out the door.

The halls are bare. Not a single person in sight, only the moon to light our way in the dimly lit halls.

Turning a corner we almost make it to the twin's chambers before coming face to face with Ser Erryk, and he's not alone.

Peeking out from behind him is our little dragon himself, staring up at us with wide eyes until he realizes who we are in the dark.

Running to me I squat at his level, opening my arms wide so he can run right into them.

"El! El!" Crashing into my chest I take the small child into my arms, cradling his head against me.

He was safe, we were all together.

"My Prince, Princess. Something's happened, we don't have much time-" Ser Erryk takes a look around, motioning down the hallway before he continues.

I stand with Jaehaeryn still in my arms, tucking him away in the extra fabric of my cloak.

Taking my arm, Aemond keeps me close as we follow Ser Erryk down the back hallways of the Red Keep, both of them with their swords at the ready for any who threatened us.

"It's the King. He's passed in his sleep,"

I falter in my steps, almost tripping over my own two feet when the words seep in.

Grandsire, He's gone.

"And what of my mother?" Aemond's voice remains cold, his relationship with his father far different than the one I had shared with him.

Ser Erryk alike me is taken aback by Aemond's response but answers his prince promptly, "They've called a small council meeting and sent orders to keep everyone in their chambers. I fear the Princess may be in grave danger."

When Ser Erryk mentions me Aemond and I's eyes connect and something flips within him, unable to decide between blinding rage and fear.

"They plan to usurp the throne from my Mother?" I conclude, all of us coming to a halt when I finally say the words.

"I cannot know for sure, Princess. My brother is who spoke with Ser Otto. Even he knows nothing of my actions this evening."

Sharing another look with Aemond it seemed my father had been correct after all. The greens had always planned to usurp the throne, and I was just a casualty they'd tried to dispose of along the way.

"Aemond, we have to get to the dragon pits. We have to tell my mother,"

"I'm sorry my lady but there's no use. They've blocked off every entrance and exit to the pits. We have to get you out of the castle first," Ser Erryk leads us down a dark hallway, extinguishing his torch before opening a small door.

Lining the wall were rows of beds, some messy some made but there wasn't a soul in sight despite the mounds of dirty laundry all over the floor.

"And where exactly are we?" Aemond asks, now even weary of Ser Eryyk's motives.

"This is one of the quarters for gold cloaks who don't wish to live in the city. Most of the guards are on patrols around the dragon pits, the rest stationed outside the king's chambers and small council meeting. Whatever's happening, they don't want a single soul to know about it." Sheathing his sword we follow him to the exit lit by only a single candle.

"So, where are we to go?" I ask. We were seemingly running out of options, if we were caught there was no telling what would happen to me. I was an heir and therefore a threat to Aegon's claim.

"Ser Addam has sailed home to Driftmark. The only ones who know of his apartments are the handful of gold cloaks loyal to you, my Prince. You can use it to stay safe until we can get you to your dragons."

"Wait- they knew where I was too?"

"Who do you think watched over you when I couldn't, sweet girl? You didn't think I'd leave you unprotected did you?" Aemond grins at me, my lips parted to say something but nothing would come out only serving to amuse him more.

Ser Erryk opens the door and we follow into the early morning air. The sun was still shy of shining but its promise of a bright tomorrow was on the horizon, even if that tomorrow held war and battle.

Once the breeze brushes by us, Jaehaeryn peeks his little head out from under the cloak, taking a look around while he rubbed at his tired eyes.

"I know, little dragon. We'll get you some rest soon," I whisper, giving his messy hair a ruffle.

Following Ser Erryk down the familiar dark alleyways, Aemond follows closely behind watching us with adoration.

Cuddling closer to my chest, Jaehaeryn seemingly falls back to sleep unbothered by everything going on around him.

"He seems to be used to the chaos," Aemond mentions, bringing my cloak tighter around my body to guard us against the night chill.

"He'll have a safe place to call home soon enough." I frown, praying one day our little dragon wouldn't resent us for all of this, for the loss of his mother and father.

"We all will," he assures me.

Coming up to the small apartment Ser Erryk takes a look around before twisting his sword through the chain, breaking the door open with ease.

Ushering us inside Aemond and Ser Erryk are quick to start the fire, lighting the small room that I'd spent many sleepless nights in.

On my old cot, Addam had folded the sheets neatly in anticipation of his return, or maybe he was worried I would have a reason to return.

Setting Jaehaeryn down on the tiny mattress I don't have a second to make the bed before he's rolled himself into a tiny ball, falling fast asleep facing the window just as I used to.

As Aemond and Ser Erryk talk softly by the fire I busy myself with making Jaehaeryn comfortable, adjusting a pillow under his head and wrapping him in the only blankets left behind.

Walking him to the door Aemond shakes our trusted knight's hand, taking a last look through the window.

Aemond offers him a curt nod and opens the door and he turns to me, bowing his head in respect. Finally, it hits me, Ser Erryk's loyalties lie with the true heir to the Iron Throne, my mother.

"Thank you Ser Erryk. We owe you our lives." I stand to see him out, offering him the sincerest smile I can muster.

"On the contrary, princess. It's my duty to protect you. I've yet to swear my sword to your mother, but I hope the day comes sooner than naught." Clasping his hands with mine I can feel Aemond's burning gaze at the small gesture.

"I'll be back when the sun rises. It's best you trust no one, not even my brother."

With that last warning, Ser Erryk disappears into the night, and Aemond shuts the door tight behind him, barricading it with the largest piece of furniture handy, the table.

Once he's satisfied with his handiwork he discards his cloak, laying it nicely on the ground in front of the bustling fire.

"You should get your rest while you can, I'll stay up and keep watch." My husband offers, though I can see his exhaustion in his usually blazing violet eye.

"If I sleep, I know only nightmares await me."

Aemond's expression softens, the light from the fire sharpening his chiseled features while he watches me. Thankfully, he doesn't argue, instead, he reaches out a hand, his long fingers tugging on my heartstrings.

Closing the space between us Aemond takes a seat first, interlocking our fingers he brings me into his lap where I feel like a small little thing compared to the huge strong man's chest I lay against but that only made me feel safer, but with war surely to come, I would need more than Aemond's strong safe arms to protect me.

Snuggling closer into his chest, his arms around me tighten, feeling the shift in the air.

"Do you think they'll go to war?" I whispered, scared that even saying the word would make it happen.

"I hope not. But I will." His deep voice resonates through my chest.

Tipping up my chin slightly to look at him, his gaze falters between my eyes and my lips, his devotion shining ever prevalent in his deep violet eye when he notices something sparkling beneath my armor.

He sits up straighter, lifting my necklace off my neck to get a closer look.

"You're wearing it," He breathes, and my heartbeat soars through the sky on the back of dragons.

"You said to pack what was most important." I shrink back a bit, my cheeks heating under his stare.

Aemond's sultry lips lift with his soft chuckle and for a moment, the rough exterior melts away as it only does for me, his song, his light.

"I did, didn't I?" Inching his lips toward mine, he presses a tender kiss against my lips, compassion radiating from the simple way his soft mouth moved.

Keeping it short, Aemond bites his lip, resting his forehead against mine.

"I won't rest until you're safe. All three of you," Sliding his palm over my belly I lay my hand on top of his.

"Something tells me we won't be truly safe again, my love. If Aegon takes the throne, I'll be the first head on a spike if they find us-"

"I would never let that happen, Elaena. Vhagar and I would burn this city of stone to ash if he touched a single hair on your head, do you understand? I won't let them take your birthright, our son's birthright."

"I can't ask you to stand against your family on a battlefield, Aemond."

"You wouldn't have to. This is my family now, you. Did I not make that clear when I swore my sword to you? Or when I made you my wife? Or perhaps when I put a child inside of you-"

I cover his mouth with my hands in fear he'll wake Jaehaeryn though I would've loved to hear where he was going with that.

"Point taken, husband."

With only the top half of his face available to express himself he arches a sharp eyebrow, and I can still feel his lips grinning beneath my palms.

Giving him back his talented mouth he's eager to use it immediately. "Good. Now get some rest for the ride tomorrow. I'll keep the nightmares away, I promise."

Aemond presses a soft kiss to my temple, tucking my head into the crook of my neck leaving no room for arguments.

While I appreciated the thought, Aemond no longer kept the nightmares away. They were happening more often every day further along in my pregnancy but I wouldn't tell him that, it would only make him worry more. If I spoke about them, they had even more chances of being real.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Rocking Elaena back and forth gently she'd fallen asleep in a matter of minutes, plenty exhausted just like our little dragon snuggled up on the bed in the corner.

We were safe... for now.

If what Ser Erryk said was true, Elaena was in mortal danger, her and our unborn child.

My family would never stop searching for her. She would always be a threat to Aegon's claim and if my brother held as much resentment as I would, he'd use his newfound power to get even and Elaena's nightmare would come true...

A son for a son.

I wouldn't let that happen. It was of the utmost importance Elaena returned to Dragonstone where they would be safe.

A couple of quiet hours pass as I stared into the wavering flames. Elaena's petite body trembled in my arms her fingers tightening around the hem of my cloak.

Pressing my lips to her ear I bring her even closer to my chest, "You're safe, my love. I'm right here,"

At the sound of my voice, her tense muscles reluctantly relax into me and her breathing slows falling back into a peaceful sleep.

I take a deep breath, allowing my tired eye to flutter shut resting my head against hers.

Perhaps I shouldn't have spent so much of our energy this evening fucking her raw but I wouldn't take it back, with war on the horizon we couldn't be sure of what the next day held.

I'd take advantage of every quiet moment with Elaena and the family we've built. She would be Queen of the seven kingdoms one day, and our son King after her. I would defend their birthright to the death of me and if that meant I had to dethrone Aegon to do it, I would.

Perking up I hear heavy footsteps approach from the alleyway and I ready myself to jump up if need be.

Still, the figures of clattering armor disappear around the corner fading away down the opposite end of the alleyway where the sun's light blossomed in the sky above them.

Just as I'm about to look away a third figure brushes by them, their helmet covering their face from a distance. Straining to see in the early morning light the knight makes a beeline for us, but it was no regular night it was Ser Erryk, returning just as he'd promised.

Slowly getting to my feet I keep Elaena close to my chest, crossing my fingers that she wouldn't wake.

Laying her in the small bed beside Jaehaeryn she instinctively snuggles closer to him, reaching an arm over his even smaller body.

Quietly I move the table aside from the door and crack it open first making sure no one's around before letting him inside.

Elaena stirs at Ser Erryk's entrance but if she wakes, she pretends not to, keeping her back toward us.

He greets me with a curt nod, glancing over at their small frames rising and falling with their slow breathing.

Keeping his voice low Ser Erryk joins me in the corner, allowing them to rest for a bit longer,

"My prince, there are plans for Aegon's coronation in the Dragonpit this very morning. It'll be our only chance to breach its walls and get you both to your dragons."

Shaking my head I run my hands through my hair, grumbling to myself, "They're really going through with this..."

"I'm afraid so. At this very moment, the Lord Hand is holding an audience with a few lords and ladies of the court. I expect some of them won't be leaving the city alive."

My eye locks on Elaena whose body stills.

They were taking no prisoners, killing anyone remaining loyal to the true heir in attempts to wipe Rhaenyra's support before the news broke.

"You expect our dragons won't be guarded?" I ask but he shrugs.

"It's possible. It's a chance we'll have to take,"

I take a deep breath, cracking my knuckles before sticking my hands in my pockets.

"And if you're wrong?" I ask, in a way to weigh his devotion.

"Then we fight her way out."

"Hmph," Chuckling to myself, I nod and turn to meet his eyes, impressed. "Then we fight her way out,"

As always my gaze falls back to her, "Ser Erryk if either one of us makes it out of this waste hole city, make sure it's her... always her." My voice is heavy with the mere possibility that we could be separated today.

"Of course, my prince."

Something tells me our escape wouldn't be as simple as Ser Erryk claimed. My mother would not be happy that I wouldn't be at the coronation of my older brother, but it was a false crown he'd wear, on a false throne that belonged to another, our sister and my wife after her.

It isn't long before the street is bustling with people all headed in one direction, the Dragon pits. With the commotion outside Elaena stretches, hugging Jaehaeryn to her chest tickling him awake with giggles.

The joyful noise brings the widest smile to my face. Elaena was already the mother I'd dreamed of and she'd only just begun, showing Jaehaeryn more affection than I'd ever received as a child.

Standing up straight I stretch out my back, take a couple of steps forward then kneel by their bedside.

"We're leaving soon, my love." Rolling over to face me, her dazed violet eyes are barely open but she still smiles, reaching out to brush her fingertips along the sharp lines of my face.

"You may need to help me walk, my prince. I'm sore from the waist down," She whispers, unaware that we were no longer alone but it only brings a proud sly grin to my lips.

Behind us, Ser Erryk clears his throat reminding us of his presence and those groggy eyes shoot wide open with life, finding him in the corner of the room.

Chuckling to myself, Elaena's soft round cheeks flush a deep red.

Sitting straight up she shoots me a look, not happy I'm laughing at her expense but I'm only a man, happy to hear her praises, audience or not.

Desperate to change the subject she glances out the window, eyeing up the crowd of people outside.

"And where are they going?" Whipping her head back to me, her face drains of all color.

"They're holding Aegon's coronation in the Dragon Pits. It's our only chance to escape,"

Elaena looks between the both of us, understanding dawning on her face. She takes my hands in hers, squeezing them.

"Then we go. We go now."

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, her strength always the turn-on, especially when she'd just complained about how sore I'd made her last night.

With the anticipation of what was to come, we ready ourselves in silence, eating a small breakfast before wrapping our silver heads up in hoods.

As Elaena takes a moment to rebraid her hair I scoop little Jaehaeryn up in my arms, taking him by the window to watch the crowds of people walking by.

"Today's an important day, little one. You'll be riding a dragon for the very first time, so you'll need to be brave do you understand?"

"Dragon!?" He beams.

Laughing along with him his excitement is contagious, reminding me of my own childlike excitement when I'd flown on dragon back for the very first time.

I take a glance in Elaena's direction, making sure this conversation was strictly between us. "You must promise me you'll stay with Elaena. No matter what you stay with her, can you do that for me?"

Pursing his lips he's confused by my intensity, still a bit unsure he nods with a childish grin, "Fly on a dragon? Stay with El?" He holds up his fingers, counting to himself.

"That's right, little one." I grin proudly, ruffling his hair to calm his wild bedhead.

Though Elaena stood on the opposite side of the small apartment with Ser Erryk, I could still feel her eyes burning into me, watching from afar.

"Are we ready?" Erryk asks, going for the door.

Pulling up Jaehaeryn's hood, I hand him to Elaena who wraps him in her cloak.

For a moment, our eyes lock over his head, the pull between us taut with tension. My stomach turned with unease and I knew within the next hour, everything would change but one thing was certain, Elaena and Jaehaeryn were the priority if all else failed we would help them escape at any cost.

I take a deep breath, craning my neck lower to place a quick peck atop Jaehaeryn's head.

Caressing Elaena's face, I press my lips to hers.

"Try not to do anything reckless, my song. I'd like a long life and many children together, hm?" I disguise my worry with a smirk but my sweet girl sees right through me knowing me all too well, her eyebrows knit in with concern.

"Me? Reckless?" She grins with a seductive pull at her lips. "I should say the same for you, husband. I won't go without you,"

Her words hit me square in the chest. Elaena had most definitely heard what I'd told Ser Erryk earlier before she'd fallen back to sleep.

Unwilling to lie to her ever again I keep my mouth shut instead, hoping it wouldn't come down to that.

"My Prince, if we wish to fit in with the crowd we should leave now,"

Taking her hand I lead her to the door, giving her one last longing look before he opens the door. The sunlight floods in practically burning our pale skin and we're swallowed by the crowd.

I loop my arm with Elaena's, hugging her body close to mine but it's useless, it was pure madness.

"This way!" Ser Erryk shouts out over the crowd. Linking our arms like a chain, it's the only way to stay connected in the mob of people who were shoving and pushing to get to the front of the line, and where that was I feared to see for myself.

Searching for relief we turn down an adjacent alleyway only to be swept back up by another group of people, this time running from something or someone behind them.

For a moment Ser Erryk hesitates before guiding us back from which we came, but where all three roads now converged into one, the waves of bodies become a wild sea, some clinging to their children, their belongings, and even their livestock.

From behind us a group of gold cloaks rounded up the strays riding atop horses shouting their orders and if they saw either one of us, we were done for, our white blonde hair a dead giveaway.

I look down at Elaena, her flustered eyes meeting with mine when she's yanked away from me. She and Jaehaeryn are fading from my sight as their pulled in with the crowd, and my heart jumps to my throat, Elaena's violet eyes pleading with me to save them, "AEMOND!"

Even in the chaos I hear her, the voice of my wife calling out to me when everything around us tried to pull us apart.

Pushing through the commoners I keep my eye locked on her, refusing to lose them in the madness.

"MOVE!" I don't care who I hit, or who I hurt, I had to get to her.

They're within my grasp when a hand wraps around her arm pulling her towards them and I snap.

Like a wild boar, I charge through everything in my path until I'm in reach of the man who has her in his hold already reaching for her hood to unmask her in front of everyone.

Snaking my arm around his neck I rip him away from her, throwing him to the ground and rearing back my clenched fist to land blow after blow until his dirtied face is bloodied and bruised.

A gold cloak calls out to us, demanding I stop but he had no clue who I was, I would stop when I saw fit.

"Aemond, please," The only voice that can stop me is hers, bringing me back from my dark pit of rage. Letting her pull me away from the man Ser Erryk catches up with us, learning from his earlier mistake and staying close to our side so as to not lose sight of one another.

We turn a tight corner where gold cloaks and commoners alike were packed wall to wall the entire alleyway up the sunlit hill where the Dragonpit sat among the clouds, its bells ringing for the city to hear.

Having no choice but to follow the crowd I hold Elaena close, glancing to make sure Jaehaeryn's blonde head is fully covered as we walk through the monstrous steel double doors. The sunlight from outside pours in acting as a spotlight illuminating the raised podium at the head of it all where most of my family stood, with the exception of my older brother himself.

I hang my head, keeping my face from view realizing my eyepatch wouldn't help my disguise either.

"They're here. They're all here... look at them so proud of themselves." She grumbles, cradling Jaehaeryn's head to her chest while she memorized every face of the traitorous Green Council that had plotted this from the very moment her mother was named heir to the iron throne.

"Elaena, don't. Your face easily stands out in a crowd," I grumble, taking her chin in my fingers and turning it down. Elaena's vibrant violet eyes when hit with the sun were beacons.

"Now's hardly the time to be flirting with me, Aemond." She rolls her eyes and her quick mouth brings a smirk to mine despite the circumstances.

"Perhaps, but I'm afraid it doesn't make it any less true, darling."

"This way, quickly," Ser Erryk motions us to keep moving, leading us to the outskirts of the crowd where we can make a quick getaway.

"People of Kings Landing! Today is the saddest of days." Though the chatter dies down an unsettled murmur comes over the crowd and the voice is unmistakable, it's my Grandfather the mastermind of it all.

"Our beloved King, Viserys The Peaceful is dead."

Heads turn in every direction, their whispers of speculations humming throughout.

"But it is also the most joyous of days. For as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish that his firstborn son Aegon should succeed him!"

Some believe my grandfather's statements, but others shake their heads in confusion, knowing full well that my father had already named his heir long ago, our oldest sister, Rhaenyra.

Aegon had never wanted to rule, he despised duty and responsibility and that was no secret even to the common folk though they applaud anyway, most of them unaffected by which Targaryen sat on the throne, others already speculating for years that Aegon would supplant her.

"This is treason. Viserys would've never wanted this..." Elaena's heart breaks with her words, neither one of us getting a moment to properly mourn my father and this was not it.

From the left side of the Dragonpits two straight lines of soldiers march parallel, pushing everyone out of their path until there's a perfect open walkway to the front of the pit.

In silence they follow the command of their Captain, turning to unsheath their swords as the trumpets play a royal tune.

Watching for his familiar blonde head my throat burned with anger, but there was nothing I could do, not yet.

Barely tall enough to see I only notice Aegon's arrival when the swords held in the air above him swing back down as he walks by each of the knights.

I can't see his expression, I can only take notice of his demeanor.

Aegon's shoulders were slumped, his usual life and confidence void with each step he made closer to the platform where our Mother and Grandfather waited for him.

To the side stood Helaena and Daeron, my little brother much too happy for his own good but I look away, hoping they don't notice me watching them.

Ascending the steps Aegon approaches my Grandfather slowly, still unsure of himself.

My mother steps forward, not in black for mourning, not in red in support of our house but Hightower green, making it clear where her loyalties lay. Placing a kiss on Aegon's forehead it was perhaps the closest thing to affection I'd ever seen between the two of them.

With a slight nod from my grandfather, Aegon kneels awaiting the anointment of oil from the maester in his ceremonial robes.

"May the warrior give him courage. May the smith lend strength to his sword and shield. May the father defend him in his need. May the crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom!"

The old man's voice bellows through the hall of its people, and as he steps away he holds the crown... the Conqueror's crown.

Handing it to Ser Criston himself, Elaena stills beside me her nostrils flaring with unrelenting rage though we could do nothing to defend her mothers crown.

"That son of a bitch..." She growls, my girl as ferocious as ever.

"We have to go now. While there's still a distraction," Ser Erryk, comes up behind us reminding us of our plan.

Taking Elaena's hand in mine I keep the other on the hilt of my sword.

I lead the way with Ser Erryk behind us, keeping an eye out for any stray guards who might stop us but we were closer than we've ever been to escaping.

Peeking out his little head, Jaehaeryn looks around at his new surroundings, throwing off his cover in turn bringing Elaena's hood down with it.

"Dragon?!" He asks loudly, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

"Sh, yes little one but you must keep quiet," I warn.

I can almost spot Vhagar's hall when a deep voice calls out from behind us, "Princess? IT'S THE PRINCESS!"

Elaena's bottom lip trembles, looking between me and the guard quickly gaining on us with a couple more on the way.

When she hesitates Ser Erryk grabs her arm, taking her ahead of me so I can trail behind.

"Let's go, Elaena, get to Seasmoke! Now!"

Taking off in a sprint our heavy feet gives way to the dirt beneath our feet, my heart beating in my ears but I keep my eye on Elaena, always the priority.

We almost make it to the end of the hall when we're cut off by another group of knights.

Elaena however has a better plan, veering us down a familiar back pathway.

For a moment we lose them, reaching Seasmoke who already felt Elaena's panic trying to break free from their chains.

First thing first, Elaena places Jaehaeryn down at her side working on the chains around her dragon's neck as the small boy stares up at the beast in wonder. He points and jumps adorably and under any other circumstance I'd be enjoying every moment, but the knights ascend on us and it becomes clear Ser Erryk and I won't be able to take them all.

Unsheathing my sword the singing of its steel brings all attention to me and like the loyal knight he was, Ser Erryk does so as well, the both of us standing guard of my entire world and I wouldn't let them have her.

"My Prince, there's too many of them," standing at my back he holds his sword at the ready but he was right. I would make it out alive, but they would kill him and that was not how I would reward our only hope of escape.

"We give them enough time to escape as I said before, and you run." My voice is thick. I wouldn't have enough time to reach Vhagar, this would be where she'd have to leave me.

Elaena pushes the rusted steel from his neck with all her might and Seasmoke rears back his head, his roar shaking the very stone walls around us threatening to crumble and crush us all.

As I turn to go to Jaehaeryn I'm rushed by a knight and our swords clash the striking of the steel ringing out like a bell as the poor boy see's who his opponent is, I discard my hood, making it perfectly clear who was helping the princess escape.

Taking his moment of surprise I slit his throat, moving on to the one who charged at me from behind him ducking and driving my sword through his thigh, sending him to the ground with his comrade.

High off the bloodshed, I strike another in the chest, kicking his body back and off my bloodied sword when I hear her Valyrian commands from behind us,

"DRACARYS SEASMOKE!"

Her mighty dragon lights our attackers ablaze, the fire glowing in our eyes as if her help had come from the heavens though Jaehaeryn is terrified, screaming for Elaena now that the beast hadn't seemed so friendly.

With the relief Elaena provides I run to Jaehaeryn taking him in my arms, no clue how to calm him down when he had every reason to be scared.

"Aemond-" Elaena runs towards us as Ser Erryk provides cover while most of the men scream as flames engulfed their bodies.

"You have to go, now!"

"I won't leave you!" She cries, her voice breaking as tears well in her eyes.

"You must, Elaena! I'll be right behind you!"

Though the flames danced around us Elaena rests her forehead on mine, our eyes locking before I press one last kiss to her lips knowing well within my heart Ser Erryk and I would not make it out of this.

"Aemond, I can't-" Glancing around at the horror around us I turn her face back to mine.

"Look at me, it's you they want. They'll kill you Elaena, please," I beg, wishing for a moment my wife wasn't so damn stubborn.

"I love you," She whispers, finally agreeing with me though it didn't make me any happier than her that we were being separated.

"I love you, my song, with everything in me. Now go!"

Elaena turns to climb atop Seasmoke and I follow her with Jaehaeryn in tow.

"You'll protect her, won't you Jae?"

Bending down to whisper in his ear his cries begin to settle, "She's everything we've got, you and me." His tear-stained eyes pout up at me, the pressure weighing on his small shoulders.

"We love you too little one, always remember that, hm?"

Offering me a short nod, I give him a quick kiss on the top of his head before handing him to Elaena who clutched him to her chest as she adjusted herself, strapping them into the saddle.

Our eyes lock one last time before Seasmoke stretches his wings, and with an angry roar of defiance, they're off.

I watch them until they disappear through the clouds and just like that a part of me is missing, the hole in my chest almost bringing me to my knees.

They're safe, they're free.

We've succeeded.

But in the same breath, she was gone and nothing good could ever come from us being apart.

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The noise around me is deafening, my sole focus on the silhouette of Seasmoke fading into the skyline with my soul in tow.

"My Prince!" Ser Erryk brings me back to the here and now just before a sword is swung at my back, giving me a moment to dodge it.

Grabbing my sword from off the ground I swing low, striking the knight's hand to disarm him before running to Ser Erryk, "We have to make it to Vhagar!"

Our chances of escape were slim but I had to try.

The flames Seasmoke contributed were fading quickly, our cover sizzling away when we were left with no choice but to run.

Taking a left turn back into the darkness of the dragon pits I can hear Vhagars cries, trying with all her might to break the chains that held her.

We turn the corner to what I think is freedom when we screech to a halt, coming face to face with not only Vhagar but Tessarion mounted by his rider Daeron and Sunfyre with Aegon, the usurper himself.

Sunfyre's gold scales shimmered in the light just as beautiful as she was ferocious while Tessarion wore a smirk similar to his rider, my younger brother Daeron who would feed me to his ice blue dragon the moment he was given the order.

Though Vhagar was twice the size of my brother's dragons she was in chains, powerless in a moment like this we were outnumbered.

I'd brought Ser Erryk to his death, wishing I'd sent him on his way instead of allowing any help from him.

"There you are, brother. It seems you've missed my coronation. I'm King now, you should kneel." Aegon chuckles at me, the brother I'd known gone.

"Hmph. I see no king, just a pretender."

Aegon's face twists with anger, his nostrils flaring and Sunfyre reacts snapping her neck to roar feet away from me but I don't flinch staring the dragon down in her yellow eyes.

My older brother jumps from his saddle, and the gold cloaks cut off the exit leaving nowhere to run.

Ripping my arms back behind me it takes two of them to keep me restrained, Ser Arryk personally seeing to his own brother who'd helped Elaena escape.

"I'd kill you here if it weren't for our mother. She's demanded you remain unharmed,"

Taking a few steps closer his jaw twitches, as he smirks at me before reeling back a fist and slamming it into my stomach knocking all the air from my lungs.

"But a King doesn't respond well to demands,"

Hanging my head I spit at his feet as Vhagar cries out for me, unable to help though she lights the sky with her flames.

"You've committed high treason against your own King. You helped that little whore escape."

"You son of a bitch," Using my last ounce of strength I launch myself at him only making it a few feet until I'm pulled back by two men serving to entertain Aegon more with my struggle.

"Ah, ah, ah! I've let her go this once, but your lady wife won't be so lucky next time. How do you think she'd fair against both Daeron and me? Hm? Perhaps there's still time to find out-"

Aegon turns to Daeron but I see red when he threatens her my heart seizing as if his fingers were squeezing it himself.

"'NO. You won't touch a fucking hair on her head!" I growl more animal than man, Vhagar's roar paling compared to mine.

"Won't I? Perhaps I'll take her as my prisoner and make you watch as I pierce her heart with my blade."

Just as I'd done to Tessa.

Closing my eye I do all I can to rid the mental image of Elaena dead in my arms but it's a mistake, leaving me open to another hit to the ribs, this time with his knee and punch to my face nipping my bottom lip with my teeth.

Running my tongue along my teeth I part my lips with a cough. Blood drips from my mouth but I welcome the sting of the pain, only relieved it was me ending his assault and not Elaena.

She would be safe at Dragonstone with her family. They wouldn't let anything happen to her, and with much luck, they'd storm the capital.

"How disappointing. You're not nearly as threatening with your dragon in chains are you, big brother?" Daeron's smart mouth chimes him from atop his dragon.

I grin, my teeth bloodied from my spit, and my stare blazing through him. I didn't need my dragon to kill them, just my hands. "I assure you I remain just as threatening,"

"That's enough!"

My grandsire emerges from the group of gold cloaks but I look away allowing my long blonde hair to cover my face hardly able to stand the sight of him.

This was his fault. He'd manipulated all of us and now we'd all pay the price.

"Our quarrel is not with your own brother, my King. We need every sword we can muster,"

Hearing him refer to my demon brother as King only makes it that much more real.

"He helped her escape-"

"But he remains. Forgive me, your grace, but... perhaps the gods have separated them for a reason that's most beneficial to us."

And what the hell was that supposed to mean?

Aegon didn't seem convinced but he'd gotten his fill of watching me suffer... for now.

Scoffing at our grandfather, he doesn't agree but doesn't disagree either.

Aegon's sunken eyes examine me with disgust, his lack of sleep prevalent in the dark circles that swooped below them.

Directing his attention to the men who held my arms behind my back he barks his orders.

"Put him in a cell. Make sure he's uncomfortable. And his knight? Hang him along with the others," With a wave of his hand

"Aegon, NO-"

"THAT'S AN ORDER FROM THE KING, and you'll do well to remember just who wears the crown, brother. Not Rhaenyra, and certainly not your bastard wife!"

"You son of a bitch, Father would've never wanted this," I scoff, glaring at him as if my stare could burn him alive.

Aegon spins back around, the vein in his forehead popping from his pale skin.

"Father's dead! Betray me again and it's likely you'll join him in the seven hells." Spitting at my feet he turns to walk away from me but I'm struck on the side of the head and it all fades away, a distant memory and I succumb to it.

***

When I come to I'm unconvinced I'm awake, the rancid smell of the dungeons something from straight out of my nightmares.

As I go to move a sharp pain shoots through my chest forcing me back down to the ground and I hiss in pain clutching my ribs.

It wasn't anything I hadn't dealt with before in my training but I've never had to recover in a dungeon cell.

Better me than her.

I'd take a million beatings if I knew as I lay dying she was safe. Everything I did was for her, for our family and I prayed they made it to Dragonstone safely, otherwise, I'd take this whole city down with me.

I was thankful they hadn't known she was carrying my child. Aegon would've surely gone after her then, torturing me in the only possible way how and that was through Elaena.

I have to make it out of here.

I have to get back to her.

This time there would be no help. Ser Erryk had given his life helping us and we'd failed him, his own heroic loyalty was his downfall. I could only hope his death was swift and painless.

Leaning back I rest my aching head against the wall. I hadn't had a headache quite like this since the night I had my sapphire planted in my stolen eyes place.

Closing my eye I trace my own scar just as Elaena did, wishing it was her soft fingers I felt. I'd wondered what she was doing at this very moment. She must've been worried sick that I hadn't returned to Dragonstone with her as I'd promised.

Would Rhaenyra and Daemon accept Jaehaeryn? If the rumors of the Prince's bastard reached Dragonstone her arrival alone with a child in tow would surely ruffle some feathers.

Elaena's parents were never my biggest fans and right now she was enduring it all on her own.

How long would they keep me here? If they feared I'd ruin their plans they were right. If there was a war to be fought I sure as hell wouldn't be fighting it from down here.

I don't know how long I sit in the darkness of the cell until a light in the darkness approaches.

Blinking slowly I tilt my head to glance at the figure, hoping for anyone other than who I lay eyes on.

Ser Criston Cole looks down at me ashamed but he doesn't say a word, bringing the torch closer to my face to bring my wounds to light. His dark brows draw together as he surveys my state.

"Your Prince commands you to set him free,"

"I'm Lord Commander of the King's guard now and you're a traitor to the Realm."

"I never pegged you the type to feast at my father's corpse, Ser Criston. I protected my wife. Did you expect me to simply hand her over to them? Aegon would've had her killed."

"You should've considered it a mercy. It was a mistake to have made her your wife, to begin with-"

"A MERCY?" Standing I flinch at the pain but push through it pulling myself up with the iron bars.

"Mind your tongue, Cole. I may be behind bars now but I assure you it's only temporary." I grit through my clenched teeth.

Shaking his head he scoffs at me. "The hope is that this is temporary, my Prince. Your mothers requested your presence at the small council meeting. It's within your best interest you hear what they have to say,"

I throw my head back laughing darkly to myself. "I've got quite the handle on my own interests."

"Aemond-"

"And if I don't go?"

Narrowing his eyes at me he doesn't budge, disappointment sagging his features.

"From where I'm standing you don't have much of a choice."

Taking a deep breath I refuse to tell him he's right so I keep my mouth shut instead.

If I had any chance of returning to Elaena the first step would be to get out of this cell.

Backing away from the door I hold up my hands in surrender so he could open it.

Without a word between us, he clasps my wrists with a set of iron cuffs locking them and leading us to the small council chambers where I can already hear the muttering of snakes from inside.

Ser Criston pushes open the doors and silence washes over them all at once.

With the exception of my siblings, most of those who stood behind Aegon as he was crowned sat around the large rectangular table.

At the helm sat my mother, and next to her the hand of the king himself my grandsire, not at all fazed by my entrance.

Pushing out of her chair my mother rushes over to me.

"My son," As she goes to cradle my face I pull away from her, my mother's betrayal stinging still.

"What did they do to you?!" She cries, wiping the dried blood from my lip but I turn my face.

"Nothing your King didn't command," I reply, my voice tired and husky.

Once those words leave my mouth everyone at the tables hangs their heads, none of them brave enough to make eye contact with the fallen prince.

If the King was capable of torturing his younger brother, what else would he be capable of?

"Ser Criston, unchain my son."

"Your grace-"

"Unchain him." She demands, raising her voice.

Hesitating for a moment Cole does as he's told, releasing me from my shackles.

"Take a seat," My mother's voice is soft and regretful but it wouldn't make up for what they'd done.

Doing as I'm told I take my time, glaring at all of the men sitting around the table.

Though my entire side aches I don't let it show holding my breath with every move I made.

A few chairs down sat Tyland Lannister, eager to open his mouth but I hadn't forgotten his comments in the past regarding my wife.

One moment he was complimenting her figure and the next he was plotting to steal the throne from her mother.

He would be one of the first to die.

"I've been told it's within my best interests to hear what you have to say and given I don't have much of a choice I recommend one of you begin talking."

"You're hardly in a position to be making demands, boy." My grandsire, annoyed with my lack of cooperation glares at me in warning but I lacked fear eying up the raven-haired lord who sat beside him, Jasper Wylde.

Perhaps he'd be the second...

Clearing his throat the master of law avoids my stare, looking to his fellow lords for help.

Coming to his aid, the lord of Casterly Rock speaks up, "There is the question of where certain houses' loyalties lie-"

"They all swore to Rhaenyra years ago,"

"Only because there was no other choice," my grandfather mentions but I notice my mother become uncomfortable, picking at the skin around her fingernails.

"Lord Borros Baratheon has four daughters, all of them unmarried. With the right proposal-"

Slamming my fist on the table everyone flinches but I've only just begun now that their plan for me became clear.

"ARE YOU MAD?" I shout, standing and kicking my chair back behind me sending it crashing to the floor.

"Enough!" My grandfather demands.

"Did you truly expect me to annul my marriage for some Baratheon girl? For my usurper brother's claim? Is that why you brought me here?!"

"Aemond, don't-" my mother stands, rushing towards me to calm me down but we were far past that.

"I swore an oath to her, to my wife. And though oaths sworn mean nothing at this table I intend to keep mine."

Grabbing hold of my arm she keeps her voice low, embarrassed by my outburst. "Aegon is the King! The allegations you toy at are treason! Your brother is giving you a chance at a clean slate-"

"You'd have to kill me to separate us. Do you have that in you, mother? Hm? Would you kill your own son?"

Staring at me wild-eyed my mother shakes her head, "Of course not-"

"But you'd kill mine?" I growl, happy now to reveal what they'd all only guessed at.

Instead of being ever the proud grandmother her face falls, her worst nightmares becoming a reality. If our audience could escape the mounting tension they would, but instead, they watch with horror.

"It... it's not true, it's just rumor" she stutters glancing at my grandsire for his reaction but he avoids her gaze. Being the hand of the king, he'd known all along.

"Elaena carries our firstborn son inside of her. One day he'll sit atop the Iron Throne like his mother before him, and Rhaenyra before her." My heart skips a beat when I say her name, flowing over my tongue like honey, and I was missing her sweetness already.

"They'd put your brothers to the sword, you know this. Daemon would never allow Rhaenyra's claim to be challenged!"

"So you instead put her family to the sword?"

"We will give them their chance to admit fealty and kneel for their rightful King."

"And you expect Daemon and Rhaenyra to go quietly? For Elaena and I to go quietly as you steal my son's birthright?!" I snarl at her.

"Unless you plan to plunge the seven kingdoms into war, yes! We have a duty to keep the realm united."

"You've only driven the realm apart with this madness! It's you who called the banners to war, hanging their lords and ladies in the Red Keep for all to see!"

Raising my voice she cringes at my tone and Ser Criston steps in between us his hand on his sword at the ready.

"I will not stand idly by and suffer these insults you throw at your mother, the Queen!"

"Queen? My mother is Queen dowager at best." I spit taking a step closer to him, egging him on.

"Go on, Lord Commander, hm? Draw your sword if you wish to wear a similar scar-"

Tyland jumps from his seat closest to us, terrified to get blood on his fancy robes but I seize the opportunity to swipe the small dagger that hung around his waist.

Twirling it between my fingers it feels damn good to be armed again even if it was this feeble excuse of a blade. I bring its pointed tip to his cheek just a hair below his dark brown eye.

"Stop! The both of you!" My mother shrieks, pushing us apart but her palm presses against my sore ribs causing me to flinch back in pain.

"Is this what you want for yourself? You've lost everything because of this girl!" My grandsire interjects but he presses a sore spot, taking me back to the night Elaena was accosted by that man. It was because of him I almost hadn't made it to her in time.

"Elaena IS everything, have I not made that perfectly clear?"

With tears in my mother's eyes, it seems to finally sink in.

I was no longer just her son, no longer just a child that she could move about as a pawn at her whim. I was a grown man who thought and fought for himself and his family.

"If this is where you wish to draw your line in the sand, just know I'll be standing on the other side with my wife and my child. Let me go or lock me away I'll always find my way back to her."

I wait for their reply but I strike them speechless. Taking that as my sign to go I start towards the door but Ser Criston grabs my arm.

"No! Let him go."

"My Queen?"

"Let him go." My mother repeats defeated dropping her arms to her sides.

Deep down a part of me snaps. The boy who'd cried for his mother and father's affections was desperate for love no longer.

I'd found myself in Elaena, I'd found my heart and purpose in her eyes and it was she who taught me, love came without manipulation and secrets. It was light and free and protective.

My mother's brown eyes pleaded with me to stay but I was done for the moment Elaena placed her lips to mine.

Dropping the blade to the floor I turn, pushing open the door and slamming it shut behind me.

I was going home.

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The breeze blew through my hair and I take in a deep breath of fresh air.

Freedom.

Keeping Jaehaeryn close to my chest I tighten the straps, making absolutely sure he was as safe as possible flying atop a hundred-year-old dragon.

The child screams with half joy and fear shaking his long hair in the wind and I could almost forget the hallowing pit in my stomach that grew with each passing moment.

Surveying the skies, I expect with Vhagar's wingspan they'd catch up to us but we were quickly approaching Dragonstone and Aemond was still nowhere to be found.

This morning I might have been dazed but I'd heard him when he told Ser Erryk that I was the priority when to me, he was just as important.

I couldn't raise these children without him, without my partner.

Descending upon the many mountains of Dragonstone, Seasmoke's wings disperse the low-lying fog and he gracefully lands, looking to his left and right for Vhagar just as well as me.

"Welcome to your new home, little one. Welcome to Dragonstone," Putting on a happy face, I feign excitement knowing in my heart of hearts that something had to have gone wrong.

"Home," He breathes in awe staring down the hill at the many dragons that either lay sleeping or eating, almost in protection though my family inside had no idea of the looming threat of Kings Landing.

"Uncle Aemond come home?"

Biting my lip I blink away the uncertainty but nod anyway more for myself than for him.

"Of course. But today we're going to meet some new people, hm? You're going to be meeting my family now."

I imagined they'd seen us arrive but they would be shocked I'd returned alone, with a child in my arms and another growing in my belly.

Rumors had spread of my pregnancy at the capital but it was still unclear if they'd reached Dragonstone yet.

Taking a deep breath I unstrap Jaehaeryn, helping us both down into the plush grass such a stark difference from the rough gravel and sand of the Dragonpits.

Seasmoke stretches his wings, taking back off to fly in the open air, just as relieved as I am to be home where we belonged.

Hand in hand Jaehaeryn and I walk the long stretch of the bridge as Seasmoke's cries filled the sky. Our dragons might've not mated as we had, but they were certainly bonded and Vhagar was missed almost as deeply as Aemond.

I could only hope wherever he was, he was safe. If he was caught I could only imagine how angry he'd be that Aemond had helped me escape. Ser Erryk would surely be put to the sword, he had no mother queen to protect him.

Their sacrifice couldn't be in vain.

Once we approach the door, Jaehaeryn snuggles closer to my side.

Glancing around I kneel down so we're at eye level.

"There's no need to be nervous, little dragon. They'll love you as I and Aemond do."

Leaning into his ear I press a kiss to his temple, "You know... I have some little brothers that would be dying for a new friend."

At the mention of new friends Jaehaeryn's bright smile returns. Grabbing my hand he pulls me toward the door his little legs bouncing him up and down.

When we walk through the doors, the knights who stood guard eyed the both of us, judgment obvious even from beneath their helmets.

Coming into the sunlight the knight announces our presence.

My mother stood next to my father admiring the fire until they hear us approach. Turning to see us their surprised but relieved to see me despite the extra little dragon I'd brought along.

"Elaena!" Bringing me into her arms my mother's warm smile brings tears to my eyes. As she cradles my head to her chest I'm suddenly no longer a mother or a wife I'm simply a daughter who'd been away from home.

"It's so good to see you, my child. Letters are never quite enough, and who is this?"

Walking closer my father examines Jaehaeryn, already skeptical.

"This is Jaehaeryn. It's a bit of a long story but I'm afraid there are more pressing... matters to discuss."

Glancing towards my baby brothers with their handmaidens they're ushered out, taking Jaehaeryn with them but not before I kneel to offer him one last kiss on the top of his head.

"I'll find you in a short while. Don't miss me too terribly, hm?" Tickling his sides he practically skips along catching up with Joffrey who watched him with childlike curiosity.

I could only hope they'd turn out better than my brothers and Alicent's sons.

"That boy. The rumors about him are true aren't they?" Wasting no time my father starts in on his questioning but I couldn't be sure what he'd heard.

"He's Aegon's son born of his mistress on the Street of Silk,"

"And where is his mother, Elaena?"

"Dead."

My father's eyes widen, throwing his hands up into the air. "And what in the seven hells makes that child your responsibility?!"

"I wouldn't leave him there with no family, no home- Father, listen! That little boy is the least of your worries right now! It's about grandsire,"

Glancing over my shoulder at the knights who listened, I take a few steps closer to the round table.

I bring my bottom lip between my teeth nibbling at its dry skin while I twist at the rings on my fingers.

"Viserys is... he's passed away. And Aegon? They've crowned him King."

"How did Viserys die?" My father asks, his voice soft with his mourning. The last time I'd seen him quite so distraught was the day of Lady Laena's wedding. Though my father had a rough exterior when he loved, he loved hard.

Many speculated all my father desired was the throne but those closest to him knew better. All he'd wanted from his brother was acceptance.

"They say it was in his sleep-"

"How long ago?"

My mother cringes in pain, cradling her pregnant belly and I go to her but my father is more focused on the news I'd shared, eyes wide as he approached.

"Just last night. This morning they crowned him in the Dragon pits. We saw it all. Aemond and Ser Erryk got us to Seasmoke just in time."

My mother struggles with tears in her eyes but pushes through, "They crowned him, before the masses?"

"And where is he? Your knight in shining armor?" My father spits, and I'd expected this but his tone still stings.

"He's right behind me. He sent me ahead to make sure I wasn't followed,"

Daemon rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"His cunt mother and brother have stolen the throne and he intended to flee the capital with you?"

"They locked us in our chambers. Aemond's who broke down the door so we could warn you-"

From beside me, my mother cringes in pain reaching for the round table to support herself.

"No..."

Going beneath her gown she holds up her hand to reveal her palm covered in blood. The air in the room shifts and wordlessly my mouth hangs open petrified at what this could mean.

My mother's lips tremble. Taking shallow breaths she thinks it through, still recovering from the news but needing strength to continue dealing with blow after blow.

"The babies coming," She looks to Daemon for help but he stands frozen still with fear? Anger? It seems he can't decide either digging his fingernails into the wood.

Scoffing at him I call out to the knight who stood close by. "Alert the maesters! Now!"

As I help my mother to her chambers, the handmaidens flood the room once they hear, already helping her disrobe though my mother didn't make it easy for them.

She rips her arms from her sleeves stepping out of the fine fabric to double over in pain, cradling her stomach hoping with all her might she could protect my baby sister from the pain to come.

"Elaena!" She cries, beckoning me closer.

I rush to her side and she holds onto me gritting her teeth in pain and tears flood my eyes.

Could I lose both Viserys and my own mother in the span of a day? Visenya?

"Naught is to be done but by my command,"

"I'll see to Father," Turning to leave my mother tugs me back, "Whatever claim remains to me you are now its heir. Do you understand?"

"Mother, you're going to be fine-"

"Do you understand?" She repeats.

My throat burns but I nod in agreement. Giving her hand a squeeze I bite my tongue though the words weigh heavy on my heart.

I can't do this without you. My guide, my foundation.

"Find your brothers. Keep them close,"

With one last look, I let go of my mother's hands, leaving the maesters and handmaidens to their work even if it broke me to be so helpless.

Storming off I come to find Daemon has already assembled a small council of sorts around the round table already planning his descent into the madness of war.

As I approach the table I overhear my father's intentions.

"I'll fly to the Riverlands myself and affirm Lord Tulley's support-"

"You will do no such thing!"

Unaware of my presence the lords at the table turn to face me, astounded I'd speak out against my own father who made grown men tremble in their boots.

"Mother has decreed no action be taken while she's abed."

The men around the table shift on their feet uneager to get in between two ferocious dragons.

"It's good you're here, Elaena. You're needed to patrol the skies with Seasmoke, you're brothers will do the same-" My father brushes me off and I can't say I'm surprised but something shifts within me.

"Did you hear what I just said?" I snap.

Avoiding my eyes my father resumes his conversation, "The raven's Lord Bartimos."

The old man nods curtly, taking his leave while he still can but I'm bubbling with anger as my mother cried into the abyss where her husband wouldn't answer instead plotting his war.

"I know you hear her just as well as the rest of us, father. She calls for you!"

Growing more frustrated with my tongue my father spins to face me keeping his voice low so as to not be heard by the other men.

"What chance would your mother stand if we were ascended on by those traitors, hm? Death and war wait for no man, woman, or child. The sooner you grasp that the less vulnerable you'll seem."

My eyes burn into his not daring to disagree because I'd known he was right but that didn't make me any less angry with him for abandoning her.

Aemond would be by my side through it all, refusing to let another man, maester, or handmaiden touch me if he could help it.

"Summon Ser Steffon. Our Kingsguard are needed on the Dragonmont." Seemingly done with me my father grabs his sword, brushing past me with a knight trailing behind him but I stand frozen, helpless.

***

My mother's screams of pain and heartbreak go on into the night and my tears along with her.

Visenya was gone and there was nothing that could quell the ache of emptiness her death brought.

It was too soon, my little sister hardly had time to grow and develop and I could only blame myself for being the catalyst.

Holding my stomach desperately I sought comfort in my bed, hoping the familiarity and smell of home would sustain me but it did nothing against the barrage of fear that consumed me.

I couldn't help my mother and I couldn't help Aemond wherever he was.

I could do nothing. I was helpless.

With sweat blanketing my body I throw off the covers rushing to the window to throw it open for any relief of fresh air.

Running my fingers over my black sapphire necklace I felt in my heart that Aemond was in danger.

Tilting back my head I take a deep breath to stop the tears looking to the moon that lit the sky when a large dragon's shadow fills its shape.

My heart skips a beat, knowing it was him before my eyes could confirm it.

Vhagar lands gracefully atop the hill beside Seasmoke, her ferocious roar telling anyone who'd listen that they'd arrived for their Queen.

Once I'm sure it's them I throw a heavy robe over my dress practically running for the door.

"Princess! It's not safe!" A knight calls out to me but I ignore him, only one thing on my mind.

Though the night chill had a bite my heart pounded in my chest pumping my warm Valyrian blood through my veins.

As I climb the steps I spot him at the further end of the bridge. Even from afar, he seemed exhausted, walking with a bit of a limp and I expect the worst.

My excitement morphs to worry, my running to reach him desperately.

"Aemond," I breathe.

At the sound of my voice, he lifts his hanging head, and his gaze settles on me, softening when he sees me running toward him.

Dropping his bags just in time I jump into his arms.

"There she is, fuck it's good to see this beautiful face." Aemond snakes an arm around my waist holding me up as he presses a kiss to my temple.

"I was so worried," I cry, no need to play strong when Aemond was around.

"I'm so relieved you made it here safely. He threatened to go after you I-" Pulling away to get a good look at his handsome face, his lip is split and there was still dried blood around his nostrils from a bloodied nose.

"What did he do to you?!"

Brushing away my stray hair he looks me over for himself, sorrow reflecting in his sharp features.

"Nothing I haven't endured before, my love. I'm fine," jumping down from his arms he cringes in pain but he tries to hide it from me.

"No, you're not. You're hurt," I frown, tracing my thumb over his bloodied lip when I realize he's alone. "Where's Ser Erryk?"

"I was. I'm not anymore but... Ser Erryk was put to the sword. We were found just after you got away." Narrowing his eye as he examined me he notices my pink eyes immediately. "Have you been crying, Elaena? What's happened?"

"It's Visenya... My mother lost the baby, Aemond. She's gone, my little sister is gone." I cry, the tears free falling down my pink cheeks and now even Ser Erryk had paid the ultimate price, his blood on my hands as well.

Bringing me back into his arms he presses his reaffirming words into my ear.

For a while, we stand there in the cold breeze and Aemond simply holds me as I sob into his chest, finally feeling safe enough to grieve and the emotions are overwhelming.

"I'm sorry, my song. I'm so, so sorry." He whispers, stroking my hair being the only way to calm me down.

"I was afraid to fall asleep. I can only imagine what waits for me when I close my eyes-"

"Shh, I won't leave your side I promise you. Come, let's get you inside." Leading me across the bridge Aemond keeps me close as his gaze is focused toward the sky keeping his eye peeled as if they could ascend on us at any moment.

As soon as we break through the front doors my father is approaching us with Jace trailing behind him along with two knights intent on getting his answers.

"You dare to show your treasonous Hightower face here? Your usurper brother sent you as a spy has he not?!" My father reaches over me taking a handful of Aemond's cloak but he pushes him off and away from us.

"You should be thanking him!" I interject but my father doesn't even glance my way.

"I'll reserve that right until he tells us just who he intends on fighting for."

What he says makes Aemond chuckle softly from behind me in disbelief. "I've made it perfectly clear who I fight for, Prince Daemon. If I brought you my brother's head on a Valyrian platter you'd name me a Kin Slayer. So which is it, hm?"

"And yet you haven't answered the question," Jace steps forward, my father's little dog all bark but no bite.

Aemond blinks slowly turning his head to my younger brother. Taking a few steps closer to them the knights reach for the swords and my husband's lips twitch restraining himself from smirking down at Jace.

"I fight for Elaena. I swore my sword to her before I took her as my wife."

"Your mother and grandsire swore oaths to Rhaenyra years ago and no sooner stole her throne! Hightower word means nothing here,"

Interjecting I force myself in between them, "He's not a Hightower. He's not one of them!" As I defend him I can hardly focus on my words with his hand slipping around my tiny waist.

"He's my husband and he's Targaryen! We don't choose our parentage. We'd know better than anyone else wouldn't we Jacerys?"

Jace's face falls and though I don't mention his father by name, he understands exactly what I mean. We were both bastards, only royalty by the sheer luck of the mother we were born to.

Aemond tugs me back into his chest separating my brother and me. "There isn't time to be arguing amongst ourselves. They're seeking out a marriage pact with the Baratheons. Any day now they'll be sending an envoy on my brother's behalf."

"And they told you to warn us before sending you on your way?" My father questions still skeptical.

"It was me they wished to marry off."

Whipping my head back to look at him I scrunch my face up in disgust.

"Have they forgotten it's me you belong to?!"

Aemond quirks an eyebrow at me, his violet eye hazing over with familiar heat when I claim him so publically.

Brushing the curve of my jaw with his fingertips he tilts his head slightly to stare at my lips, "You're quite adorable when you're jealous, my love."

Still frazzled by his deep voice I barely have time to speak before a knight interrupts us.

"My Prince! The Princess requests your presence in your chambers."

Without looking at the knight, my father stares between Aemond and me in conflict.

"Seven hells," Rolling his eyes in frustration he waves at his men dismissively but points to the both of us.

"We'll speak more privately come morning. It's not safe to be outside the castle walls this late. There's no telling who could come ashore with... bad intentions." Eying my husband up and down Daemon turns to disappear down the dark hallway with Jace following closely behind.

Clasping our hands together I didn't want him out of my sight for the foreseeable future.

For a lingering moment, I stare as they walk off but Aemond gives my hand a tug.

"Let's go to bed, my song. Nyke'd hae naejot ōregon ñuha ābrazȳrys."
*I'd like to hold my wife.

In the darkness of the hallway, I nuzzle my nose next to his and our lips meet. The small kiss we share is an intimate one filled with relief that for another night, we were safe in each other's arms for now.

As we make our way back to our chambers I loop my arm with his, leaning my head against his arm as we walked, keeping him close.

Closing the door behind us Aemond sets his things down on the table stretching out his sore muscles not realizing I watched him with a pained expression from behind him.

Slowly Aemond unbuttons the front of his leather tunic. Unable to help myself I place my hands on his bare chest as soon as I see it. The entire rock-hard surface of his chest was covered in fresh bruises but where it was worst was around his ribs.

"Aegon did this to you?" I ask timidly, looking up at him from beneath my long eyelashes.

He nods slightly, watching me trace the colored shapes on his skin until his violet eye drifts shut.

"I'm sorry. I should've stayed to fight with you-"

Grabbing my wrist Aemond shakes his head, his jaw tense when I say such a thing.

"No. You would've given him the perfect opportunity to get his revenge and take you from me. It's exactly what he wants."

"But he hurt you I could have helped-"

Grabbing my face he rests his forehead on mine. "Elaena, I would've taken a thousand beatings to know you and Jaehaeryn were safe. Your life holds much more stake than mine," His lips cock up into a grin when he sees how flustered I become at his closeness.

Aemond tilts his chin ever so slightly, his mouth hovering just above mine. As he leans in for a kiss I cut him off, our lips brushing with each word. "I'd like to disagree. There must be some reason they let you leave with your life."

"Mm." Taking my hand he brings me over to the bed and I crawl beneath the covers to guard myself against the chill.

While he shrugs off his leather tunic he drapes it across the back of a chair but keeps his eye on me.

"When my mother suggested I annul our marriage I told her she'd have to kill me."

I cringe when he says that, the dark fog of death hovering over us like a neverending storm. His mother might've not been bold enough to kill her own son, but could we put it past his own grandfather? His own brothers?

When he notices my expression fall he crawls into bed beside me with a frown, "Talk to me, my song."

Fiddling with my fingers I feel almost silly under his worried gaze. Wrapping me in his arms I snuggle closer into his chest.

"What if... what if this is all a sign from the gods? What if all that's to come is death and heartbreak? I almost lost my mother today, I could've lost you too-"

"Sh, Sh, Elaena you didn't and that is a sign from the gods." Aemond brings me into his lap to cradle me into his chest.

"We're still here and we've got plenty of life to live ahead of us. We have a beautiful son on the way and another little boy who loves you dearly... almost as much as me." Peppering kisses across the side of my head lightly I lean into his affections, feeling his words just as well as hearing them.

Reaching behind his head I unclasp his eyepatch, placing it on the bedside table.

"Hm, thank you." He murmurs sleepily, licking his lips as he made himself more comfortable.

"I wish you didn't feel that you had to wear it here."

"My sapphire can be a bit... off-putting. I wouldn't want this any more uncomfortable for your family than it is."

"Perhaps they'll realize you're here to stay when we tell them I'm carrying your son."

"Have they not already heard the rumors?" He smirks, ever the prideful father smoothing over the slowly stretching skin of my stomach.

"They didn't mention it. I fear there won't be a good time to announce it now with..." closing my eyes my baby sister's name gets caught in my throat and the pain is anew, the wound still fresh.

"We won't be able to keep it from them much longer my love. I may have announced it to the green council on my way out the door..."

"You what?!" I sit straight up and my sudden movement makes Aemond hiss in pain but he waves me off, still smiling.

"It slipped, what can I say? I can't wait to be a father to our young Prince." Aemond chuckles wiggling his eyebrows doing his best to disarm my shock and it works, his charm is my weakness as always.

My deep-set lips curve into a reluctant smile as he presses a quick kiss to my forehead.

"The news will reach Dragonstone soon and even sooner you'll be showing."

His calloused hands skate across my neck until he settles on my shoulders, massaging my sore muscles tenderly.

"There's war on the horizon and death in our home yet you're glowing, Elaena... and that can only mean one thing."

Humming in contentment I lean back into him giving his lips easier access as he whispers in my ear, "That my son grows inside of you, and just like his mother will flourish despite the enemies that knock at our door."

Aemond rests his chin on my shoulder staring down at me memorizing every dip and curve of my features willing me to meet his gaze but I can't, my gut telling me none of this would be simple.

"I'll keep you safe and when Jaehaeryn and Aelyx grow they'll protect you just as fiercely-"

"I'm not worried about myself. It's everyone else, Aemond. If I'm all that stands what's the throne? What are power and gold and infamy? It would be nothing without you, without our family."

With my confession, the weight of the world is lifted from my chest, and my worst nightmares are finally put into words. Aemond cups my face but doesn't force me to look at him and I'm thankful.

"My sweet girl, you're so wise." He murmurs, "It's one of the many reasons I'm in love with you and it's one of the many reasons you'll make a wonderful queen one day. But all I need is the word and we'll disappear to the ends of the world with our family."

I turn up to look at him in shock. Neither of us had mentioned our lost dreams in quite some time. I was beginning to think it wasn't a desire of his anymore, that maybe he had enjoyed the idea of ruling together.

"Do you truly mean that?" I ask.

His eyebrows furrow in, more hurt that I had to question him but he reassures me anyway.

"Now, ten years from now, twenty years from now I'll mean it, Elaena. Everything is nothing without you, without who we love most." His voice holds a deep sincerity that I will never forget, his promise burned into my mind for as long as my heart would beat.

Everything is nothing without you, without who we love the most.

***

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The morning of Visenya's funeral is a somber one. Though the sun still shined bright in the sky its light was dampened by the fog and clouds that surrounded Dragonstone.

With the long night behind me, I'd woken up early, taking some time on my own to wander the hills and watch the dragons circle the skies.

The only one missing was my mother's dragon Syrax who still cried softly from the depths of the caves, refusing even my father to come out from hiding.

Below they prepared the ceremony as some lords and ladies from the island took their places when a small joyful voice breaks me from my trance, "El!"

Already, my frown is fading away as I watch him and Aemond who looked as handsome as ever climb the hill toward me.

The little boy breaks into a run and I crouch, taking him into my arms and holding him close.

"Look how grown up you are little dragon! Did Uncle Aemond help you get ready this morning?" Glancing up to catch a glimpse of my husband he's admiring us as he approaches, sticking both of his hands into the pockets of his long black coat.

"Mhm! And Joff too!"

With most of our wardrobe only consisting of black, to begin with, it was simple dressing him in hand-me-downs offered by the handmaidens that were once worn by Joffrey.

Aemond presses a soft kiss to my forehead brushing his fingers across the black sapphire that still hung from my neck.

"How are you feeling, my love? Long night?" He asks, his sharp blonde eyebrows furrowed in concern. I'd ducked out of our chambers before he'd had the chance to question me about my nightmares and the truth was, I was tired of talking about it.

There was nothing either of us could do, so I'd try my best not to worry him.

"I'm fine," I say and he sees right through it, frowning that I'd chosen to lie instead of being honest with him.

Instead of pushing me on it, he offers me a sympathetic smile of understanding.

"Joff!" Jaehaeryn points to my brothers who are gathered below.

As I stare off toward the growing crowd Aemond takes a single braid of mine through his fingers, running the soft strand across his skin.

"I know the circumstances are... terrible to say the least, but you look beautiful this morning."

Aemond's compliment takes me off guard but I welcome it, my cheeks burning under his tender gaze.

"Black has always been more our color," I giggle a bit and Aemond's expression softens at the sound, leaning in to press another kiss to my temple.

Letting Jaehaeryn down he takes hold of my hand and Aemond with the other, leading us down the hill.

The service that's held for my baby sister is a quiet one, in contrast to how she'd entered the world. Now that the screams and cries had ceased, the wounds remained and we all mourned in silence.

Atop the hill, my mother and father stood at Visenya's side watching from afar as the flames engulf her tiny body.

I try to keep the tears at bay though they burn at the back of my throat.

Now that I'd been declared my mothers heir, I refused to give any man reason to doubt my strength.

Though Aemond stood at least a foot taller than me I could still sense his concerned stare from beside me. Taking a milli-step closer his fingers brush with mine in way of question.

One by one Aemond's fingers interlock with mine and he gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. The comfort he brings almost makes me crack, a lone tear streaking down my cheek and onto our intertwined hands.

From the corner of my eye, I notice a knight making his way through the crowd. Standing on my tiptoes I try to get a closer look but the man is stopped by my father and the two guards that surrounded him.

"Who is it?" I whisper, but Aemond's eye goes wide when the man removes his helmet and turns his head to the side revealing himself to us and I gasp.

Ser Erryk holds up his hands in surrender and I go to step forward for him but Aemond holds me tight bringing me to a halt.

Slowly the knight brings attention to his satchel, opening its flap and removing its contents, and though we can't see it from where we're standing whatever it is brings my father's mouth agape as he reaches for it slowly.

Like a beam of sunlight through the foggy morning its golden glow was a beacon of hope and unity. Ser Erryk had not only managed to escape with his life but he'd managed to acquire the very crown my mother's father wore when he sat on the Iron Throne.

"I swear toward the Queen. With all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children, I shall guard her secrets obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor." Ser Erryk's proclamation resounds in everyone's hearts, his loyalty inspiring all who watched.

Holding his brother's crown in his hands my father looks it over in disbelief before turning to my mother who watched from afar.

With my mother's eyes still tear-stained pink with mourning, my father approaches her and places the very crown on her head.

Without hesitation, my father kneels tilting his chin to his wife with the utmost respect and admiration, "My Queen."

His words echo like a thundering wave across the small crowd that had gathered and one by one, everyone kneels.

A bit confused, Jaehaeryn looks to me for guidance but it's Aemond who gives him a reassuring nod, kneeling beside me in allegiance with his sister, my mother even after all our families had put each other through.

I want to kiss him, throw myself into his arms for making such a statement as this, for when Aemond said he'd do anything for me, he truly meant it. His loyalty was not just words, it was action.

But was it possible? Could Aemond truly forgive them?

***

My father stands at the helm of the painted table, his arms behind his back as he waits patiently for my mother, the queen.

Rhaena and Baela stand with my brothers who seemed deep in conversation. I imagined they'd be getting married soon if it weren't for all of this.

We all had been years if not months away from married bliss, building our families together but no. War would come first.

Brushing my hand over the many divots and shapes of the painted table the maesters light a long stretch of candles in a metal plate sliding it beneath.

The creases and markings that made up the seven kingdoms were lit ablaze, bringing the dark stone to life and I stared in awe.

In the many years, we'd lived on Dragonstone the painted table was never necessary. There was no reason to plot and defend, only live and prosper.

Twisting at the rings on my fingers I almost feel him, looking up to the door as Aemond walks through it and he finds me right away, our eyes locking from across the room.

All day Aemond had taken it upon himself to look after Jaehaeryn, doing everything he could to keep any stress off of my shoulders that he could burden himself.

When he sees me it brings a small smile to his lips and he's already closing the distance between us.

As he walked by my brothers and the girls, Aemond offers them a curt nod returned by all but Jace who still stared weary of my husband, more like my father than he'd care to admit.

If Aemond notices he ignores them, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Leaning against the painted table he stretches his muscles after having been running himself ragged all afternoon. "Joffrey and Jaehaeryn seem to be getting along nicely. He couldn't wait to get back to play with them."

"That's a relief I was worried he would end up like-"

"Like me?" Slipping his large hands around my waist he tips back his chin to smirk down at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"I suppose, but you didn't turn out too despicable did you?"

"Just enough I'd say. There's no telling the man I would've become without you," Leaning his forehead against mine I think he might kiss me in the room full of people and I'd let him with the way he was devouring me with his gaze.

"And now you'll never know,"

"Hm," he hums in response his vexing violet eye locked onto my lips. Instead of brushing my mouth with his he gently traces my bottom lip with his thumb.

"I'm dying to taste these lips, Princess... but your father and brother haven't taken their eyes off of us."

As I glance toward them over Aemond's shoulder our knight in shining armor comes through the threshold.

"Ser Erryk!" I rush to him, eager to thank him for what he'd done for us and I can feel Aemond's jealousy from behind me as he watched.

"Aemond told us they put you to the sword! I'm so relieved to see you live and well,"

"I have my brother to thank for that. Granted, when word reaches Kings Landing of my arrival in Dragonstone it'll be him they go after." He shrugs with a bit of sadness but looks me over for any harm.

A presence approaches me from behind and at first, I assume it's Aemond but when he speaks I'm corrected, "Ser Erryk, I haven't had the chance to thank you for assisting in my daughter's escape,"

The knight lowers his head in respect, "It was only my duty, your grace."

There's some commotion in the hall and a few stragglers wander in. All of the conversations in the room halted as we all listened carefully to the approaching footsteps.

My father motions me to the painted table and Aemond and I take our places beside my brothers though my father stares daggers at my husband, who I'm sure felt the heat but doesn't sweat.

When my mother rounds the corner with her personal Queens Guard everyone stands at attention, holding their breath as we all realize we're witnessing history in the making.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of her name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Your Grace,"

Everyone bows their heads in respect and I can't help the small smile that comes to my face. My mother is a stunning pinnacle of power striding toward us and her face is solemn staring straight ahead at my father who announced her entrance.

Stepping forward Rhaena offers my mother a goblet of wine and she waves her and Baela over to join us at the table. Taking their spots beside Lucerys and Jacerys they exchange shy smiles, still so innocent in their relationship beginnings and I wish to myself that I could relive Aemond and I's beginnings as well.

"What is our standing?" The Queen asks, and my father is quick to respond.

"We have thirty knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and three hundred men-at-arms. Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired. We already have declarations from Celtigar, Staunton, Massey, Darklyn, and Bar Emmon."

Jace marks our allies on the map and my mother points to another.

"My lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale will not turn cloak against their kin."

"Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace. With Prince Daemon's acquiescence, I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover."

My mother and father share a look and I can sense the tension thickening by the second and the maester stiffens in fear.

"Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed... He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war."

"I'm going to treat with him myself." My father replies simply and my mother's expression hardens, understanding personally now the friction between Daemon and Viserys.

My father would always be a Rouge Prince, answering to authority whenever he saw fit.

"What of Storm's End and Winterfell?" My mother asks.

"There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath, and with House Stark, the North will follow." Maester Gerardys announces, offering hope.

"Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises... and our enemies?"

"We have no friends among the Lannisters. Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him, and Otto Hightower needs the Lannister Fleet." My father turns his pointed stare to Aemond who rests his hands on the table with his shoulders set back with confidence

"It was Tyland who suggested they make a marriage pact with the Baratheons. With only my youngest brother without a wife, I suspect they'll offer to marry off Daeron."

"Then the Riverlands will be essential." She concludes but Lord Bartimos takes a step forward.

"Please forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria... Dragons."

"The Greens have dragons as well-"

"They have three full-grown dragons without Vhagar on their side it would be a massacre. Now, we need a place to gather, a toehold large enough to house a sizeable host. Here, at Harrenhal." My father places another piece on the table and my mother takes a deep breath at the mention of it.

"We cut off the west, surround King's Landing with the dragons and we could have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns."

Aemond's gaze turns down, his body stiffening when my father speaks so lightly of taking the lives of his family but he's not the only one, my mother shifting her weight between both of her feet.

"Viserys spoke often of the Valyrian histories. I know them well. When dragons flew to war... everything burned. I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone."

"Are you considering we bend the knee, Your Grace?" my father scoffs.

"As Queen, what is my true duty to the realm? Ensuring peace and unity? Or that I sit the Iron Throne no matter the cost?"

"That's your father talking-"

"My father's dead, and he chose me as his successor to defend the realm not cast it headlong into war."

"Well, the enemy have declared war! What are you going to do about it?"

Beneath the table, I grab Aemond's hand at the harsh tone my father used with my mother in front of all these people. She was no longer just his wife, she was his Queen.

The temperature in the room climbs but my mother bites her tongue, not giving in to his ploys with the audience they had.

Approaching my mother from behind, Ser Erryk timidly breaks the silence, "Your Grace, a ship has been spotted off the coast bearing the Seasnakes banner."

Grandsire.

At the mention of Lord Corlys a few faces brighten around the table and my mother uses the distraction.

"Clear the room. Elaena, take the girls to greet them at the docks and show Lord Corlys to his chambers. We'll convene for dinner and I'll welcome them properly," My mother's expression softens when she speaks to me and I smile, attempting to break the tension.

"Yes, mothe- Your Grace." I want to slap my hand over my mouth, my cheeks blushing at the slip-up but no one thinks anything of it. The maesters are off to send their ravens and my brothers are saying their goodbyes to Baela and Rhaena for the time being.

Aemond's possessive hands slip around my waist turning me to him before I have the chance to walk away.

"Don't take too long, my song. All this talk of killing and war puts me on edge... I want you close."

I couldn't imagine the conflict that was stirring within him at this moment. He strived to keep me safe and now, it was becoming almost impossible to keep us all safe and sound at once.

"Come with me," I propose but Aemond shakes his head.

"Princess Rhaenys doesn't trust me. There's a reason your mother sent you. If Corlys and his wife hold any doubt of your mother's cause it's you that'll sway him." He explains and my lips tighten with a frown.

Politics, of course.

Noticing my shift he caresses my face and gives me a quick peck on the temple before glancing over his shoulder at Baela and Rhaena who approached.

"I'll see to Jaehaeryn and meet you at dinner, hm?"

I nod reluctantly and watch his broad shoulders sway as he walks away but his presence is quickly filled by Rhaena and Baela who were more than thrilled to be welcoming Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.

Without wasting much time we make our way to the docks but already spot them from the stairs as they disembark the ship.

"He looks even better than I'd hoped!" Baela exclaims, being the first to take the stairs two at a time letting her lively curls blow in the winds behind her.

When they spot us their faces lift, taking us into their arms.

"My girls! How wonderful it is to see you all safe and sound!" Princess Rhaenys exclaims as we all take our turns embracing, soaking up the moments of safety we all had together.

Though Lord Corlys still walked with a bit of a limp he was no longer using his cane as he had when I'd seen him at the Stepstones. The month of rest had done him well, but what was to come none of us could tell.

Giving my shoulder a squeeze he offers me a sympathetic smile, "My deepest sympathies for little Visenya. If you're any tell of what a woman she would've grown to be this world will sorely miss her... but I'm afraid it's Viserys who made the tallest waves."

"They tried to lock her away, Grandsire. She and Aemond barely escaped with their lives," Rhaena tells him in horror and I'm relieved to hear her include Aemond despite the speculation that surrounded him.

"Aemond? I find that difficult to believe," Rhaenys scoffs and I ignore it, feigning a smile.

"You've arrived just in time for dinner. The Queen sent us to welcome you and show you to your chambers as she finishes her meetings,"

Lord Corlys and his wife share a look of knowing but they follow anyway, speaking no more of Aemond or the Hightowers, at least for now.

After showing them to their chambers I make a quick getaway to change, eager to see Aemond who I knew would be feeling the heat in a dining room filled with people who distrusted him.

I would've been asking the world of him if I'd asked him to choose my family over his but that hadn't been the question. The question would be if ultimately, he'd pick me, and it was a question I never had to ask.

When we'd found out Aegon was usurping the throne my husband didn't have a second thought, he'd just reacted, ensuring my safety by going against his brother, his grandsire, and even his mother.

When I step out from our chambers I'm pleasantly surprised to see Aemond sitting on the window sill, waiting for me patiently.

Sensing my presence he turns his attention to me and his cold expression fades into something familiar and warm.

He grins as he closes the distance between us, "My beautiful wife,"

We were both hungry for something other than food, and with all of this stress I craved a distraction, I craved Aemond.

"Why didn't you join me?" I ask with a slight pout but he brushes the hair away from my face and presses a tender kiss to my lips before reluctantly pulling away.

"I heard you singing and... I'm a selfish man, I admit. I didn't want it to end."

His admission ties my stomach in knots, wondering what on earth I'd been singing earlier, and a shy blush consumes me as I bring my hands to cover my face.

"Oh, I- I didn't even realize I was-"

Aemond's large hands clasp with mine, bringing them down from my face so our violet eyes connect, and I'm struck by the sight of him.

"Don't, Elaena. You don't have to shy away from me,"

With the quickly falling sun in the sky behind him, my husband glowed with the subtle blood-orange sky but even still, the most captivating sight was Aemond's soft heartfelt gaze meant only for me.

As I melt into a puddle at his feet, Aemond tips my head to the side so he has easier access to the length of my neck. Trailing his kisses up to my ear, I take a fistful of his leather tunic, sucking in a sharp intake of breath at the multiplying sensation that I couldn't get enough of.

"I know we're expected in the dining hall soon but, I'd rather be having you for dinner,"

My heart was beating out of my chest but, Aemond still spoke with poise despite his words, the corner of his plump lips tipping up into a sexy smirk.

"Have your meal soon, in a month or two I won't be able to take you so easily, or be so... desirable." I chuckle, already growing insecure with the changes in my body at being almost two months pregnant.

"What makes you think you being pregnant won't turn me on even more? Besides, I've always been a man of challenge and conquest," As he leans in for another kiss I place my finger on his lips.

"Is that what turns you on? Pregnant women?" I tease.

"You turn me on, Elaena. And you carrying my child night and day is an honor I don't take lightly. Every moment is a moment closer to meeting him, a little dragon of our own, and by the time he's born your mother will sit on the throne and all of this will feel like a dream."

His palms come to rest on my stomach in affection but I'm not so easily convinced Aegon will give up his crown.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I have to be, my song. Remember?"

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Every candle in the dining hall is finely lit and placed among the many dragon statues built into the stone walls.

Patiently we all sipped at our wine the air still tense surrounding the table and though I'd assured Elaena only moments ago, I was just as scared as she was, if not more that this peace wouldn't be so easily achieved.

Aegon wanted his revenge and it wasn't at all clear how far he'd go to get it but I'd go even further to protect what I loved.

Now that Elaena had been declared heir it was she and I who sat beside my sister who had entered alone.

It was assumed Daemon had already taken flight to treat with possible allies.

With everyone seated the arrival of Lordy Corlys and Princess Rhaenys is announced and Luke and Jace stand to greet them exchanging warm hellos and pulling out Baela and Rhaena's seats.

"Lord Corlys, it brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again." Rhaenyra smiles, standing as well to greet our guests.

"I'm very sorry about your father, Princess. He was a good man..." Lord Corlys takes a look around searching for someone who isn't here.

"And where's Daemon?" He asks, disappointed.

"There were other concerns that demanded the Prince's attention..."

He doesn't seem happy with the vague reply but takes his seat next to his wife opposite Baela and Rhaena. As we all fill our plates there's no small talk, only talk of war plans and allies.

"We've heard your list of declared allies... too few to win a war for the throne."

"Well, we would also hope to have the support of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark-"

"Hope is the fool's ally."

"Both Arryan and Baratheon share blood with my house, but all of them swore oaths to me."

"As did House Hightower..." Turning his head to Aemond he continues, "If I remember,"

"As did you, Lord Corlys." Elaena snaps, my spitfire quick to remind him and come to my defense. Sitting back in my chair I rest my hand on her thigh with a possessive grip, my way of thanking her as I intended to the moment I got her alone.

The Seasnakes rough exterior crumbles staring at his granddaughter with pride. Elaena might've not been related by blood but Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys surely loved their grandchild like their own.

Smiling to himself he shares a look with his wife and continues, "Your father's realm was one of justice and honor. Our houses are bound by common blood and common cause. This Hightower treason cannot stand."

"You have the full support of our fleet and our house, Your Grace." Corlys bows his head in respect and Elaena's chest falls with the breath she'd been holding but I'd known all along he would bend the knee. To deny Rhaenyra he would then be denying Elaena and he would be eternally loyal to his granddaughter.

"You honor me, Lord Corlys, Princess Rhaenys. But as I said to my bannerman, I made a promise to my father to hold the realm strong and united. If war's first stroke is to fall it will not be by my hand. I wish to know who my allies are before I send them to war." My sister speaks with elegance and wisdom, earning an impressed expression from Lord Corlys who seems even further justified in his decision.

"A consequence of my near demise in the Stepstones and the bravery of your daughter and Aemond is that we now control them. A total blockade of the shipping lanes will be in place in days, if not already. The Narrow Sea is ours."

Beneath the table, Elaena reaches for my hand squeezing it as she's unable to show it on her face but I can feel it in the air as well, hope.

Perhaps we would spare ourselves the bloodshed after all. It was not only Elaena who held love in her heart for a 'Hightower'. My mother could deny it all she liked but there was a connection between her and my sister that was years older than even Elaena and I.

Though my mother had conspired to steal her crown, Rhaenyra would not seek blood only justice.

"If we further seal the Gullet we can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to Kings Landing."

"I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself," Prince Rhaenys adds, returning Rhaenyra's warm thankful smile.

"When we drain the Narrow Sea, we lay siege to the Red Keep, convince the Greens to surrender and no lives need be lost,"

"But if we are to have enough swords to surround King's Landing we must first secure the support of Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End. We'll have ravens sent out first thing,"

"We should bear those messages. Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they're more convincing. Send us." Jace speaks up for the first time all evening and at his suggestion, Luke stiffens but doesn't show any fear.

Dropping her fork Elaena shakes her head, her grip on my hand tightening and her innocent purple eyes widening in terror as she looks at me, willing me to read her mind.

"What is it?" I whisper but when the words leave my mouth it hits me.

Lord Corlys nods, agreeing with his oldest grandson, "The Prince is right, Your Grace."

Rhaenyra thinks it over for a moment but she's easily swayed by the brown Strong eyes that stared back at her. "Very well. Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Erie to see my mother's cousin, and then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark, whom I'm sure you're familiar with. Prince Lucerys will fly south to Storms End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon."

"No!" Elaena shouts and the entire table turns to look at us bringing a light pink blush to her cheeks. "It's too dangerous, Luke he's... he's too young!"

She grasps for any reason to cling to other than the fact that she'd already seen the death of her little brother in her dreams, they'd call her mad.

"I'd sooner expect Cregan to side with greens considering how Elaena broke their betrothal," Jace scoffs, rolling his eyes but with the mention of the Stark Lord my patience wears thin.

Speaking before Elaena has a chance I lean forward to lock eyes with Jacaerys, "If you're timid young prince I wouldn't mind taking Vhagar instead. I'd say she'd be more convincing than Vermax."

"Vhagar is old and weak! She could be easily shot from the skies with how big a target she is!"

"Oh? Why don't we see for ourselves? Mount your dragon and we can have a bit of target practice-" I smirk at him, my threats empty but nevertheless getting beneath his skin and he's not the only one who grows uncomfortable.

Elaena tosses her napkin onto the table and my smirk fades.

"Aemond, you're not helping." She spits at me under her breath but I lick my lips biting back the satisfied grin that itched at my mouth when my sweet girl puts me in my place.

"I can do it, Elaena. Everyone is doing their part I want to do mine as a Prince of the Realm. I have a duty just as you and Jacaerys,"

Little Lord Strong was showing some strength after all but he didn't understand, Elaena had seen his dragon fall from the sky.

With Luke's proclamation hot tears come to my wife's violet eyes and I act without a second thought, standing from my seat.

"I'll go with the young prince. It'll show we're united despite our past... conflicts."

"You? I'm expected to put my brother's life in your hands?!"

I expected Jace to fight me on this, but I'd kept Elaena perfectly safe despite her antics.

"Your sister's life has been in my hands time and time again, or have you so easily forgotten? There hasn't been a moment I didn't protect her with everything within me,"

If Elaena hurt, I hurt it was that simple but the poor Prince hadn't experienced love as consuming as ours how could he understand?

"My sweet innocent sister didn't take your eye! She shares your bed, after all, doing gods know what-"

"That's enough," I growled, warning him just this once as I dug my fingernails into the oak of the dining room table. Jace could aim his venom at me but I wouldn't allow it when it concerned my wife.

From the corner of my eye, Elaena hangs her head embarrassed her brother would bring up our intimate relationship at the dinner table.

I could rip him to shreds for how he was making her feel.

"I trust him." Luke's timid voice from across the table shocks all of us and my stiff shoulders sink in more confusion than relief.

Locking eyes I can sense his unease. He most certainly didn't trust me but he trusted Elaena.

"Luke? You're sure?" Rhaenyra asks but I keep my gaze locked on her son, waiting eagerly for his response still in utter disbelief.

"Lord Borros is a prideful man. He'd be honored to host two princes and their dragons. And if he harbors any doubt, I have faith that when he sees Vhagar descend on his castle he'll change his mind." Lord Corlys agrees with me earning a side eye from his wife who wouldn't so easily trust me.

"Then it's settled. Prince Lucerys and Prince Aemond will treat Lord Borros at Storms End."

With those matters settled dinner proceeds as normal but I can feel Elaena's cold shoulder from across the seven kingdoms.

She picks at her food with her fork simply pushing it around instead of eating and I know she's worried.

Sliding my palm up her thigh I reach for her hand beneath the table but she yanks it away from me sending a figurative knife through my heart. Her straight face stares ahead ignoring me only driving the knife deeper.

The conversation goes on around us and it serves to my irritation.

I'd just offered myself and my dragon to protect her little brother, the very same little brother who took my eye years ago. Was that still not enough for her?

One by one everyone retires to bed and in silence Elaena and I walk the stretch of the hallway to our chambers. Neither one of us is intent on speaking first as the tension between us thickens with each second.

Elaena reaches for the door handle but I slam my hand into the wood shutting it in front of her.

I startle her and she turns abruptly, scowling at me but I press her body into the door with my own giving her nowhere to go.

"I just solved all of our problems what could you possibly be upset with me about?" I rasped, struggling to keep quiet.

Her eyes burned with anger as she stared up at me, the spark between us ignited.

"Solved our problems?! You've only added to them! Now I have to worry about the father of my child as well as my baby brother!"

"I'm going to ensure his safety, I only offered because of what you saw in your dream!" My tone comes across as more aggressive than I mean it to be and her face contorts in anger reaching for something behind her before the door gives way beneath my hand.

All of my weight caves into the empty doorway and Elaena steps aside letting me stumble into our dark chambers.

"Seven hells Elaena!"

"Hmph serves you right," She smirks at me closing the door behind us.

Discarding my eye patch I throw it to the side and run my hands through my long hair in frustration.

"What is it you want from me?! Everything I've ever done has been for you, Elaena. Do you still not trust me?" I plead and I brace myself for her honest answer.

"That isn't the point! Of course, I trust you!" She shouts back, her fury turning her eyes a darker shade of violet as if I needed another reason to stare into them.

"What IS the point?!" I grumble as I lose my edge and back her into the dresser.

Her hands go to steady herself resting on the dresser and I take the opportunity to cage her in placing my hands on either side of her.

Elaena's well-endowed chest rose and fell with her deep breaths and I watch like the sick man I am, eager to tear the dress from her body and taste every dammed inch of her.

"I don't trust Daeron or Aegon or Lord Borros for that matter. I don't trust death will spare us forever and I can't fathom losing you both." She admits.

"You will never lose me-"

"You can't promise that! You know damn well you can't!"

Throwing my head back I crack the tense muscles in my neck but reel in my impatience reminding myself who I'm arguing with.

"Then what can I promise? Tell me what the hell you want Elaena!"

"I don't want either of you to go! If you're right about Daeron he'll be waiting for you! This is too dangerous-" Lifting her I place her on the dresser knocking some of her jewelry onto the floor.

"And if he is it won't be of any consequence. I'm stronger, I'm quicker, I'm smarter and I have everything to lose and that makes me a volatile threat. He'll go down in flames if that's his wish I'll grant it if that means I come home to you!"

Elaena stares up at me wide-eyed when I say such a thing and I know if given the choice she wouldn't make hers so easily.

"He's your little brother..." Her voice cracks when she begins to see past the man I was for her, seeing the darkness for what it was. She could never bring pain to one of her brothers, she had a heart of gold in contrast to mine and it was what had drawn me to her like a moth to a flame.

"You're my wife and the mother of my child! It doesn't matter who threatens you. They'll be torn apart limb by limb and fed to my dragon, all of them." I growl, cupping her face between my hands but she frowns.

"Aemond-"

"This is the man you married, Elaena. You're the only light in this black heart of mine and I'll do anything to protect it. Anything."

Biting at her lip Elaena rests her forehead on mine and takes a deep breath in surrender. Our lips are so close I can almost taste her and with my nerves on edge, I'm trembling in anticipation of relief.

I'm so enthralled by her I don't notice when she raises her hand to rest her palm delicately on my cheek.

Her expression softens as my tired eye flutters closed.

"I know who I married, though I suppose I needed reminding..." I can hear the slight smile in her voice and I open my eye to see the beautiful sight for myself.

"There she is," I mutter to myself, only making her smile wider. "Come here,"

Brushing her lips with mine is my way of asking for permission and once she gives it I'm a desperate man. Parting her lips my tongue slips inside her warm mouth and our breathing grows erratic, her breasts pressing against my chest over and over again threatening to break free from the dress she was quickly outgrowing.

As our tongues thrash against one another I take a handful of her hair, yanking her head back so I can trail hungry kisses down the side of her neck and mark what's mine.

Nibbling at her most sensitive points, she arches her body into me and my straining cock relishes every bit of friction she offers.

Elaena reaches behind her back to begin undoing her dress but I'm much too impatient for that.

I grip the hilt of my dagger and its steel rings through the air as I bring it up the front of her dress, cutting the fine fabric right down the middle her bare body is instantly at my fingertips but she gasps in horror.

"Aemond, this is one of the only dresses I fit in,"

"Then we no longer have a use for it, do we darling?"

"I won't be pregnant forever," She pants but I chuckle against her neck.

"At this rate, you will be,"

Claiming her lips once more she moans softly into my open mouth and I take that as a challenge to make her pleas louder.

I push the fabric off her shoulders and notice the knick I'd left at the top of her breast and cringe.

"What?" She doesn't notice it at first the cut is so small but the blood still drips down her breast and we both watch it, the only thing that could distract me from my pulsing member between my legs.

"Fuck, Elaena, I'm sorry-"

Like a craved animal I follow the thin trail with my tongue and her breathing stops as she watches me with hooded lavender eyes.

Kissing the minimal wound she hisses a bit at the sting but guides my mouth back to hers and our sloppy passionate kiss continues.

The taste of her blood lingers between our mouths and it turns me on even more that it doesn't bother her, making her just as desperate as me to seek out one another's pleasure.

Lifting her from the pile of torn fabric I crave to feel her bare skin against mine and I can already smell her dripping desire in the air.

I drop her onto the bed, admiring every inch of her growing body as I unclasped my garments but my sweet girl grows impatient, slipping her own fingers between her slick folds.

Elaena's breathy moans fill the room and I grow desperate while I watch her squirm beneath me when it wasn't me who brought her that pleasure.

Once I have my trousers off I step in between her legs, pumping my rock-hard dick so slowly it could count as torture.

"Aemond," She calls to me, her fingers slowing as I kneel, parting her legs further apart.

Arching her hips up to meet me I take hold of her waist and yank her to the end of the bed until my face is buried in her mouthwatering cunt.

Lapping my tongue over her sweet sensitive clit she bucks beneath me and immediately those hands tangle themselves in my long white blonde hair tugging me closer.

I happily oblige dipping my fingers into her as she clenches around me and I'm close to coming undone just watching her.

When her grip on my hair grows tight I know her climax is close and I want to claim it as my own.

Curling my fingers ever so slightly inside of her, she trembles around me and I grin to myself, proud I'd grown to know her body so well.

With a few more aggressive flicks of the tongue, her ecstasy was mine but I wasn't done with my sweet wife yet.

As she's still recovering from her climax I don't waste a second in wrapping her in my arms and guiding her to the top of the bed where our pillows lay perfectly placed across the headboard and I get an idea.

Assorting the pillows I lay her down on her back gently as I whisper into her ear, "I'm going to have my fill of you, my love, so much so that when I go, your pretty cunt will ache for me until I return." My voice is unrecognizable, horse with my pent-up desire and now that I'd taken care of my queen, I'd have her for myself.

Yanking a pillow free from its royal cover I rip off a long end and toss what I don't need to the side.

"No fine fabric or silk is safe from you is it, my prince?" Elaena giggles but the smile she wears won't last long.

"Not where you're considered, ñuha vāedar." I smirk to myself, a bit nervous about how she'd react but just moments ago I'd been licking her bleeding wound.
*my song

Taking both of her wrists I wrap the torn fabric around her hands and set them atop the headboard. Feeding the ends through the wood pegs I restrain both of her hands.

"To think, you've protected me all this time just to punish me now," She groans, taking her restraints with ease like the good girl she was.

"I would hardly count what I'm about to do to you as a punishment, but you will have to keep those hands to yourself." Helping her turn her head to mine I lock lips with her for one last passionate loving kiss to ease her into the hellish acts I was about to commit.

Pressing my hard arousal against her soaking-wet clit I keep our lips locked as I adjust her leg so part of her body is turned but I can still see her beautiful face.

Lifting Elaena's waist I prop the pillow beneath her giving me the perfect angle to drive inside of her.

Making the first thrust I plunge into her deep and fast, and the satisfied groan that leaves my throat is primal.

"Fuck, Elaena... Fuck, my sweet sweet girl,"

"You're so deep, Aemond, keep- keep, please-" she begs, moving her arms to reach for me but to no avail.

I lean down to snake my arm around her waist to help with my desperate rhythm, taking the opportunity to nibble at the curve of her neck she leans back even further seeking my lips.

"Say it again," I demand, moving her hair aside, "Say my name again,"

Drawing out of her she gasps and I wait impatiently for her to heed my words.

She backs into me, in search of the fullness I'd taken from her as she struggles with her breathless words, "Ae-mond, Aemond Targaryen-"

Filling her once more I can hardly restrain myself, every muscle and drop of blood in my body urging me to let go when I quicken my pace, and I do, the searing pleasure engulfing my senses.

All I feel is the ultimate love, and adoration for my wife, my true love, my Queen. We'd always been meant for one another, two sides of the same coin, two flames meant to burn together.

Elaena goes limp in my arms, her body still recovering from the orgasm we'd shared but I didn't mind, I'd be her strength.

To make up for my roughness I leave soft kisses across her bare back as I hold her still, going to untie her.

Once her wrists are free she collapses into me trusting me to catch her and I do, turning her so she's laying more comfortably on her back. Inching myself off of her to fetch a cloth she grips my arm, pulling me back.

"Don't- Don't go," She pleads and it tears my heart in two but she keeps her eyes closed, her face hidden away from me.

Frowning to myself I reach for her, "Hey, look at me,"

Reluctantly Elaena turned her beautiful face to mine her eyes were still bloodshot with fresh tears and my first instinct was that I'd hurt her.

My violet eye goes wide as my chest lurches in fear, "Elaena, baby what is it? Was it something I di-"

"No, No, Aemond. You could never," Tears stream down her face but she shakes her head, burying her face in my chest and I'm only further confused.

"I'm sorry. I've gone mad... I just," She takes a deep breath after she struggles through her words but I run my fingers through her hair in an effort to calm her.

Waiting patiently for her to continue she presses a light kiss to my chest and I can feel the wetness of her tears against my skin, breaking my heart.

"I don't want you to go, and it may be weak of me-"

"It's not. You're not weak, Elaena."

My bluntness shocks her but it stops her tears.

"I'll protect Lucerys as fiercely as I protect you. We'll go to Storms End to ensure their house's support and we'll come home, I swear you this."

As I hold her delicate soft face in my hands her bottom lip quivers with what she wants to say but gives up on words, colliding herself into my chest instead.

Welcoming her into my arms I cradle her head to the crook of my neck and use the other arm to keep her body snug against mine.

"I just got you back. I don't want to push those odds again," she mumbles.

I cringe at her broken voice somehow bringing her closer.

"I know, sweet girl I know... but if we succeed there will be no more fighting. When Aelyx comes into this world it'll be a peaceful one, as it should be. I'll make it so."

Instinctively her hands go to her swelling belly. We wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer. With Elaena's small figure, it would become obvious within a week or two if people hadn't started to notice already.

"And when I return with the good news, perhaps we finally announce our wonderful news. That is if it hasn't already reached Dragonstone by the time I return,"

Though tears still streaked her face a small smile graces her lips.

There would be feasts, and celebrations and we'd never gotten such a thing as marrying in secret. Elaena deserved to be dotted over, and cherished publicly and when I returned I'd make it so.

Resting her forehead on mine she closes her eyes her small smile fading.

"Promise me, my prince," she whispers, as vulnerable as I've ever seen her. I clasp our hands tightly together and press my words to her ear.

"I promise you, Elaena."

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
I'd spent most of my morning in bed, watching Elaena sleep if that's what you'd call it.

There wasn't an hour she stood still, tossing and turning all through the night until she'd woken us both with her screams sometime after dawn.

How could I leave her? We weren't meant to be apart the gods showed us this but still, I'd made a promise to protect Lucerys.

Once we returned I could only hope these nightmares would cease. She needed her rest now more than ever and my sweet song wasn't getting any.

With not much time to do anything about it, I lean against the door frame watching her fuss over my things.

When she insisted on packing for me I agreed wholeheartedly, hoping it would give her some sense of control over this trip.

"I've never been but I've heard the maesters talk about how erratic the weather can be so I packed you a few different things to choose from depending on the day,"

Fiddling with the overwhelming amount of supplies Elaena had been more than helpful in packing anything I could need while we were away.

I walk up behind her snaking my arms around her waist and rest my palms on her belly.

Pressing a soft kiss to her neck I follow the trail of love bites I'd left the night before up to her ear.

"I fully expect to be home before these marks of mine fade away, my love. If I had it my way I wouldn't need a single change of clothes."

"If you rush things Lord Borros will take offense and it'll all be in vain-"

"Then I'll burn Storms End to ash, simple." I grin into her neck with a light chuckle but with my beautiful wife on edge, she doesn't find it as funny.

"Aemond," she sighs but I just as well enjoy the sound of my name rolling off her tongue.

Turning her so we're face to face I silence her with my mouth, pressing a possessive kiss to her lips and she melts, the tension rolling off her shoulders.

Reluctantly breaking our kiss Elaena's eyes remain shut savoring the bliss shared only when we kissed.

I run a few fingers through her long white-blonde hair and she shifts her weight to lean into me.

"You barely spoke at breakfast this morning. Tell me you won't keep all to yourself while I'm gone," I ask softly, tipping up her chin to look at me.

She bites her lip as a thought crosses her mind and giggles to herself, "I'll keep myself busy. Perhaps I'll offer my services to Jace and go with him to Winterfell. He may need help to convince Cregan after all-"

Grabbing hold of her chin I narrow my eye at her and a low rumble sounds in my throat.

"You'll stay here where I know you'll be safe." Instinctively my hold around her waist tightens possessively.

The corner of her plump lips lifts in a half smile at my reaction, my beautiful wife happy with herself for the rise she's gotten out of her hot-tempered husband.

"I'll be waiting by the window for you, my prince. Watching the skies for Vhagar until you come home to me,"

Her sweet words warm my cold heart but with how she talks it seems I'll be gone for months, although I could never part from her for that long. I was addicted to her, that much had always been certain.

Taking her face in my sword-worn hands, I brush the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip and an innocent pink blush floods her cheeks.

I was a jealous and possessive man and with a war on our doorstep, our life together was threatened only amplifying all of these already intense emotions.

How could I, a man made up of all things pain and darkness, deserve such a woman of light and compassion? The answer was simple I didn't, but perhaps after my trip to Storms End I'd be just that much closer.

I take advantage of our last few moments alone and kiss her with the entirety of my love and promise for her.

Our lips move together like we've done this our whole lives, only meant to kiss and love one another and no one else.

Reluctantly we pull away, her lips still kissed swollen from this morning and the evening before and I wished I could've continued worshipping her all morning long.

"We should get going. They'll be waiting for us on the dragon mount." I say, but I don't move, holding her for a few seconds more.

Finally, together we work up the courage to make the walk to the hills of Dragonstone where Vhagar, Arrax, and Vermax awaited their riders circling the skies.

Rhaenyra stood with her two sons, assuring them of their duties as Ser Erryk stood guard just feet away with a couple of his men who kept an eye on the handmaidens and Jaehaeryn who had come to see me off.

As we approach, Jaehaeryn's energy is endless, running to chase the shadows on the grass of the dragons that flew in the sky above.

His innocent giggles bring a smile to my face and I could almost forget I was leaving them.

As if he feels us, the careless child looks our way and runs toward us.

Adjusting the pack on my shoulders I lean down just in time to scoop our little dragon into my arms.

He points to Vhagar and Seasmoke flying together between the clouds, screaming excitedly.

"We go flying again? El takes me flying?" He asks and I chuckle deeply looking at my wife.

"Later, little one. We're here to say goodbye to Aemond. He's going to be leaving us for a short while." With a slight sadness in Elaena's voice, she clasps his cloak tighter around his body but Jaehaeryn jerks away from her his face scrunching up in confusion and anger.

"Leave?" he pouts, grabbing hold of my collar.

This little boy noticed my absence, missing me when I was gone. Was it possible I'd made that much of an impact on my nephew?

My father didn't spend hardly enough time with me and my siblings to miss him when he was gone. It wasn't until I was older that I'd grown to understand it hadn't been entirely his choice.

"I'll be back before you notice I'm gone," I promise. Looking between Elaena and Jaehaeryn I lean into his ear, keeping this our little secret. "But you know what that means don't you?"

Jae's frown fades when he remembers what I'd told him the last time we left one another and his bright eyes widen with recognition.

"That's right, little one. Be a good boy for Elaena, hm? And maybe when I return you can ride the glorious Vhagar." Tickling his sides his giggles fill the air and even Elaena smiles when she hears it, watching us with the twinkle in her eyes that I'd fallen so in love with.

Placing our ball of fire back onto the grass he runs through the open hills watching Vhagar as she landed beside Arrax, unsettling the young dragon just as I did Luke.

Maybe this trip together would change that... for all of us.

Following him up the hill I take hold of Elaena's hand giving it a reassuring squeeze but she keeps whatever she's feeling to herself, only worrying me more.

As we approach my sister and nephews we're welcomed into the fold and Ser Erryk presents an ancient text of the faith.

"It's been said as Targaryens we are closer to gods than men, the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer perhaps. But, if we are to serve the seven kingdoms we must answer to their gods. If you take this errand you go as messengers, not as warriors... swear it to me, now, under the eyes of the Seven."

One by one all three of us swear on the Faith of the Seven, there would be no fighting that is... if I could help it.

We would deliver our message and bring Lord Borros's reply back to the Queen, whether it be positive or negative. I would bring Lucerys back home safe and sound that was my task, to return home to my wife.

As I deliver my vow I keep my eye locked on Elaena, reassuring her in any way I can but she goes pale as time goes on, fiddling with her rings as she does when she's most nervous.

It was becoming real, there was nothing she could do to stop our departure now and I see it in her eyes the moment she realizes it.

From the corner of my eye, I notice Jace take Luke to the side.

I don't make out much besides, "Are you sure?"

I don't need to eavesdrop to know what Luke's truthful answer is. He isn't sure, none of us are but he trusted Elaena who from afar watched her brothers as I did.

As she goes to check on them I take the opportunity to speak to my sister.

Readjusting my pack nervously it's no longer just my sister I spoke to but our Queen, the mother of my wife as odd as that may sound to outsiders.

Growing up it was true I held onto spite and jealousy for my sister, but Elaena had driven those negative emotions out as she did so well.

"Aemond, I have faith you'll bring my son back safe and sound just as you have my daughter time and time again,"

"I wanted to speak with you about that. You gave us your blessing when you could've just as easily turned me away... why?"

Twisting her rings just as her daughter does she stares off at Elaena hugging Lucerys tight to her chest.

Rhaenyra finally turns to me and for the first time in years, we look one another in the eye.

"It was never for you, but I suppose you'd known that. All of her life Elaena never wanted much and what I knew then and even better now is that the weight of the crown is heavy... crushing." She takes a deep breath.

"And my daughter needs someone strong enough to carry that burden with her, someone, dangerous enough to deter any and all who stand against them but will love her just as fiercely as he'll protect her. And that... despite my husband's wishes, is you, Aemond." Rhaenyra spoke softly with wisdom beyond her years and it was quite clear now why my father had chosen her despite his firstborn son.

Elaena turns her blonde head of hair and notices the both of us atop the hill talking.

"I won't disappoint you. Or her." I promise and perhaps I shouldn't but my intentions are clear and have always been.

With a soft curious smile, my song climbs the hill and with a curt nod to her mother, I start toward her meeting her halfway.

"I never thanked you. What an ungrateful wife I've been," she frowns but I take her hand, placing a finger over her lips.

"Shh, you never need to thank me though it does sound quite nice," I chuckle, pressing one last kiss to Elaena's temple.

I rest my forehead on hers and trace the outline of her face, memorizing each inch though how could I ever forget her?

"I love you," she whispers quietly and I almost change my mind, tell Lord Borros to go to the seven hells and stay home with her. "We love you,"

Fuck I wanted to.

"I love you, issa vāedar." I reply. Words I don't say to her nearly enough.
*my song

"I'll be home soon, don't miss me too terribly, hm?" Offering her a half smile she offers me one in return but it doesn't reach her eyes.

Reluctantly I take a step back away from her and then another until our arms are outstretched and we're forced to drop each other's hands.

I tear my gaze from her and Jaehaeryn as he leans his head against her leg, watching me as I go and the pit in my stomach grows.

Nothing good ever came from us being apart.

Climbing atop Vhagar, Lucerys does the same but Arrax is anxious, taking off along with Jace getting a head start into the clouds.

Instead of following him right away, I spare one last glance at Elaena, who now stood with her mother watching from the hill.

Jaehaeryn clings to her leg watching us as the wind whipped through their hair.

I couldn't fail them.

Nodding my head with one last goodbye Vhagar stretches her monstrous wings and takes flight, following Arrax into the morning fog until Dragonstone is all but a faded island behind us.

Usually, flying cleared my mind but today all it did was muddy my thoughts.

Elaena was my voice of reason, my peace, and without her, I'd try my damndest to hold my silver tongue.

As we descend through the storm front, Storms End's curtains of the stone wall stand strong through the wind and rain. It's a fortress said to be one of the strongest castles in the realm but I was still confident Vhagar could turn it all to dust.

With the pelting rain, Arrax brings Luke to the very front entrance where as Vhagar has to take a different approach.

Elaena like all things had been right about the weather. Lightning was the only way to see in the downpour and where we think is an open area to land a burst of lightning shakes the ground, reflecting off the shimmering silver scales of nonother than Tessarion.

Rearing her head at us as we approached she lets out a cry from her throat but Vhagar doesn't falter, roaring back louder, fiercer to warn Tessarion to stay away.

The blue-winged beast flinches, bringing its head down to avoid her and it gives us the freedom to land.

I'd been right in the fact that they would send Daeron in my place but I'd hoped to be wrong. This would only further complicate things.

Doing as he was told Luke waits for me before entering and we're escorted by a handful of guards down a long dark hallway lined by flickering flames.

I keep Elaena's little brother a step behind me already stiff with tension and my hand on the hilt of my sword as if a threat could come from out from any corner.

I wanted this over with, and I wanted home to my wife.

"It's as suspected, Daeron is waiting for us," I mutter to Lucerys under my breath not intending to frighten him but his steps falter out of count with mine.

Turning my head to him I urge him to keep in step, uneager to show even Lord Borros's men a single sign of weakness.

When we enter the great hall, Lord Borros sits in his stone seat, seemingly even more uncomfortable than that of the Iron Throne and its hundreds of melted steel swords.

To his left stood three of his plain daughters, all with dark brown Baratheon hair but I pay them no attention finding Daeron speaking softly with another one of his daughters across the room.

"Prince Lucerys Velaryon and Prince Aemond Targaryen,"

Lightning cracks in the sky, illuminating the dim hall and Daeron turns with a smirk already anticipating our arrival.

"Lord Borros, I've brought you a message from my mother, the Queen."

"Yet earlier this day, I received an envoy from the King. Which is it? King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it." Lord Borros laughs to himself but the rest of us stand in silence, biting our tongues.

When he doesn't get the reaction he expected he continues, "What's your mother's message?"

Lucerys keeps his mouth set in a hard line, holding up the rolled-up piece of parchment for one of the knights to take for themselves.

Upon receiving the letter Lord Borros waves for a maester, unwilling or incapable of reading the message himself. Once the message is conveyed Lord Borros furrows his thick brows in pointed confusion.

"Remind me of my father's oath? King Aegon at least came with an offer, my swords and banners for a marriage pact." Nodding to Daeron he takes a step in front of his betrothed, peering down his nose at me as if he'd won.

"If I do as your mother bids... which one of my daughters will you wed, boy?" Lord Borros motions to the three ladies who stood at his side all of different ages and heights and although they wore their hair in assorted braids like Elaena, they didn't compare to her in the slightest, only pale copies of the beautiful princess, my wife.

"My lord... I am not free to marry. I'm already betrothed," Luke replies politely, but that only brings the stubborn man's attention to me.

"And you?"

The corner of my lips twitch up into a smile and I wish to beam proudly, "I'm husband to the Queen's Heir herself, so as you see-"

"So, you come empty-handed?" His voice booms through the silent room and I bite my tongue not once but twice about the simple fact that he would be on the losing side of this war.

Grinding my teeth the Lord continues, "Go home pups, and tell your mother that the Lord of Storms End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes."

Pups?

Luke opens his mouth to reply but I step in front of him, and keep my hands locked behind my back.

"And what use would a dog be to a dragon, hm?" I arch an eyebrow at the fat lord and he's stunned, "Have you forgotten whose hall you stand in?! Whose allegiance you're vying for, boy?!"

"It was only a question, my lord I didn't mean offense. I simply mean, if my sister thought of you as a dog, she wouldn't see much use for you would she?"

"Wherever you're going with this get there quickly, boy!" He spits but this time I won't hold my tongue.

"Our Queen wouldn't like to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone, but we certainly have the dragons to do so. So it's quite a simple question, my lord, would you like to marry off your daughters? Or keep them alive?" I cock my head to the side and as soon as the words leave my mouth a couple of his daughters take a step away, threatened by my blunt truth as they should've been.

"You're beginning to sound like a true treasonous cunt aren't you?" Daeron makes his first noise since we'd entered and the tension already build up between us comes to a head.

"This war you plan at is a death wish. Aegon will have our whole family killed for the sake of his revenge!"

Throwing back his head in false laughter his short blonde waves fall away from his face, "A death wish you say? Dear brother, I wouldn't count us out so quickly. I wonder, if I take your other eye you'll pay closer attention to what I say!"

Chuckling to myself the talons of darkness dig deeper into my heart and the hall may as well be empty besides the two of us.

"Hmm, or perhaps I'll give you a scar to match." Curling my fingers around my leather eye patch I rip it from my face revealing my sapphire and the scar in all of its glory.

From beside me, Luke steps aside, trying his damndest not to stare at the very thing he'd caused.

It was only behind closed doors that some called me the sapphire prince. Those who hadn't seen had only speculated, wondering why on earth someone would wish themselves such pain.

It was a scar I would bare, and I would make it my own and use it how I saw fit... to instill fear.

As I reach for my blade Daeron takes a step back his eyes widening in fear for just a moment though he'd deny it.

"Aemond we swore," Lucerys reminds me but I turn my glare to him instead.

"Quiet little Lord Strong, my baby brother seems eager to pay your debt,"

"If it's a fight you wish for Aemond I'll give it to you, though lose another eye and you'll be blind. Would you care to take such a risk?" He mocks me as Lord Borros and his court watch, all of them terrified to watch but terrified to look away.

Twirling my dagger between my fingers I arch an eyebrow at him through the spinning steel of my blade, urging him on.

If he embarrassed himself enough perhaps it was possible Lord Borros would change his mind about betrothing his daughter to my brother and break the alliance. But that of course wasn't my only intention...

"Maybe it wouldn't bother you... but how would your whore wife feel if I sent her husband home even uglier than he'd left? I expect Aegon will kill her first,"

The moment he mentions Elaena my gaze snaps to his and I could burn him alive with the rage swirling in my violet eye.

For just a second I debate, peace or violence?

Violence.

Adjusting my grip on my dagger I start toward him, my vision blurred with rage, and my voice is far beyond threatening but murderous. "I'll cut out that godforsaken tongue of yours,"

Daeron withdraws his sword but he'll need far more than that to defend himself.

"NOT IN MY HALL! I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof!"

I can almost taste my vengeance when Lord Borros's command echoes through the room, freezing us both where we stood.

"Escort Prince Lucerys and Prince Aemond back to their dragons, they're to leave at once."

I hesitate, reluctant to listen to this pathetic lord's demands.

Daeron waits for me to withdraw, placing my dagger back at my waist as he sheaths his sword, his shoulders still stiff and I know this wasn't over, only brushed beneath the rug until we see one another again, possibly even on the battlefield.

Glancing between Daeron and Lord Borros I take a backward step and then another until I turn and follow Lucerys back down the dark hallway from which we came.

Though I can only see the back of Luke's head I can feel his judgment as he quickens his pace to keep ahead of me.

If the pup thought I was the reason we'd lost their support he was truly more innocent than I'd thought.

I hadn't expected the rain to have stopped but I certainly hadn't expected the storm to swell. Every few breaths a strike of lightning brightens the courtyard as bright as day and the thunder isn't long behind, shaking the stone beneath our feet.

Quickly Lucerys mounts Arrax and gets his head start into the storm. It couldn't have been safe to fly in these conditions but we couldn't stay here.

Shielding my face from the torrential downpour I find Vhagar in discomfort where I left her and I know much like me she'll be relieved to get home where we belong but Tessarion is gone with no sign of her rider.

I adjust my straps in a hurry to get out of the rain and Vhagar releases a thunderous roar that was surely heard from even inside the castle and I know she can feel my frustrations.

Stretching out her worn wings she struggles to get us up off the ground but with her massive wingspan, we catch up to Lucerys in a matter of minutes who was struggling through the storm.

I grit my teeth through the rain, the droplets more like shattered bits of glass grazing my face at the high speeds we were flying at.

Tightening my grip on the reigns I call out to Vhagar to go higher to shield Arrax from whatever we can, "Eglikta, Vhagar!"
*higher

Doing as she's commanded, the action is in vain.

A burst of flames is sent up before us and both of our dragons veer us off in different directions.

Lightning splits the sky and I see them between the dark clouds.

Daeron's maniacal laughter swings by us and they fade into the darkness. The blue beast Tessarion is quick with avoiding the giant jaws of Vhagar but all my little brother had, for now, was his speed and the cover of this storm.

Grunting in frustration I urge Vhagar lower, searching desperately for the one reason I'd come in the first place, Lucerys.

Diving toward the crashing waves I spot Tessarion on Arrax's tail, following them through the crack in an old foundational piece of Storms End but I can't help him. Vhagar was too grown and large a dragon to fit in such a tight space.

I reel back the reigns urging Vhagar up and over the crumbling stone and bouts of flames can be seen from below. Arrax and Tessarion were more of a fair fight but Daeron's conflict was with me, perhaps he needed reminding.

"DRACARYS, VHAGAR!" The command rolls off my tongue so naturally, and the blast that could devour them both separates them, sending them upward seeking relief from the storm.

"This is a fight you won't win, brother!" I call out to him, taunting him in hopes he'll focus his attacks on me instead of Lucerys.

I couldn't let Elaena's dream become reality, it will have all been for nothing.

From above us Arrax's cries are chilling and my heart sinks in my chest, it's hammering beat loud in my ears.

No, no, no.

"LUCERYS! Ugh, Seven hells," I growl to myself.

Veering Vhagar up through the clouds I follow the bursts of flames until I find them. The blue-scaled Tessarion and the gold-chested Arrax were tangled in a teeth-bearing, claw-ripping fight but I can't separate them, hardly able to differentiate which one of them was which but Vhagar doesn't take a second look.

The massive beast dives at them seeing the threat for what it is and opens her jaw, snapping at the two entangled dragons but Daeron takes his opportunity, releasing Luke and Arrax at the very last moment so Lucerys is the sole recipient of Vhagar's wrath.

"VHAGAR, NO!" I cry, but it's too late.

Like a horse on the hillside, Vhagar rips apart the young dragon as if it's any of her other meals with no regard for its rider.

Lurching forward in my seat I reach out for him, watching the remaining pieces of Arrax fall lifelessly through the sky.

I'd claimed one of the most ferocious dragons in the realm and it hadn't mattered, I'd lost control.

My breathing becomes erratic, uncontrollable at best.

I killed him.

Her dream had been about me and she'd seen it all coming.

It was I who was the threat all this time, I'd been the monster.

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Chapter Text

𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
A day without Aemond was a dull one, void of secret hallway kisses and laughter that could keep us up until dawn.

With the evening came a terrible storm, going on for hours it seemed until finally this morning the sun peeked through the clouds as if in apology for the thrashing winds and waves from the night before.

As my dutiful husband had wished I'd spent the entirety of the day with Jaehaeryn soaring the skies. Soon I'd be much too large and fragile to ride Seasmoke, so now I would spend what time I could on dragon back.

"Faster! Faster!" Jaehaeryn calls out to me, already a natural at dragon back much earlier than I'd expect considering his youth in the Streets of Silk.

When I tell Aemond he'll be so proud of our fearless dragon and hopefully return soon enough to hear it.

Seasmoke stretches his wings, and the sunset shimmers off his silver scales turning him the deep warm orange of the falling sun.

Circling us back around the castle we land gracefully on the hill, bare of almost all dragons that usually kept Seasmoke company.

Walking hand and hand with Jaehaeryn we're met by Prince Rhaenys who wore a sovereign expression, her lips turned down in a frown and though my stomach drops I feign a smile.

"Grandmother-"

"Your mother and father wish to see you. There's been... news from Stroms End." Her eyes avoid mine and that's all I need to know the news is bad, terrible even.

My knees buckle and my grip on Jaehaeryn's hand tightens. It's the only thing that keeps me standing and my composure intact.

Unshed tears blur my vision but I blink them away hurriedly.

"Right," Clearing my throat I offer a curt nod to Jaehaeryn's handmaidens and kneel to say goodbye for now.

I do my damndest to fake a happy face but our little dragon is wiser than I've given him credit for.

Cradling his small face I take a page out of Aemond's book, doing my best to reassure him.

"Go get cleaned up little one, and I'll be back to read you to bed. This time I'll let you choose the story hm?" I promise, bringing a small smile to his face.

"Visenya? Visenya and Vhagar?!" With Aemond's small mention of Vhagar, it was all Jaehaeryn spoke about. I'd already read him a story or two of the great conquest of Westeros but he'd clung to the very idea of riding such a large dragon.

"Of course, whatever you'd like. Have it open to the page,"

Giving him a small kiss on the cheek I follow Princess Rhaenys to what seems to be my fate.

When we enter the grim hall the painted table grows dim with the lit candles beneath and at our entrance my mother and father don't acknowledge me at first deepening the dark pit in my stomach.

Without a word Rhaenys turns on her heels, leaving us the room bare of even any knights or maesters.

"Grandmother said there was news from-"

"News," My father rolls his eyes, scoffing at me for putting it so lightly, and yet my mother keeps her back to me, her gaze lost in the dancing flames of the fireplace.

"Well, then?" I press the matter further but the unease in my stomach bubbles up and the stomach acid burns in my throat.

My mother hangs her head and the tears streaming down her face glisten in the flames but still, I refuse to believe what I know until I hear the words from my father's lips.

Every second of ignorance was a mercy from the pain I was prone to endure.

"There was a battle above Shipbreaker Bay. Arrax... it was only his head that washed ashore."

My little brother was just a child, innocent in every sense of the word and we'd sent him to slaughter...

My father's voice is empty but I feel his gaze shift to me and he does little to hide his anger and disappointment. "There's only one claimed dragon who could've torn apart another in such a way-"

Immediately I know who he suggests must be at fault but I refuse to believe it.

"It couldn't have been, they must be mistaken..." My fingernails dig into my chest and I don't stop, hoping if the pain is physical the emotional heartache wouldn't be my reckoning.

"No, no, no." I shake my head desperately and shut my eyes hoping this was just another one of my nightmares. "Aemond would never. He promised... he promised me." I stutter to myself and my knees give way falling to the stone cold floor.

My prince would wake me soon... wouldn't he?

This had to be another one of my nightmares that was the only explanation, I begged the gods it was.

"Words and promises mean nothing to those usurper cunts, don't you understand?! Your foolishness is what killed Lucerys! That Hightower should've never been trusted!" From across the room, he yells at me, mourning Lucerys in his own way I suppose but it only crushes me further.

Losing all sense of my body I know I'm crying but I can't tell if I'm breathing, unsure if one can be done without the other.

My mother being a saving grace interjects though her voice is heavy with mourning. "Daemon, it's not her fault. We were all fooled,"

Not bothering to shield his wrath from my mother my father's eyes go wide with anger as he shouts at her, "Not all of us!"

With my father's wrath spreading like wildfire, my mother and I both keep our heads bowed, in no such mood to fight back now especially when he'd been partially right in his rage.

But even when I think this couldn't get worse his voice drops an octave, cracking with sizzling fury, "And even worse... it's his demon seed that grows inside of you."

Once the words pass his lips I freeze in horror.

Instinctively my hands go to my stomach, eager to protect the innocent babe that grew within me. He'd done nothing to deserve this, just like I, already being chastised for his father before he'd even been born.

"How-"

Turning from the fireplace my father marches toward me, "We'd gotten word from Kings Landing the moment he so arrogantly announced it at the small council meeting! Did you think you'd been hiding it well this whole time?"

My tongue suddenly swells in my mouth, the rug being pulled out from under me and I can't find the words.

"This- this has nothing to do with Lucerys," I seethed through gritted teeth only capable of focusing on one heartbreak at a time.

My father may have had his previous grievances but now was not the time to pile it all on me.

"This has everything to do with him!" He shouts.

"Enough!" The Queen's command is law, the only one who could possibly bring a stop to my father's tirade and I can breathe for only a moment.

"There's not enough time, we have to annul this sham marriage and marry her to the Stark lord just as I'd intended from the START-"

At his words, I feel each of them like a blow to the stomach and I think I might vomit when my mother intervenes, her voice commanding and unquestioning. "I said, enough."

My father's face contorts as he bites his tongue, a slew of insults bottled up behind his gritted teeth.

Stepping in front of me, my mother acts as a barrier between my father and me. Without turning to look at me her words are definite, "To your quarters, Elaena."

For one of the only times in my life, I do as I'm told, and when I find my bed I stay there hidden from the world for as long as I can manage.

That night I couldn't face Jaehaeryn let alone read him to bed about the mighty Vhagar who had torn my baby brother to shreds.

Heartbroken wasn't the word, truly there wasn't one word to summarize what I felt. I was feeling it all at once and every emotion canceled the other out leaving me numb and overwhelmed.

Grief was never-ending.

Guilt overflowing.

Betrayal in every sense of the word.

And most of all the hallowed out emptiness that came with losing all you've ever known in a split second.

I carried his child, our child and they'd known all this time.

Could it be that my mother had put this trust in Aemond because she'd known?

And yet there was no one to blame but myself. I'd trusted wholeheartedly from the very start, loved until it was all-consuming but I'd been wrong... I'd been so very wrong.

All I had left would blame me for all my life for my little brother's death and I couldn't fault them for it, I would blame myself too.

I'd been foolish, and reckless in my desire for Aemond and it cost me everything. He made promises he couldn't keep and I'd believed them, putting my very own flesh and blood on the line.

What if there was some explanation? There had to be, why would he kill Lucerys? He'd just kneeled swearing loyalty to my mother, swearing on the faith of the seven.

"I'm stronger, I'm quicker, I'm smarter."

"I promise you, Elaena"

His words echoed in my mind again and again.

Could all of it have been some ploy just as my father suggested? No...

No, it was real, I had to keep telling myself that or I would lose the last bit of sanity I'd had left, going through every moment we'd shared just as when I'd learned of Jaehaeryn...

However, Aemond has been more than capable of lying to me in the past how would now be any different?

What if he did have an affair with Tessa? Was that truly why he killed her? To get rid of her?

Wrapping my arms around my knees I cradle myself back and forth, the sobs wracking through my body as it all becomes too much but his scent surrounds me lingering in our sheets.

His musk of leather and burning firewood once brought comfort, but now it was fleeting and I clung to it in search of that familiar feeling but it's gone, tainted.

"You will never lose me,"

"Get out, get out! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I cry out jumping off the bed to bring damage to whatever I can get my hands on. The sheets smelled of him, the pillows even my many garments that lay beside his in our dresser drawers.

Throwing vases, books, and furniture nothing was safe in my tirade but nothing brought relief. It only made things worse fueling the fire from within until I placed my hand over my heart, reminding me of the very thing that hung around my neck connecting Aemond and me from the beginning.

My necklace.

I hesitate for a moment but only a moment before yanking it free from my neck snapping the clasp and letting it fall to the floor.

Watching myself in the reflection of the black sapphires that held so much promise I slam my eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears but they persist, falling freely and I can hardly gather a breath.

Through strangled coughs, I curl my fingers around the tarnished symbol of our love. I use all my strength to throw it at the stone wall, shattering its jewels into smaller pieces across the floor, and I collapse to the floor succumbing to my grief surrounded by the mess I'd made.

I cry myself to sleep for a night, or maybe more after we hear the news, and truth be told the days blur together, any sense of time lost from me.

With the curtains drawn and the doors locked I mourned alone, wrapped in the safety of my bedsheets with no care of the world outside my chambers.

I couldn't face the daylight or the people who stood on the other side.

The Savior of the Stepstones they'd called me, but now? They'd call me the Realms Disappointment, the Realms Fool... and they'd be right.

Sometime after the sun falls behind the shade of my curtains there's a knock at my door. As I've been doing I ignore it, only pulling the comforter tighter around my body.

From outside the door, I can hear someone calling my name but I ignore that too... that is until the voice is suddenly beside my bed and I can't ignore them any longer.

Flinching away from the familiar voice of my mother I sit up straight in an attempt to redeem myself from ignoring her.

"Mother, I'm sorry I didn't realize,"

Shaking her head she sits next to me on the bed.

"It's alright, come," despite my mother's bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks it was still my aid she came to.

I had shut everyone out for days, mourning selfishly because I couldn't bare to look them in the eye but I wasn't the only one who'd sent Lucerys to his death.

Our pain had been so deep even our dragons cried out in heartbreak. Syrax kept to herself in the depths of the caves and Seamoke who much like me, sat amongst the hills still watching the skies for Aemond and Vhagar hoping he'd have some kind of miraculous explanation... but it never came.

As she tightens her hold around me I realize I'll never feel Aemond's consoling embrace again, instead, I expect I'll keep to myself forever more.

"You must eat child, it's been days, Elaena." She whispers into my ratty hair.

As odd as it was, my mother echoed Aemond's past commands and now I wondered if his protectiveness had only stemmed from control. Control over me, control over our child, and every scenario that surrounded us.

I was a wild card, the heir to the Iron Throne and he'd claimed me for himself.

Pulling back to look at my mother, the Queen, if no one knew of our struggles they'd hardly know the difference despite her bloodshot eyes. "How is it that you press on? Grandsire, Visenya, and now..." My mouth goes dry and I can't even say his name, glancing away but I continue, "You could disown me, disinherit me and it would all be warranted,"

"Hush, I'd do no such thing." My mother furrows her eyebrows in concern, looking me over again, and what she see's only saddens her.

"I will not lose another child. The gods have warned me in more ways than one and I'd be a fool to ignore it." Her lips tip up into a sad smile and she doesn't have to be specific for me to understand.

"Just as the gods take away, they give us small blessings in return and the child in your belly is destined for great things, just like their mother." Brushing the stray hairs from my eyes a lone tear streaks down her face.

"There won't be a moment we don't mourn the ones we've lost, but time doesn't stop Elaena, not for anyone or anything and there are still ones we care about to protect from the very demons that nip at our heels."

My mother didn't have the choice to lock herself away in her chambers, she didn't have any time to grieve. There were plans to make, and people we had to avenge, and falling apart wasn't how we would accomplish it.

Jaehaeryn wouldn't understand why I'd disappeared for almost a week at a time and he like Aelyx deserved a strong mother. I would not abandon them or anyone for Aemond's actions.

"My husband, the father of my child is the kinslayer... even if there was some explanation how could we ever move on? I'd look at him and all I'd see is-" stopping mid-sentence I stare off into the never-ending darkness losing myself in it.

I may have made a mistake... many, many mistakes but it was quite clear now we were in the midst of a war and each step forward would be done with Lucerys memory in mind.

"The marriage can be annulled at your request. Though if your father had it his way he'd kill my brother before we'd even have a chance." My mother scoffs at my impulsive father, and our violet eyes lock as I muster a chuckle.

"If anyone kills my husband it'll be me," I reply, rolling my eyes.

The words burn on my tongue, the venom that I spit unfamiliar to me but the anger is a pain more bearable than the heartbreak and through it all I still claimed him as mine instinctively.

If I were to keep myself afloat, the rage stemming from this betrayal is what I would cling to. I would protect what I had left with the fiercest fire inside of me and though Aemond had ripped away my heart, he'd taught me unknowingly how to use that pain accordingly, pointing it at those who deserved it most.

"Before the sun rises I'll have packed and be en route to Winterfell. Word will have reached Jace by now. He shouldn't mourn alone."

My mother blinks at me, and at first, she frowns confused by my need to leave so hastily but understanding washes over her face.

When my mother lost Ser Harwin, Dragonstone had been her sanctuary, her escape from Kings Landing when all that place had to offer was stale and heartbroken memories just as home did for me now.

Bringing me in for a hug my mother holds me for a few lingering moments, "It's a long journey. Are you certain, zaldrītsos?"
*little dragon

Offering her a small reassuring smile, I nod. At least in Winterfell, I would be of use, assuring the North's support when it came time to avenge Lucerys whether that be by peace or by blood.

Keeping my word to my mother I'm prepped for my journey by dawn. I thrived at night moving in silence and secret to keep the word of my movements as limited as possible, not sparing any possible threat from inside or outside the walls.

As if my guilt regarding my little brother hadn't been enough, telling Jaehaeryn goodbye for a short time was harder than I'd anticipated. We'd be very much attached to the hip from the very moment I'd learned of his existence despite his beginnings.

Unlike my husband, I would keep my promise and return soon with the support to stop this bloodshed once and for all. I'd wasted enough time but I would make up for it, just as I'd make up for everything else.

Approaching Seasoke in the cold morning air he turns his head in question.

"Just you and I, my friend," I assure him, running my palm down his cold scaled body. Seasmoke knew much like me that when Aemond and I traveled separately only trouble would come of it and it had.

I frown to myself but Seasmoke turns his head to me nudging me with his snout.

Managing a smile he makes a sound almost like a whine, pressing his head into my stomach to surround me with his wings.

"nyke mirre isse aōha gēlȳn, ñuha raqiros."
*I'm ever in your debt, my friend.

I smile and the happiness feels foreign, but the burn in the back of my throat was all too familiar.

Wiping away my tears I climb atop Seasmoke with my gear in tow I don't look back, I only look north for hope, for revenge, and if the gods allowed... a new beginning.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
I'd claimed one of the most ferocious dragons in the realm and it hadn't mattered, I'd lost control.

My breathing becomes erratic, uncontrollable at best.

I killed him.

Her dream had been about me and she'd seen it all coming.

It was I who was the threat all this time, I'd been the monster.

"No, no, no," I murmur to myself in desperation as everything I'd grown to love and cherish vanished before me.

Vhagar circles back around and I get a better look at the carnage as it falls through the sky but Daeron is still on the attack, blasting Vhagar with bursts of flames while I'm distracted.

Looking back and forth between Daeron and the remaining bits of Arrax I have to make the choice.

Revenge? Or hope?

Without a second thought, I tighten the reigns and call out to Vhagar, "Adhirikydho, Vhagar! Dive, now!"
*quickly, Vhagar

Vhagar grunts in annoyance with Daeron at our tail but she does as I command, diving through the clouds back into the storm where the lightning splits the sky.

Distant screams ring out somewhere deeper beneath us and I wonder if it's my mind playing tricks on me, or truly my nephew falling hopelessly just out of reach. Either way, it didn't matter, if there was a one-in-a-million chance I could save him, I would follow him to the seven hells for Elaena.

I'd promised her, and I would not break her heart again.

It isn't until we break through the clouds that I finally see him, alive and whole but falling almost faster than Vhagar can fly.

Almost.

"We must save him Vhagar, now!"

As if she feels my urgency through our bond she ducks her head and sets her wings straight back so we're mere riders of the wind, cascading through the sky.

Practically free falling, we don't see Tessarion coming when she slams into the side of us, and instead of fleeing the blue beast clings to Vhagar like a parasite.

She bites and claws at her already fragile wings and my poor dragon cries out in pain, spinning and flapping her wings to break free from them.

Growling in frustration the painful cries from Vhagar break my heart and there's hardly anything I can do except save Luke.

"DRACARYS, Vhagar! Now!"

She twists her neck firing at Tessarion and her own body, burning her wounds in the process but it does an intended, untangling us at the last moment as we break through the clouds.

I regain my bearings, looking everywhere for the little lord surrounded by the endless ocean but Vhagar must see him before I do, correcting her course to grab him, scooping him from the jaws of death with only a second to spare before he crashes against the surface of the ocean.

"Hold on down there, Lord Strong!" I call out to him with a bit of a smirk but we weren't out of the storm quite yet.

With Daeron still on our tail he's managed to keep up and with the damage Vhagar's suffered she's in no state for a battle, only just holding Lucerys below us.

I couldn't risk him being hurt.

"Are you running, big brother? Not much like you to run!" Daeron's taunting voice comes from behind us and in a past life I would've taken the bait, hell earlier this evening I'd taken it but for a moment I'd lost everything and I would do anything to never feel that loss again.

Even the gods couldn't stop me, I will keep this promise.

"Take us home, Vhagar! Lenton!"
*Home

Even with Vhagar's broken spirit and wings, she pushes through her pain with a cry and I feel it deep within my broken soul.

Leaving gusts of flames in her wake Tessarion and Daeron pull back, unable to deal with the firepower she exerted.

But wherever Vhagar takes us it's not home.

For hours we fly as she ignores my commands until I have no sense of direction, no sense of home.

She finally lands off the shore of a small river, taking her fill of the water and letting Lucerys free to tumble in the sand.

From a quick assessment he still has all limbs and I deem that a success, though his rescue hadn't come without a price.

Taking hold of the straps I look over Vhagar's wounds. As if her wings hadn't been torn enough from old age, Tessarion had done a number on her, ripping them wider and leaving punctures up and down her side.

"You killed my dragon! YOU killed Arrax!" Lucerys shouts at me, pushing me pathetically but I hardly stumble, pushing him harshly back away from me.

"You should be thanking me! I almost sacrificed Vhagar and myself to save you! The bastard boy who took my eye!" I shout back, and at the moment I carry no sympathy for him.

In an attempt to distract myself, I turn back to Vhagar but I only grow more irritated as I assess her wounds.

"Thanking you?! For killing my dragon?! You almost killed me!"

"Careful Lord Strong, if I hadn't promised my wife your protection you'd be at the bottom of the ocean," I growl, balling up my fists at my sides and thankfully for his sake I've struck him speechless.

"You could've let me fall to my death..." He murmurs, and if I had both of my eyes I'd roll them.

All that time to think and it hadn't occurred to him why I'd done what I'd done?

Cracking the tense muscles in my neck I take a deep breath. "Did you honestly think your sister would ever forgive me if I let anything happen to you?"

His wide brown eyes look me up and down to examine me but it only unsettles me. I don't recognize why at first but then it hits me.

His inquisitive stare reminds me of Elaena, his eyebrow arching like hers when she's angry with me.

At the thought of her, my anger fizzles away and it's replaced with worry.

We wouldn't come right home as I'd promised if the cold and wind were any sign of where we were it certainly wasn't Kings Landing and for that we were lucky.

"Seven hells. We're gods know where and she's in no state to take us home..."

There was no use in trying to make her fly, she'd done what she could to get us safe but it was clear wherever we'd go, we'd have to get there by foot.

We were stranded.

Saving Lucerys would be of no consequence if I didn't get him home safe and sound. As far I was concerned, he was under my protection until we stepped foot in the castle at Dragonstone.

Taking my bag off my shoulders I throw it onto the sandy dirt and run my hands through my damp curled hair, pacing back and forth.

Behind me, Lucerys takes a seat on a rock and for a few minutes we sit in silence, only the sound of the small waves and Vhagar between us.

"What are we going to do? They're all going to think we're dead." He whispers and all I can imagine is Elaena's tearful eyes when she hears.

It wouldn't be possible for Tessarion to rip apart a dragon that size. Arrax would eventually wash ashore but there would be no sign of Vhagar and me. The obvious choice for blame would be us.

My gut twists as it comes to me all at once. Not only would Elaena think I'd failed, but she'll also think it was her own husband that killed him.

"No. They're going to think I killed you."

Luke snaps his neck to look at me, shaking his head.

"Elaena wouldn't believe that-"

"She won't have a choice... all signs point to me. It'll all but confirm it when I don't come home with an explanation." The heartbreak in my husky voice is clear and I don't have the strength to hide it from him. Elaena had always been my weakness.

All I'd done to protect her would all be in vain. Hatred and love were two sides of the same coin and if she thought I'd killed her brother?

Fuck.

My sweet girl would be sweet no more. I wouldn't be surprised if she searched the entire realm for me to get her revenge.

"We camp here for the night," I call out to him. "There's no use traveling now, we'll lose daylight soon."

Lord Strong wants to argue but decides against it, noticing the tone of my voice.

Hanging my head I join Vhagar by the water and take a seat in the sand. She grunts softly in way of greeting but my mind was spinning. I had to think of something, anything to get us home.

Vhagar nuzzles against me, whining in pain and it only deepens the crack in my cold heart.

"Iksan vaoreznuni ñuha raqiros, you didn't deserve any of this."
*I'm sorry my friend

She groans in response and if dragons could cry, I could've sworn there was a lone tear in the corner of her eye.

It was unclear where we'd go from here, but I knew if there was any chance of survival our identities would have to stay a secret. If word got out to Aegon that I was alive and defenseless, he'd send my brother back to finish the job.

To either side, I was an outlaw. Either I'd betrayed Aegon or I'd betrayed Rhaenyra and if we ran into the wrong people our heads would be offered to my brother on a silver platter at a high price.

Before the sun falls I take a walk around the perimeter to ensure we were truly alone and as far as the eye could see it was all empty roads and forest.

To my surprise, Lucerys has already started a fire. Maybe he was more competent than I'd realized.

Taking a seat across from him I flip open the clasps of my bag. Right on top of my extra clothes, Elaena had packed a small supply of food and the favour she'd offered me the day of the tournament.

My sweet song thinking of everything.

Smiling to myself I wish for those simpler times, hoping wherever she was Elaena wasn't doubting all we'd build together.

Unwrapping a bit of bread I toss it to him without a word. From the corner of my eye, I can sense him staring at me but I take a bite of my half, looking out at the water.

"Thank you." He whispers, unsure of himself.

Glancing toward him we only lock eyes for a moment, "Thank your sister. She's who packed my bag."

Another few beats of silence separate us until he works up the courage to speak again.

"Where do you think we are?" He asks timidly.

"If the cold is any indication, we're somewhere further North. The closest town could be a day or two walk from here."

His brown eyes go wide for a moment but he catches himself and takes a bite of his bread in silence and I'm thankful for the peace and quiet.

Lucerys and I had hardly spoken to one another in the short time Elaena and I had been married. Uncomfortable awkward silence didn't even begin to cover the thick tension between us.

He stole my eye and I'd killed his dragon. I wouldn't say they were the same price to be paid but some would say we were even.

The remainder of the night is spent in silence. I offer to keep the first watch but truth be told it was clear neither one of us would be sleeping through the night.

The moment the sun rose in the sky both of us were eager to get to civilization. Leaving Vhagar to herself on the lower banks of the river unsettled me. She was a terrifying beast to any who would stand against her but I would always have the urge to protect her.

It isn't until late afternoon that either one of us speaks to the other and I was beginning to grow fond of it until Lucerys ruins the peaceful quiet of our walk.

"Why did you volunteer to go with me to Storms End?"

Being a few steps ahead I smirk to myself firing another question back at him, "Why did you stand on my behalf when I offered?"

Waiting for a moment we both answer the other's question at the same time.

"Elaena."

"Elaena."

I look over my shoulder at him but he's already watching me, just as his sister does and I can't help but laugh to myself at the bizarre feeling.

From a glance, it wasn't obvious they were siblings but now that I'd grown to know all of Elaena's quirks I was beginning to notice the same in her little brother.

As if I needed to be reminded of her.

"Your sister has... dreams."

The muscles in my jaw clench and I look away, correcting myself, "Well I suppose they're closer to nightmares."

Thinking back to the first time I'd seen it for myself it was heartbreaking to watch and I hadn't even realized how deep my feelings for her had gone until I saw the tears in her violet eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Unsure she'd want me sharing I bite at the dry skin on my lip while I think it over.

"The night you all returned to Kings Landing she saw Arrax falling through the sky in her dream. She thought she saw your death and I promised her I would protect you."

I can see he's deep in thought, doing the math to fully comprehend how long we'd suspected this would happen.

"You've known all this time? Even when you weren't married to my sister you made that vow?"

Nodding in short response I didn't want the little lord to think he was any more important than he was.

It was simple. My love for Elaena overrode any hatred I held in my heart, and for that Lord Strong was lucky.

That night I dreamt of her. I was too exhausted to keep watch all night long and though I'd gotten my rest, it was torture.

In my dreams, we were together. The morning light had shone in through our balcony on her pale skin as any other morning but just as I reached out to touch her she'd vanished.

Unfortunately for my traveling companion, this keeps me in a sour mood all morning.

Our breakfast was more of the same but neither of us complained, just grateful to have something to eat courtesy of Elaena.

Whether it be our quick walking or my false assessment we climb one last hill where the tree line breaks and spot a small town down the road.

"We can send a raven. Do you suppose someone would let us? We could tell them who we are-"

Stopping in my tracks abruptly I turn my burning gaze to him, "Do you have a death wish like your sister?" Lucerys stares at me with his dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Seven hells... no one can know who we are! Even our enemies believe you dead, do you understand?" By the look on his face, he surely doesn't understand and I groan in frustration.

"There's no bounty on the head of a dead man. Aegon cannot know where you are. If a single person hears about your whereabouts we can't take the chance that my grandfather's spies will hear about it before Daemon's."

Realization finally dawns on the young boy's face and I can breathe for a moment.

Patting him on the shoulder I pull my hood up and over my face urging him forward down the hill.

From afar the small town is run down. There aren't many houses or castles to marvel at but when we come closer the streets are bustling with happy people and vendors by the dozen.

Wherever we were must've been a popular trading post so we were right to be cautious.

My long blonde hair and eyepatch were a dead giveaway and if Aegon was already looking for me, I'd be too easily recognizable.

As we sulk through the crowds we find our way to the town Inn where we can rest our feet and eat something other than stale bread.

I suppose I should be thankful for the warm fire and a roof over our heads but wherever we sat the leaky roof followed me dripping onto the hood of my cloak until we'd eventually found a corner of privacy.

Keeping to ourselves I keep my head down, listening closely for any sign of where we were until I hear the one thing that can pull me from the hallowed darkened halls of my mind.

"Late last night a dragon frightened my horses," An old man says from behind me and another chimes in beside him, "It must've been the young Prince. He's visiting the Lord of Winterfell-"

Jace.

"No, no! Listen you fool, this dragon was different! Silver!"

Elaena.

From across the table, Lucerys and I lock eyes, and everything in me urges me to get up from the table and take the man by his collar, strangling it all out of him.

Which direction she'd gone, if anyone had been with her, anything for that matter.

Straining to listen to their conversation my grip on the cup is deadly.

"The young princess must be visiting her brother... they'd just lost a brother after all. Her own husband! They're bound to go to war,"

The news of Lucerys' death had already spread like wildfire across the seven kingdoms and my sweet girl was going to Winterfell to mourn with her brother or protect him perhaps...

My heart seizes in my chest.

Was it possible?

Could she have annulled our marriage without hearing from me?

The mere thought brings a sharp pain to my chest and I hang my head, almost keeling over.

There wasn't a single moment to waste I would go to her now. On foot, on horseback, I had to find her before it was too late.

Going to push my chair out from the table Lucerys kicks me beneath the table, gripping my arm, "What do you think you're doing?!"

"She's going to Cregan Stark's doorstep, and she's heartbroken. If we're close to Winterfell we're going after her-"

"What about Dragonstone?!" He whispers, looking around to make sure no one is watching but I tear my arm from his hold.

"Fuck, Dragonstone. I'm finding out where we are and we're leaving!"

Standing up abruptly my voice must carry, and the very table we'd been eavesdropping on is staring at us with wild eyes. Though the both of us have our heads covered with hoods, the two older men zero in on my eyepatch and my stomach drops.

The familiarity sinks in on their faces and their expressions drop slowly in fear.

As far as they knew, I was a kinslayer, a monster, and to an extent they were right. I was capable of a great many things.

Glancing toward Lucerys my eye flickers only slightly, and he knows what it means, turning around in his seat.

Clearing my throat I lean closer to them, slipping my fingers around my dagger beneath my cloak.

"Don't stop the conversation on account of me, gentleman. You were just talking about my wife."

The man on the left's mouth moves, still agape but nothing comes out. I'd stolen the breath from their lungs and the blood from their veins and their faces, but I would be lying if I said I didn't get off on it, the power that came with the fear.

"Perhaps you can help a lonely traveler on his journey." My lips tip up into a diabolical smirk, one I hadn't worn in quite some time but it does its job of keeping them silent.

"Maybe you can point me and my men in the direction of the Kingsroad."

Keeping their eyes locked on one another they dart their gazes toward me but only for a second and my patience wears thin.

Before they have a chance to move I swiftly lift my cloak and drive my dagger into the pastry that sat between them in the middle of the table.

With the noise that surrounds us, no one else bats an eye but by the rancid smell, one of the old men must shit themselves.

Kneeling closer I give them one more chance at their lives.

"You- You're a murderer, a traitor." The one to my left murmurs avoiding eye contact.

I take a deep breath and glance at Lucerys who sat with tense shoulders.

"That wasn't quite the answer I was looking for,"

Though it's small I notice one of them move for something beneath the table but I strike first.

Yanking my dagger from the table I slice one of their throats. My blade was so sharp it doesn't make a sound almost like a paper cut. The other manages to get a swing at me but I dodge his sword, drawing mine and jabbing him in the gut.

His blood splatters across the table ruining the perfectly good pastry and before I can revel in my victory Lucerys grabs my arm.

"What happened to keeping our identities a secret?!" He hisses and I arch an eyebrow, impressed by the venom he spits but when I take a look around we'd seem to have acquired an audience.

Whispering among themselves I can only make out a few keywords.

"Prince Aemond,"

"Kinslayer,"

"Fallen brother of the crown,"

The smirk I'm wearing falls at the insults they mumble beneath their breath but I remind myself none of it was true.

The only person who mattered was in the care of another man and she was hurting because of these lies.

The crowd that surrounds us closes in and I can't risk both of us being exposed.

Reacting immediately I tug Luke's hood down over his face and for once he must be thankful to be a Strong bastard with plain brown hair.

Pushing him out through the crowd he keeps his head down and we make it out the door but I can feel the others who weren't far behind.

Taking off in a sprint we're both running for our lives through the swarms of people but I don't take many steps without turning to make sure Lucerys is right behind me.

"What's your plan?!" He shouts and I only chuckle, surveying the area for our way out when I spot the horse stable.

"That's my plan, Lord Strong!" I point with a sly grin, pushing him in front of me so he gets to the horses first.

Helping him up I toss him the reigns, sending him on his way just as one catches up to us, yanking my cloak and revealing my face in the process but it's no use now.

Our swords clash and my steel getting a taste of combat thrills me, my adrenaline pumping through my veins as he swings my way again.

Dodging it I sway to the side and take his legs out from under him with one kick and make an X in his chest with my dagger. This time I don't finish the job, using the spare moment to jump aback a horse, following Lucerys down the road until the small town behind us disappears through the hills and forest.

We don't slow until the horses are run to exhaustion and we're staring out over a long stretch of a field with not another soul in sight.

Finally, we look at one another and we both burst into relieved hysterical laughter and from afar someone might think we liked one another.

His pale face is flushed from the cold and I wonder what I must look like covered in blood.

"Well... what's the plan now? I suppose we could just trek north and hope for the best,"

When he doesn't respond I look over my shoulder and he's going through a pack that most certainly wasn't one of ours.

"This is the plan, Prince Aemond." Mocking me almost like a brother, the thought brings bile up my throat and I could almost throw up when he smirks at me.

Digging through the pack he finds a weathered piece of rolled-up parchment and examines it for a moment before a smile lights up his face.

"We trek west, to the Kingsroad." Awfully proud of himself Lucerys holds up the map where the menu for the inn is tucked in between the folds.

'White Harbor Inn and Ale'

We were North alright but we were still a one to two-week ride away from Winterfell at the most.

Two weeks.

Almost a month away from her? Almost a month of her heart broken in two wondering why I'd run away without a trace. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve any of this.

Elaena needed the father of her child, she'd be showing any day now.

"Fuck, we're too far from her," I grumble to myself hopping down from my horse.

The adrenaline fades and I cringe at the mental pictures that flooded my mind.

She'd be vulnerable, and that son of a bitch will have her right where he wants her and how could I blame her? She thinks I killed her brother, she would think this was all a lie just as she did before.

"If she hasn't annulled our marriage yet, she will. Two weeks is too long... it's too long." Grounding my jaw I fiddle with the handkerchief I had tucked away in my pocket.

Lucerys chirps up from behind me and his voice starts out unsure, "Then we don't have another second to waste."

Locking eyes with the little lord I fight the small smile at his words and look down at the dirt as I reiterate his words.

"Then we don't have another second to waste,"

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𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻:

AHHHHH! Finally. This twist was one of the very first things I had to decide when outlining key plot points and it's been SO HARD to keep it a secret this long so I hope you like it and I can't wait for you all to see what else I have planned edit wise and fic wise. I also worked super hard to get this action-packed chapter to you soon rather than later!!

Thank you to everyone whose read this far I love you all and read every single comment so please let me know your thoughts and feelings thank you <3

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
Winterfell was a dull estate in comparison to Kings Landing and its warm, crowded city. Given the circumstances it's welcoming. There was no stench or sins that plagued every dark corner or home, no, there was law there was order.

Hard-working men and women welded, cut meat, or trained in the courtyard where small bonfires sheltered any who sought warmth from the northern chill.

Cradling my belly beneath my cloaks I whisper to the growing babe inside of me, "Another adventure, little one."

As I walk up to the guards their mouths are agape, in shock at my arrival but by their reaction, I assume they know exactly who I am.

Clearing my throat their gazes snap away from my body and to my narrowed fierce eyes.

"I'm here to see my brother, Jacaerys Velaryon. He was sent as an envoy to treat with your Lord-"

"Elaena?!"

My ears perk up at the familiar voice and I find my brother in the courtyard straight away but he isn't alone.

Behind him Cregan Stark wore thick furs alike my brother, framing his shoulders even wider than what I remember and he's grown a bit of facial hair to frame his jaw.

Jace crashes to my chest and judging by the tight hold he offers me, he's already heard the news of our little brother and without much control, tears flood my tired eyes.

"It's all my fault, all of it." I cry softly into his shoulder but he shakes his head, tightening his hold.

"No. No, it's not all your fault... you were right." His broken voice shocks me. I'd been expecting rage, anger, blame all of it but my little brother didn't seem to hold any of it against me and for that, I'd be eternally grateful.

Pulling back to look at him, his warm brown eyes are downcast, avoiding my own.

"You were right, it was too dangerous. We should've sent ravens... he was too young."

I couldn't remember the last time Jace had told me I was right about anything. When I'd made my relationship with Aemond public knowledge he'd all but told me to burn in the seven hells.

My mouth goes dry and I can't find the words I'd so delicately planned on my flight here but maybe it was for the best.

"Welcome to Winterfell, princess. I'm sorry your visit isn't under better circumstances." Cregan approaches slowly, uneager to interrupt the sibling moment we shared, and the tension between us was still thick despite the months we'd spent apart.

The last time I'd seen Cregan Stark he was bleeding out in the sand after Aemond had won my hand in marriage. The memory is bittersweet, bringing back that gnawing feeling of betrayal and heartbreak.

If it was possible, my frown deepens when Cregan's eyes connected with mine.

"Thank you, Lord Stark. To be truthful I'd hoped not to visit at all." Cocking my head to the side a bit he arches an eyebrow at my witty reply.

Chuckling to himself he shrugs his shoulders.

"Nevertheless Princess, you're under the North's protection. I'll see to it you're comfortable here."

I scoff at the idea of being protected by him.

If Aemond came to finish the job Vhagar would burn us all to ash before Cregan could dress himself.

When I don't respond I only stare at him, examining his lightweight armor draped with his fur cloak, and though it had only been months the young Stark Lord had grown. Not only in height but in muscle mass and if I hadn't known better, I would've thought he'd taken the loss in the tourney quite hard.

Cregan clears his throat as he shifts his weight between his feet, growing uncomfortable under the intensity of my stare and I revel in it.

"Have the Princess shown to her quarters. If she's hungry see to it she has a hot meal brought to her rooms." The Lord of Winterfell speaks kindly to the maids and the two girls swoon a bit but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care, instead turning to look back at me and Jace.

"I'm holding an audience soon with some Northern lords, but we'll reconvene for dinner. That is... if you decide to join us, my lady." Bowing his head in respect he smiles politely and takes his leave with his men but I'm left baffled at his kindness.

"He's pledged the North to Mother. He's sending word to his bannermen." My brother explains, a bit of hope in his voice but I narrow my eyes at him in confusion.

"And what does he want in return?" I ask, skeptical.

If Cregan thought now was his second chance with me he was ridiculously mistaken.

"Nothing. His father bent the knee years ago, and for the Starks that seems to be enough." Jace gives my shoulder a squeeze but there was no reassurance when my trust was so freshly wounded.

Jace being the protective little brother he is takes after my father, escorting me along with the handmaidens to my rooms.

The drafty halls and cold stone walls remind me much of Dragonstone but still different, fresh, and exactly the change of scenery I'd needed.

As I sit on the large comfortable bed I fiddle with the rings on my fingers and an odd thought crosses my mind.

If things had been different, this would be my home.

If I'd been an obedient little daughter as my father wished I would've married Cregan, becoming lady of Winterfell.

Maybe if I had Lucerys would still be alive...

Fresh tears sting at my eyes but this time I don't let them fall. I would be stronger, I had to be.

After a hot bath, I expect to feel better but instead, I feel numb. Usually, I find joy in doing my own hair and styling my own dresses but tonight I couldn't find the energy.

Wordlessly I stare at myself in the mirror as the last remaining handmaiden fiddles with my hair, still unsure of what to do with it.

She wasn't used to the Southern styles of braids that I usually wear and I notice her scrunched-up face of frustration in the mirror. She couldn't be much younger than Jace, with long brown hair that fell in waves past her shoulders.

Her high cheekbones and her siren-like eyes surely swooned any man. Lord, royal, or otherwise would be captivated by her.

Glancing up at me in the mirror her hazel eyes meet mine and a shy blush covers her face. "M-my apologies, princess. It's not often we get visitors such as you and the young prince at Winterfell."

Feeling guilty I turn, taking her cold hands in mine, "It's not often I have another do my hair, so this is a bit new for the both of us."

I smile the best I can and her tense shoulders sink with ease.

"I can teach you some of the styles if you're interested?"

She nods excitedly and I bring the mirror higher to get a better look at the top of my head.

Weaving the different pieces of hair throughout the top of my head she watches quietly as I taught her step by step.

As a child, I'd grown used to being the only girl. I was a tomb boy at heart, more interested in sparring and my books than the sewing classes forced upon me by my mother and father when I was a girl.

But because of that, it wasn't often I made friends. I had my family and that was all I needed.

Once I show her a few braids that I frequently wear her eyes go wide with joyous wonder and she goes to work.

The silence between us feels uncomfortable but she doesn't notice keeping her focus on my hair.

"What's your name?" I ask softly and she freezes behind me for a moment.

"My name? It's Sara Snow, my lady." Timidly she finally tells me and her hesitation brings suspicion.

Who was she truly?

"How long have you been under the Stark's service?" Making conversation wasn't always my strong suit and it seemed every question I asked only put her more on edge.

"All my life, princess. The Starks have always taken good care of me... There! How does that look, my lady?"

Turning to look at myself in the mirror I examine the loose messy braids that she'd practiced on the back of my head.

Trying and failing to hide the look on my face, Sara and I burst into a fit of girlish laughter and I can't remember the last time I've laughed like this.

Through our laughter, we don't hear the knock at the door but Jacaerys lets himself in, our voices carrying out into the hall.

When he sees us together he's taken aback. Sara's smile falls from her face, her nervousness returning when she notices him.

"Sara," He breathes meant as a greeting but I see through it.

"My Prince," Sara stands from the bed flustered under the heated stare of my brother, and my gaze darts between them. The air in the room shifts and it feels similar to when Aemond would enter a room.

He was all I could see.

All I'd ever wanted.

The moment he crosses my mind the smile drops from my face and the familiar pain in my chest returns.

Though neither of them says a word I look away, suddenly feeling as though I'm intruding on a private conversation.

"I've come to speak with my sister. Could we have a moment of privacy, my lady?" He speaks to her with odd politeness in his voice and with a curt nod, Sara hangs her head brushing beside him as she takes her leave.

The moment she's gone Jacaerys closes the door behind her, taking a deep breath and the color begins to return to his face.

Glancing in my direction I arch a suspicious eyebrow at him.

"Seems you two have grown to know one another?"

"I've only been here two days, Elaena-"

"And you've forgotten about Baela rather quickly,"

I don't hide the venom in my backhanded comment. If he ruined his betrothal to Baela he'd tear apart our family from the inside out.

"I haven't! It's quite the opposite. I'd hoped Grandmother would've allowed her to come with me..." his face falls when Lucerys crosses his mind, "But it seems you both saw the danger we hadn't."

Being vulnerable for a moment I shock even myself.

"I expected you'd turn me away when I arrived. You and Father were most skeptical of... my decisions-"

"Rage was my first reaction." Jace stares off avoiding my eyes as he confesses this to me and my heart stops.

"I wanted to kill him for what he's done, seven hells I still want to kill him. I had half a mind to break my oaths as he did and find him wherever it is he's hiding and-" Stopping himself he crosses his arms over his chest. "Blame can fall wherever it may but we're still burdened with the weight of the loss... at least that's what a friend of mine told me."

Straightening my posture I don't expect the wise words that come from my little brother's mouth.

"And which friend was that?" I ask softly, wondering who it was I owed my thanks.

He chuckles to himself, glancing up at me from under his dark eyebrows.

"Cregan."

Taken aback I half expected him to say Sara.

Jacaerys expects it but he's still amused by my face, chuckling at my reaction.

Clearing my throat I stand to brush out my hair, "The Warden of the North is quite the poet."

"You could say that. It was him who sent me to ask if you'd be joining us for dinner."

"Sent you?"

"Well, you've made it quite clear how you feel about him. I wouldn't be surprised if you intimidate him."

"Intimidate him? Hmph, and he's offering us protection?" Rolling my eyes Jace holds his hands up in surrender.

"Personally sweet sister, I'd be worried if he wasn't intimidated. You're a force to be reckoned with Elaena, the heir to the Iron Throne."

Jace's kind words bring calm to the stormy seas of my heart but it makes me a bit uncomfortable. It seemed I wasn't used to compliments from anyone other than Aemond.

If only my brother knew how many times it was Aemond who'd saved me from the clutches of death.

Was it possible to hate someone and miss them so deeply at the same time?

I wanted answers, and I deserved them.

"You can tell the Warden of the North I'll be joining you for dinner, but only because I'm hungry."

Jacaerys smiles at me, my answer finally satisfying him and I find myself smiling back.

Maybe this trip wouldn't be as terrible as I'd first thought.

Deciding on something different for the evening I leave most of my wavy hair down and only braid the top, leaving wisps of my shorter hairs to frame my face.

I'm about ready when a small knock comes to the door and it's Sara who comes to escort me to dinner.

When she sees the intricate braid her mouth drops open in awe, her two small hands coming to her chest as she gasps.

"Beautiful, princess! You'll have to teach me before you leave us."

Crossing the room to meet her I take her hands in mine.

"Of course. It would be... nice to have a friend. I don't have many of those." Keeping my voice low it's thick with sincerity though I was a bit embarrassed to say but she shyly looks away.

"Whatever pleases you, my lady."

Her blunt reply is expected. If she was too friendly, or too crass it could be perceived entirely wrong and it was smart of her not to trust me right away.

On our walk to dinner, whispers follow us around every dark corridor. They stared when they thought I wasn't paying attention but I saw it all.

Was I the terrible sister who'd fed her brother to her monster of a husband? Or was I the pathetic wife of a traitor? Perhaps it was both.

"What is it that they whisper about?" I ask, nervous about her response.

Glancing away she squeezes my hand just as Aemond used to and my steps stop in the middle of the hallway.

"It's just gossip, Princess. I assure you,"

"But what is they say, Sara?"

She continues to avoid my eyes and I know it must be bad and my face falls into a deeper frown.

"They speak of... your condition."

At first, I keep calm, hopeful it's anything other than what it truly is.

"My condition?"

"Yes, my lady. There's talk about how you carry the Prince's child. If I'm honest, your relationship with the Prince has always been quite the topic of discussion."

When she mentions it I could almost vomit. The news of my pregnancy had spread North. I was a fool to think I could outrun it this long.

Taking a step closer to her I keep my voice low. "I know he's only been here a couple of days but... you're close with Jacaerys?"

As if I could make her any more flustered Sara's panicked hazel eyes search the hall for any listeners and my suspicions are all but confirmed.

She doesn't need to verbalize a response for me to read her expression, so I ask her my next question.

"Does he know?"

Biting at her lip she nods her head, "He's heard the whispers but he won't bring himself to believe them."

My poor, sweet innocent brother.

Jacaerys didn't want to believe I was pregnant with Aemond's child, he was the man who murdered our little brother but my child was innocent, just like Jaehaeryn.

Neither of my little boys deserved to be shamed before they've even thought a bad thought.

Instinctively I place my hand over my growing belly. I wouldn't be able to hide it with furs and cloaks for much longer. I was already struggling with morning sickness and certain smells.

If I wanted to keep my brother close, I'd have to be truthful. Cregan's advice wouldn't save me from my brother's rage for a second time.

Without giving away too much, we continue our walk to the dining hall.

The men on guard open the wide doors made of oak and iron to reveal the long tables that could fit hundreds of people but they were bare and dark, only drawing the eye to the raised platform where Cregan sat with the only other person at the table being Jacaerys.

Thankfully, Sara keeps hold of my hand, my strength as she keeps us moving forward.

Cregan doesn't bother hiding the distaste on his face as he looks at me and though I don't want to admit it, it bothers me.

Growing flustered beneath Cregan's stare I look to Jace whose too busy staring at Sara and all of this feels too familiar.

Unlike Kings Landing there aren't servants at every turn or a band to play soothing melodies but just a handmaiden or two to bring hot food to the table as Sara pulls out my chair for me.

"Thank you," I smile sweetly at her and she shyly returns the favor before doing a quick courtesy, and taking her leave through a side servant's door.

Jace doesn't look away from her until Cregan clears his throat, turning his narrowed eyes to my brother.

I'd barely spoken a word to Cregan since my arrival and it seemed he was already annoyed with my very presence.

They both stare at one another over the table hardly poking at their food and it feels like I've walked in on what was just an argument.

Racking my mind for something to say I ask the first thing that comes to mind.

"How was the meeting with your bannermen?"

My voice is tiny but in the silent room, it bounces off the stone walls.

Both of them turn their heads, but it's Cregan whose expression softens when his brown eyes settle on me, frowning a bit but he catches himself

"It was... eventful to say the least." His sharp jaw twitches with tension. Waiting for him to elaborate he doesn't, and I don't remember the conversation with him being this dull.

"Eventful? Were there houses that decided to back Aegon's claim?"

He shakes his head, scratching at the beard lining his chin and whatever it was that happened he's reluctant to tell me.

Taking a deep breath he glances at my brother and then back to me.

"Prince Aemond was sighted at White Harbour. A couple of men attempted to apprehend him at an Inn but he slaughtered them and stole their horses." Cregan speaks of my husband with disgust and even hearing his name brings my heart to a stop.

My grip on my silverware turns my knuckles white. I had so many questions but I couldn't manage words.

Staring at the plate of food in front of me my appetite disappears and I push it away.

"I've already sent a search party south to find him and kill him if they have to-"

"What? No, you can't," I drop my silverware and it falls, clattering against the floor.

From the other end of the table Jacaerys rolls his eyes, "I told you,"

Narrowing my irritated stare at my brother I see now what tension I've walked into, they'd been talking about me and this plan they've conjured up.

"Told him what exactly? Aemond has answers." I twist the napkin between my hands in an effort to calm myself down. Biting my tongue I keep my tone low, "Some of us want an explanation... some of us are owed that."

Jace and Cregan share another look with one another making me feel even more on the outs than I had when I arrived.

"The answers he'd give won't bring Luke back. He took advantage of all of us, Elaena. It's what he deserves!"

It's only taken all day but my brother's hatred for Aemond was finally beginning to show its face.

"You don't need to remind me of what he's done Jacaerys! There's not a single moment I haven't thought about it, reminded of my failings every moment of every day!"

"And all I want to do is make this right and bring that kinslayer to justice!"

I couldn't blame Jace for his hunger for revenge because he wasn't the only one who craved it.

Cregan keeps to himself watching the both of us argue but he doesn't say a word, only watching us over his linked fingers.

"What happened to the honorable Lord Stark, hm? I thought you tried and then executed men in the North." Challenging Cregan he quirks an eyebrow, his deep gaze twinkling with familiarity from the very night he spoke those words.

I wondered if he was questioned frequently because of his age. Did men old enough to be his grandfather accept his leadership?

Sighing to himself he realizes I'm right. "Hmph. Your sister has a point,"

"What? Just a moment ago you were going to bring my mother his head-"

"And I still plan to, but for now it stays on his shoulders."

Cregan cuts him off, raising his voice in an authoritative tone that I assume is normal for the Warden of the North, and when his voice dips into a gruff octave I shiver.

"Do you think he's coming here?" I ask, and the boys share another look with one another but it's Cregan who speaks.

"Possibly."

He watches me in anticipation that I might break before his very eyes and he uses his enclosed hands to hide the frown on his face.

"We won't let him anywhere near you, Elaena. We'll keep you safe," Jace attempts to reassure me but I know my husband better than anyone.

He could be here any minute, any hour aback Vhagar and if Aemond Targaryen wanted me, he'd take me no matter the barriers between us. He'd done it once and he'd do it again.

The very idea of seeing him again so soon turned my stomach upside down. I wanted to tear him to shreds for what he'd done, for how he'd manipulated me.

But if the animosity I held was so heavy... why was it I was still trying to protect him?

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
It'd been a few days since our run-in with those men at White Harbour and the food in the packs we'd stolen quickly dwindled.

The small fire we'd managed crackled between us as I laid on my back and watched the sun fall over the trees, accepting that this might be my last peaceful moment in a long time.

My eye flutters shut and I hold my favour close over my heart, brushing the tip of my fingers over our initials that Elaena had stitched in red fabric.

What I'd give to go back to our simpler times. If I'd known all the trouble we'd face, I'd have swept her away in search of our lost dragon just as we'd always imagined.

"If you need your rest I can take watch first. You've let me get plenty of sleep the past few days-"

"You aren't fit to defend us, little lord."

"Then teach me."

I snort, sitting up and tucking the satin cloth in my pocket, "That sword of yours hasn't seen a drop of blood, Lord Strong."

From beside me, the young lord unsheathes his sword but I yawn, stretching my arms behind my head to get comfortable.

Hearing his footsteps approach he kicks my arms out from under my head, and it falls thumping against the grass.

"Seven hells! What is wrong with you!?" I snap, getting to my feet.

"You take me for a worthless child, I'm no fool, Uncle. So, train me." Lucerys holds up his sword, steadying it beneath my chin.

I glance toward my own sword knelt against the rocks but it's a distraction, sweeping my leg beneath his and sending him crashing to the ground along with his weapon.

Getting to his knees I contain the laughter but don't bother hiding the satisfaction on my face.

"There's your first lesson, don't trust your opponent. The eye is just as easily capable of lies as the tongue." I smirk, going for my own sword.

"That was a cheap shot," Lucerys scoffs, his fists clenched in anger.

"And if someone has intentions of murdering you, they'll take those cheap shots!"

The young lord rolls his eyes at me, adjusting his grip on his sword before swinging it directly at my head.

Ducking just in time Luke mumbles to himself out of frustration, taking another swing but this time I'm armed.

Our swords clash just as he's about to take a jab at my chest and to my surprise there's strength behind his blow.

Perhaps Lord Strong had carried more of his father's traits than just his curly brown hair. His brother had grown into a decent swordsman, what was to say I couldn't mold him as Cole molded me?

Going a bit easier on him I slow my swings, giving him a proper chance to react instead of beating him into the sand as Jace did on Dragonstone.

Putting all his strength into another swing he has to use both his hands to follow through making it easy to sidestep him.

Without time to recover he unwittingly drives his sword into the dirt and with a soft push from my foot, he falls back forced to let go of his sword, stumbling into the bushes.

This time however I can't help myself, my booming laughter echoing through the hills as I take in the sight of him struggling to get out of the bushel of thorns.

"Is this your idea of training?! How am I supposed to get any better with you making a fool out of me?!"

I'd be lying if I said watching Luke in such discomfort wasn't my bit of revenge. What were a few thorns and bruises to the loss of an eye?

"Maybe it'll drive you not to do such foolish things. Now get up."

Lucerys bites his tongue yanking his sword from the dirt, more determined than before.

"This time don't leave yourself so open by throwing all your weight into the sword. Now, again." I prompt, urging him up with my sword.

Fighting one another just like that, I quite enjoy knocking Lucerys on his ass for hours only until my body tires of it and the full moon is high in the night sky.

Almost against his will, I convince Lucerys to get his rest.

It didn't matter how worn down and exhausted I'd become, I wouldn't waste a single moment of daylight when we could be getting closer and closer to Winterfell... to Elaena.

I'm not convinced he's asleep until he rolls over, facing away from me and his breathing slows.

Taking a deep breath of my own I discard my eyepatch rubbing at my aching temples at the dark thoughts that clawed at the edges of my mind.

Most of the day I could distract myself but it was when my surroundings grew quiet all my worst nightmares came to play.

If I'd just listened to her... if we'd all just listened to her.

This was the second instance my actions have sent Elaena running into the arms of another man, and should the Stark lord dare to touch her, or even entertain a single sinful thought about my wife I'd tear him to pieces with no remorse.

We were meant for one another there simply was no other for her or for me and I'd do absolutely anything to get back to her... before it's too late.

The mere thought of her with another ate at me every second of every day.

What if she falls in love with him?

He could be consoling her in her chambers at this very moment, holding her as she wept from the nightmares that surely plagued her after the betrayal she was convinced I'd committed.

No.

I had to believe her heart wouldn't stray. We'd endured so much and I'd keep hold of that hope that this wouldn't be the end of us, I wouldn't allow it.

These thoughts manage to keep my mind running ragged all night long and before I know it the sun is rising and we're back on the road headed North.

"We're running low on food. Maybe we should stop at the next town? Find another inn?" Lucerys chirps from atop his horse beside me and though I know he only wants to help, the lack of sleep has already begun to set in.

"It's too much of a risk. Is the blood already on your hands not enough?" I snap at him, massaging the bridge of my nose where a dull headache drummed at the center of my head.

I don't mean it as harshly as he takes it and when I remind him of those two men he looks away, his face falling in despair.

For some bewildering unknown reason, a small sting of guilt gnawed at my insides.

If I'd been honest that blood was on my hands. Maybe it had been possible to escape without taking their lives but I wanted no loose ends.

Just as dead men didn't carry bounties on their heads, they couldn't hold grudges either.

In lieu of an apology, I slow my horse to fall in step with his but avoid his questioning eyes, "In a few miles we can stop to hunt. Set up a few traps by the river while we rest the horses."

Mumbling in response I can hardly hear him, "I've never... I don't know how-"

"That was assumed, Lord Strong. I mean to teach you,"

It'd taken a bit but he'd grown used to my nickname for him, no longer flinching when I said it but smiling a bit with acceptance.

When I'd first called them that it was spit with venom, looking down on them for being the product of my sister's infidelities but how could I love Elaena so deeply, so wholeheartedly when in reality she'd been brought into this world under the same circumstances?

"Did my grandfather teach you to hunt?" He asks, the pretty image of Viserys still intact.

Snorting I shake my head, "When we were children I was dragged from the castle every year on his name-day hunts but even then he never did his own tracking, his own fighting. By that time he'd already grown too weak and had just gone for the sport."

Unlike Aegon, my curiosity led me to Cole. I didn't want to drown in my cups, I wanted knowledge and the power that came with it.

"The older I became the more I followed the knights and hunters as they set traps for the beasts and even delivered the final blow to a prize boar or two."

All my life has been working towards being the strong man that Elaena needs, that my children would need. The weight of the world sat on my shoulders and when Elaena was by my side carrying it with me I felt I could do anything... but without her?

"Did Prince Daemon not teach you any survival skills? He seems to have left you unequip to protect yourself."

"It was always Jace that was interested in hunting and swordsmanship. I found interest in philosophies, histories."

"Hmph." I don't have a witty response for him this time. It seemed we had even more in common than I'd realized and an idea strikes me.

"In your journey of philosophy and history have you ever read of a dragon called the bleeding star?" I glance over my shoulder, hoping Elaena might have mentioned it. However, Lucerys scrunches up his face as he wracks his mind, and then it hits him.

"A dragon? Hm..." Pondering to himself I wait impatiently, grinding my teeth.

"What?" I urge, eliciting him to flinch.

"I was always under the impression those stories were referring to a person, not a dragon."

The bleeding star had flown so far,
The air had turned to ash.
The walls of stone would stand no more,
But the song will never end.

The blood pays the debt...

If the song was about a person and not a dragon... who in the seven hells was it about?

Chuckling to myself I bite at my lip, "Wait until Elaena hears about this,"

Lucerys cocks his head to the side in confusion, "Elaena?"

Just hearing her name warmed the entirety of my tired cold body.

Elaena.

Her lips, that captivating smile that could bring any soul back from the pits of the seven hells...

We're coming for you, my song.

"It's our dream. Well, one of them. Since we were children we've had plans to find this 'bleeding star' and claim it as our own. But if it's a person? Hm."

If we'd interpreted the song incorrectly this entire time this would open up a world of possibilities. What if this prophecy we'd stumbled upon had been long fulfilled and it was all for nothing?

My deep thoughts are cut short when we stumble upon a fallen tree blocking the road.

Bringing the horses as far as we can bring them I hold out my arm to stop Luke from going any closer.

"It must've fallen from the storm," Lucerys thinks aloud but being the untrusting man I am, I jump down from my horse.

Taking a closer look for myself, Luke means to join me but I shake my head, holding up a finger to stop him and to my surprise he listens, nodding in understanding.

I can't help the bit of pride that wells in my chest when I notice he goes for the hilt of his sword just as I do, almost as if he's eager to jump to my defense if need be.

With a few more cautious steps I glanced around into the surrounding brush that blocked out most of the sunlight shining through the trees.

Crouching to take a better look at the snapping point of the trunk my gut twists.

The tree hadn't fallen, it'd been cut.

I try to keep completely still, my body going rigid as I use all effort to avoid making any noise.

I carefully draw my sword from its sheath, and Luke's voice cries out to warn me but it's too late.

"Aemond! It's an ambush!"

Crazed, I'm jumping through the bushes to get to him but we're outnumbered.

With three to our two, one of them goes for Lucerys and our horses while the others set their sights on me.

"Go! Strong! Get out of here!" I shout over the chaos but he doesn't listen, swinging his sword at his attacker from atop his horse.

We had not come this far to be killed off by a pack of thieves.

Growling in frustration I clash my sword with the one nearest to me. I bend backward to avoid another's attack and almost fall back but use the moment to draw my dagger from my hip.

Once I get an opening I reel back, sending my dagger soaring through the air and piercing one of the men straight in the eye.

Watching his body fall lifeless beside his comrade, the man's face contorts in an angry horror but when he looks at me I'm merely entertained by the sport.

My lips twitch into a grin as he charges me with a roar but I simply sidestep him, narrowly avoiding his attack and continuing on to Luke.

One of them brings his sword down over and over again but Lucerys holds strong not budging under his attacks as he grits his teeth.

Coming to his aid I yank the dagger free from my victim's skull just as Lucerys pulls back his leg to jam his foot into his assailant's stomach sending him backward straight through the steel of my blade.

Now that he has a free moment Luke jumps from his horse, zeroing in on something behind me, and reacts before I have a chance to recognize the threat.

Just as I taught him, he gracefully fakes out the thief, disarming him and though the man holds up his hands in surrender Luke strikes him through the heart without a second thought or a bit of guilt.

Between the both of us, we're glancing around in a bit of shock still on our guard in case there's more hiding in the brush but they never come.

Slowly, I lower my sword wiping the blood from its sharp edge with the hem of my tunic but Lucerys stands frozen, staring in a daze at the corpse before him, "Well done, Lord Strong. Your sister will be proud,"

"I killed him... we should've questioned him, taken him hostage-"

I shake my head, my patience wearing thin. "You didn't hesitate and because of that, I'm still standing here. It was us or them."

I should've expected this, he shared a similar heart to that of his sister.

In his way of ending the conversation, he brushes past me taking a closer look at the men.

As he crouches down to inspect more closely, he raises a thick eyebrow in question.

Lucerys retrieves a rolled-up parchment from the man's possession and presents the wax seal for me to examine more closely.

Taking a step closer I see it and the cold blood in my veins comes to a boil.

It was the Stark sigil that was pressed into the sealed letter.

Time stops and I snatch it from his hand, ripping it open to read it for myself.

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍
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𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀

"That son of a bitch," My face contorts in anger as I crumple up the paper in my hands.

The parchment said little but the intent was clear.

Cregan Stark had taken it upon himself to find me.
They must've been made aware of our debacle in White Harbour and still, Lucerys had yet to be recognized.

Elaena would still think the very worst of me and with her husband conveniently out of the picture, the warden of the north would act as her savior, doing his damndest to bring me to justice.

"It seems the Lord of Winterfell wants my head. Hmph."

Grinding my teeth I rip up the parchment, watching the pieces fall onto the dead bodies of his men below.

"If it's me he wants, then I'll grant his wish," I grumble, already making my way back to the horses.

My wife was no castle deemed to be conquered or acquired, she was my entire heart, the air I breathed, the mother of my child, and if he lays a single finger on her...

"What about the bodies? Won't someone find them and-"

I wave a dismissive hand at him, not bothering on a second look at our handiwork.

"Oh, I'm planning on it, Lord Strong. I want them to know I'm coming for him and my wife."

It seemed Cregan Stark hadn't learned his lesson the first time, or perhaps I hadn't made myself clear.

Sheathing my sword he continues, "They're just going to keep sending more men and we still haven't eaten-"

"THERE'S NO TIME."

I don't mean to snap at him but it's true. Every moment we stood here was another moment wasted, another moment Elaena was consumed by heartbreak that I couldn't mend from all these miles away.

The little lord cocks his head to the side to examine me, "You're afraid they'll fall in love, aren't you?"

My nostrils flare and I take a deep breath. I'm hardly eager to be vulnerable with him about the feelings I harbored for his sister.

Hanging my head I tilt up my chin to look at him.

"The only answer I have for a question like that is that I'm afraid of a great many things, Lucerys. Most of them being that I lose her...one way or the other." Using my hands to speak I bring one to my chest and realize I'm shaking.

"You're not the only one who desires to go home! Rhaena mourns me too!"

"She's carrying our son."

Watching me, Lucerys sheaths his sword taken aback at first then he begins shaking his head with a grin, "I knew it. I'd told Jacaerys but he didn't want to believe it."

"You've known? You've all fucking known?" I stare at him bewildered as he celebrates and I've never felt more foolish in my life.

"Well it's hard to ignore the constant affections we have to bare on a normal basis-"

Throwing my head back with a laugh I climb atop my horse. "Ha! Is your cousin repulsed by your Strong genes?"

When I mention Rhaena his pale cheeks flush red, following suit to get back on the road.

"It was those same Strong genes that saved your life just now!"

"Keep telling yourself that, Lord Strong." Usually, he grimaced when I called him that, but this time he smiles even if it's only a bit.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
I'd counted every stone on the ceiling repeatedly, haunted by the nightmares I'd half expected to be used to by now.

Aemond is already up, looking at me with a curious gleam in his violet eye when I glance to my left.

"There she is. I was beginning to think you would sleep the day away." It isn't until he reaches out to touch my face that I notice how different he looks.

His chin is more square with a bit of scruff that needed shaved trailing down his neck and his usually long straight hair is cut to his shoulders with a few stray wavy pieces framing his face.

"You promised our son a ride on dragon back today, my love but you're tempting me beyond my reasonable control when you look at me like that." Pulling me tighter to his chest he hums in familiar contentment but my body remains stiff in his arms.

"Our son?" I ask, knowing in my heart of hearts somehow it was Aelyx he was referring to.

"Hm, my sweet wife, are we still dazed? Did you have another nightmare?"

Perhaps everything that had happened was the nightmare.

Did that mean this was reality?

Usually, I felt at home in his arms, consumed by the very thought of him but something feels different. He's here with me but still just out of reach.

Unable to help myself I extend my arm, my fingers trembling as I trace my fingertips down the length of his scar.

"It was the worst one yet and you were gone and... and I thought all of this was a lie." I see with my eyes that I'm touching him but I feel nothing, no love, no warmth, no electricity.

Aemond smiles down at me with sadness behind his gaze and he presses a kiss to my knuckles. "I am gone, Elaena."

I must not truly grasp what he means. It was his arms that were wrapped around me cradling me to his chest. He wasn't gone, he was right in front of me.

Taking a glance around what was just moments ago our chambers from Dragonstone, I'm suddenly back in my lonely drafty room at Winterfell. I can feel my dream slipping from the corners of my mind but I hold on, desperate to keep him by my side.

"Aemond," going to him for comfort, I'm instead met by the deep dark brown eyes of Cregan. Flinching away from him I practically fall out of bed trying to get away but I never hit the floor, falling endlessly.

My face is smudged with tears when I sit upright in bed, but I keep my eyes closed knowing the empty, dark room would only make it worse.

Running my hands through my hair frantically I bring my knees to my chest, rocking myself back and forth in an attempt to keep the dream a clear image in my mind.

"No, no, no, come back, come back... please, come back to me," I beg, my voice as broken as my spirit and the body-wracking sobs consume me once more

While I'd only been here a few days, every night I was having nightmares that were bringing me to the cusp of insanity.

With what little rest I was getting, my mind was still running ragged with all the scenarios real or fake, and the more I tried to interpret the visions the more confused I became.

If my vision of Lucerys had turned out to be true what was to say that wasn't the future I just saw? Or was it the gods taunting me with different possibilities one way or the other?

Eventually, the tears stop but only because I run out of tears to cry, and though the silence is the only thing I find comfort in, my skipped meal times were beginning to catch up with me forcing me out of bed.

I'm relieved to see there isn't a single person in sight when I make my way to the kitchens, leaving me to my peace and quiet with the leftover bread and pastries I'd missed at dinner.

Bringing my blanket tighter around my body I pull a stool to the window that overlooked the hills of Winterfell.

For miles, it was only dark hills as far as the eye could see, and for some, it would be deemed calm and safe in comparison to Kings Landing but I personally preferred the hustle and bustle of the capital or Dragonstone even.

I assumed that this experience would prove to be useful to me, yet I had no way of escaping my own thoughts.

"I see you've found my hidden stash," Spinning in my seat I put a hand over my mouth to cover the evidence until I realize who that deep warm voice belonged to.

Cregan leaned against the door frame wearing only a white tunic and some worn-out trousers meant for bed and I'd never seen him so relaxed and calm.

"What are you doing here?" I spit but he doesn't so much as flinch at my harsh tone.

"I could ask you the same thing. That's my late-night snack you've helped yourself to." He nods to the pastry I'd taken a bite of and I'm a bit embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a dark red as I hold out the last half of it to him in apology.

Unable to say much I keep chewing, and Cregan's warm smile only widens. He continues to observe me for a bit, and as he appears to be considering his next move, I start to feel uncomfortable under his probing gaze.

"I'd assume you've been avoiding me if I didn't know any better." He pushes away from the doorframe and moves cautiously in my direction but, it becomes more difficult to breathe the closer he becomes.

"Don't flatter yourself, Lord Stark. It's not only you I avoid,"

My unwilling confession causes his brown eyes to tighten, and the fire that flashes back at me contrasts sharply with the darkness of his iris. "Hm, but you admit it to be true, princess?"

"It's my brother who I wish to avoid, and I can't help that it's you he chooses to spend his time with." Cregan reluctantly declines, but eventually accepts, tossing the last morsel back into his mouth while grinning at me and I can't help but smile back.

"Jacaerys... reminds me of someone. We have a lot in common him and I." He loses himself in another place as he gazes out the window.

I hadn't known much about Cregan other than the fact that he was alone. He had little time to mourn the loss of his father because his younger brother had passed away not long after. Maybe he and Jace did have more in common than I'd first realized.

"What was he like? Your brother?"

He looks up at me startled when I ask about him, his expression softening when our eyes link.

After clearing his throat, he reclines in his chair and crosses his strong arms over his broad chest.

"I was only eleven when he passed. I don't remember much but what I do remember was that wherever I went he wasn't far behind. The truth of it is that I've spent most of my life being a leader whether I'd wanted it or not." As he trails off Cregan runs a hand through his short brown hair, glancing at me to see my reaction when he realizes how vulnerable he'd just been.

"When Jace arrived it was almost as if the gods were giving me another chance at the brotherhood I'd lost..."

Gazing into the fire I bite at the dead skin on my lip, "You gave him advice not to blame me when you could've just as easily turned him against me. Why?"

When I mention it his lips twitch up into a grin, surprised, "He told you that did he?"

"He had quite the opinion on asking for your help in the first place. I think he harbors more resentment about our broken betrothal than you do."

Cregan laughs freely while leaning his head back and all the muscles in his neck flex with his warm laughter. I realize I'd never seen him so relaxed even when we'd spent our afternoon wandering the streets of the capital.

When he notices me watching him he reaches for an apple and takes a solid bite out of it before tossing it to me, "I knew the moment I met you your heart belonged to another," when I don't take a bite of it right away he urges me on.

Helping myself as instructed, my body immediately hums in appreciation as the food enters my stomach. There was a growing boy inside of me, I had to put an end to these selfish decisions.

"You wouldn't so much as look my way when I'd arrived at Kings Landing. Instead, you were enthralled by the Prince, in love before I'd even gotten a chance to..." He trails off, avoiding eye contact and for the first time since I'd meant Cregan, I felt sorry for him.

"You could've gone to the King and demanded my hand in marriage. I'd already been promised to you, any other man would've forced-"

"What kind of husband would I be knowing full well you'd already been claimed willingly by another? Contrary to what you may believe I'm unlike other men, Princess." I can just make out Cregan's breathy murmur as he stands from his chair and approaches the fireplace, "How could I? To you of all people..."

What the hell made me so special? Sure I was the heir to Iron Throne but who was to say he couldn't be just as happy with a betrothal to another high-born lady?

"Me?" When I inquire, he gives me a pained expression and his shoulders begin to slump as I cock my head to the side in confusion.

"You have no recollection at all, do you?"

What he says only intrigues me more, bringing me from my seat.

I approach him carefully by the fire and as he straightened himself, meeting my stare with thoughtfulness I reply, "Recollection of what exactly?"

Conflicted he doesn't answer at first. Grabbing the apple from me he takes another bite, tossing the core into the flames.

"Our betrothal banquet wasn't the first time we'd danced together, Princess. Granted, I was a few feet shorter," chuckling to himself I'm rushed with memories.

It seemed Aemond wasn't the only one who watched me from the crowd.

As a child, I'd always made the most out of the festivities being there were so many. My favorite part of it all had always been the music.

I'd danced with a great many people over the years and though I tried with all my might, I couldn't remember him. My thoughts had always been with Aemond even then.

"I'm sorry I-"

The disappointment on his face is heartbreaking but he's quick to hide it from me, shaking his head at my apology.

"Don't be sorry, Elaena. There were plenty of other young lords vying for your attention, even then." He's held this memory all these years but I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried.

Was it possible Cregan hadn't come for my hand solely for power and favor with the crown?

Watching me put two and two together he suddenly feels uncomfortable in my presence, clearing the table of our scraps.

"You should get back to bed. We both should,"

Withdrawing before my very eyes Cregan is no longer the vulnerable soul he just was a moment ago but instead the wolf, his teeth bared.

I open my mouth to stop him but decide against it, grabbing an extra biscuit for my inevitable munchies later. When I turn right I expect Cregan to turn left to go back to his chambers but he does the opposite, accompanying me down the stretch of the hallway instead.

Peeking over my shoulder at him I give him a suspicious look, "I don't remember inviting you to my chambers, Lord Stark,"

Cregan locks his arms behind his back, arching an eyebrow at my choice of words and I can tell I've flustered him a bit, "I learned my lesson the last time I didn't escort you to your chambers."

Truth be told I wouldn't have let him escort me to my chambers. Aemond and I had intended to pack out bags that night and run away... maybe we should have.

The silence between us was thick with the bad memory that hung in the air between us. He and Aemond had been at each other's throats all night, but that didn't compare to the tourney the next day.

With the silence, the aching pain and emptiness seeped in. Feeling it in my bones, my shoulders slump and I hang my head.

My heart was heavy with Aemond's absence, but then I remember the earth-shattering reason he wasn't here with me, and the wrath flooded in.

He killed Lucerys.

He killed my little brother.

How could he do that to me? To us?

Coming to a halt in front of my door, I go for the handle, but Cregan grabs my wrist to stop me, sending a cold chill up the length of my arm.

As I look up at him through my long eyelashes, I realize how close he is, and my body isn't sure how to react to another man's proximity.

"The handmaidens, they say you've been having nightmares... Every night." He keeps his gruff voice low to avoid angering me, but I was more humiliated than anything else.

It was bad enough that I had to suffer through those visions but for others to hear my screams through the nights? How was that fair?

Casting my eyes away from Cregan's in embarrassment my cheeks are flushed a dark red in the darkness when I notice that his huge hand was still wrapped around my wrist.

Tugging my arm free from his hold I take a step backward, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Maybe I should go back to Dragonstone. Jace is perfectly safe here-"

"NO." Something unfamiliar flashes across his brown eyes and he closes the gap I'd made between us.

Softening his tone he takes a deep breath, "I don't want you to go. I just... my desire is that you feel safe here, Elaena, even in your dreams."

With a small frown, this time he doesn't stop me from going for the door handle.

"While I admire your bravery, Lord Stark, even you can't defend me from the constraints of my own mind." Opening the door I step inside but turn around to see him off to see him smiling handsomely at me.

"What kind of honorable man would I be if I didn't try?"

"Goodnight, Lord Stark." As I roll my eyes at him, his smile only grows wider.

"Sleep Well, Princess."

To my delightful surprise, I do sleep well, free of any nightmares or visions at least for now.

When I wake the sun is shining and the evening before had left me feeling lighter today even if I hadn't slept in too long.

After nearly a week of teaching Sara the southern hairstyles, she'd taken to braiding my hair in a variety of complicated braids. She'd even helped me with my garments to best hide my growing belly.

Jacaerys and I had spent the afternoon on dragon back racing as we did as children and I can't help but wonder if Jaehaeryn and Aelyx would be racing their dragons when it came time.

Circling back around the many castles and pillars of Winterfell, quiet snow chills the air, but with the sun's heat, it's too warm to stick.

Seasmoke delights in the cool air, spinning through the flakes that pepper his scales, a contrast to the heat that stirred within.

From below Sara and Cregan watched with the company of a few other Lords and Ladies of Winterfell, their faces of joy and awe bringing contentment to my restless mind.

Though Vermax is fast, Seasmoke is more determined to make a show swooping down in front of my little brother and flying across the tree line that we deemed the finish.

Landing gracefully beside one another Seasmoke rears back her head for a victory roar of her own.

Throwing my feet over the side of the harness I go to jump down but Cregan is there, reaching for my hand to help me down.

I don't hide my surprise when I accept the help, jumping with his aid to stand just a few inches in front of him so even our cold breath mingles.

"Thank you," I whisper, staring up at him and it's as if this is the first real time I'm seeing him, noticing the kindness in his eyes and the softness of his touch but I jerk away.

Aemond had always been fierce and intense but I'd loved every bit of it, every bit of him... dark or light but I couldn't have him, not anymore.

"They were a bit nervous at first, but I think you've sold them on the dragons," he chuckles eyeing up Seasmoke behind me.

"Them? Or you? If I recall you weren't so fond of them yourself." I giggle, arching a challenging eyebrow at him.

"A bit of both. Maybe if you hadn't left me in the dragon pits all those months back..." rolling his eyes he seems to think back to it fondly.

Shrugging my shoulders I run my palm across Seasmoke's cool grey scales holding my face up to the sky to catch some snowflakes on my face.

"I had to get rid of you somehow,"

Cregan's smile only widens at my clever mouth, brushing a stray hair wet with the snow away from my face.

"Would you introduce me properly this time?"

Tilting my head in confusion he chuckles a bit, "To Seasmoke, Princess."

Hearing his name my trusted beast turns his head to look at us, raising his lip as he sniffed out Lord Starks intentions.

Taking his glove from his hand Cregan holds up his palm in way of greeting, this time not showing fear as he did in the dragon pits.

At first, Seasmoke is much like me, unsure of him and his kindness sniffing around him like he could snap and change at any time but he doesn't.

Just as Seasmoke warms up to the Warden of the North, Jacaerys, and Sara join the crowd watching in anticipation of whether he'd be burnt alive or deemed worthy but sure enough, Seasmoke presses his snout against Cregan's palm.

If there's a single sound within miles I don't hear it, only capable of focusing on the two of them.

Cregan's stiff body relaxes as his rich eyes find me looking up at him but what I had in mind for him next would make him reconsider.

I grab his hand and pull him toward the saddle, and his face immediately drops.

"Elaena? Elaena, what are you doing?" His strong voice breaks in fear.

"You asked to be introduced properly. I'm introducing you properly,"

I grin at him over my shoulder, and the color drains from his face, but he grips my hand tighter, determined to follow me despite his better judgment.

Helping me back up the saddle Cregan hesitates a moment but follows close behind fitting in behind me. At first, he's unsure where to put his hands until we take off without warning and he loops his arms around my waist tugging me back into his chest.

I don't want to admit the comfort of being in his arms, but it can't compare to the rush I felt when I was close to Aemond.

Comfort and passion were two very different things.

Seasmoke takes a turn to overlook all of Winterfell, giving Cregan a view he'd never seen in his lifetime and it reflects on his face.

"Winterfell feels so small from up here," He calls out to me but I'm already watching him, impressed by his fearlessness.

"Compared to the view of Kings Landing it's quite quaint."

My comment is a blow to his ego, and whether he notices or not his hold on me tightens but I can't do much about it with the position we're in.

"Maybe you'll have the opportunity to show me when we reclaim your mother's throne," He proposes but I don't have a witty response for him this time.

Suddenly the cold chills me to the bone and the imagery shocks me.

It was always Aemond I'd imagined by my side. He was who promised me the world and here I was forced to take it for myself without his help, and now I couldn't be sure whether or not I'd see him again on the other side of the battlefield.

Seasmoke must feel my disdain, the joyous ride quickly fading as he loops back around to our spectators down below but my dragon isn't the only one who notices my shift.

Cregan opens his mouth to say something but he decides against it.

Landing ever gracefully, the round of applause that greets us feels unwarranted but I smile gratefully at them despite how false it feels in the moment.

Instead of waiting I help myself down, relieved that Sara's friendly face is the first I see, "You were amazing! Jacaerys insists Vermax will be fit to saddle two soon,"

"A few months at the most!" My brother calls out from behind her, his doting smile impossible to hide when I'd worn one similar not so long ago.

Cregan finally joins us after struggling with the dismount, but he's eager to reach me to explain, "Elaena, I didn't mean-"

"Lord Stark! My apologies but there's been urgent word from a small town south of Hornwood," Maester Kennet's eyes avoid mine, looking solely at his Lord but still Cregan's focus remained on me, struggling between the two of us.

Without taking his warm gaze off of me he replies, "What is it, Maester Kennet?"

The old man struggles to reveal what the sealed scroll says, instead handing it to Cregan to read it for himself.

The moment he's finished skimming the parchment, his eyes lock with mine and I know in my gut what the urgent news was.

Aemond.

He was getting closer and closer with each passing day but if he'd been on dragonback he would've arrived days ago.

What was it that he was hiding?

Shoving the parchment in his pocket he motions us to follow him inside but Sara stays back, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze as I walk away.

Once we're away from prying eyes I take quicker steps in an effort to catch up with Cregan but his entire demeanor has changed, his jaw twitching with tension that wasn't there moments ago and now it's he who avoids me.

It isn't until the three of us file into his dimly lit office chambers that Jacaerys asks what the both of us were wondering.

"Well? What's it say then? Is it that bad?"

Cregan doesn't respond right away, standing at the chair of his desk as he digs his fingers into the wood.

"I placed a bounty on his head... some men must have considered the challenge for themselves. They were found slaughtered."

Snapping my neck to stare daggers at him I don't bother keeping my voice down, "YOU DID WHAT?"

The Stark Lord can't look at me now, when just moments ago he couldn't get enough.

"I said I wanted the kinslayer alive," he mutters and though Aemond was a kinslayer the words still burned. His legacy was not only his, now it was ours, it was our sons. Our names would be intertwined for all eternity, the heir who'd been a fool in love.

"I can't help but feel you have your own intentions, Lord Stark." I spit back, my tongue curling around his name with venom.

"My intention, Princess is to free you from the chains you've shackled yourself with!"

"He's my husband. You won't deny me my justice, my answers!" I shout back but it falls on deaf ears.

"You could have the marriage annulled," Jace interjects striking the room silent.

"Valyrian oaths are not so easily broken. It's not that simple!"

"WHY!? Mother is the Queen, her word is law-"

Gritting my teeth I can't carry the burden of this secret any longer and before I give myself a moment to second guess it the words are falling from my mouth, "I'm carrying Aemond's child, Jacaerys."

All color drains from my little brothers face as he shakes his head in denial, "No, it's just rumor,"

"It's truth, Jace." I confess, tears blurring my vision.

My son was not an embarrassment or a mistake. Aemond and I had kept many secrets but this was one we should've never kept.

As I watch my brother process the news he already feels miles away and suddenly it's as if I'm losing him too.

Without giving me a second glance Jacaerys walks out, and I flinch as he slams the door behind him.

Hanging my head in shame I almost expect Cregan to comfort me but I fear he's just as disgusted, only watching from behind his desk while what was left of my world fell apart before me.

"Elaena, I..." He begins, but I shake my head.

"Don't."

Once my shame boils over I turn to leave but a pair of strong hands turn me back around to cradle me to his chest and like putty in his hands I settle into his warmth.

I stay there pathetically crying until there were tears no more, taking the comfort as if it were the air I needed to breathe.

Every step I took was a mistake, causing suffering to those who mattered most around me, but for the time being, in this unlikely place I find peace from the winter storm that was sure to come.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
"Well done, Strong! It seems the both of us are eating tonight!" Patting the young lord on the shoulder he smiles back over his shoulder at me, holding up the priced bass to see it better in the sunlight.

We were less than a week's ride from Winterfell and every mile was a mile closer to vindication, to my family.

By now Elaena would know I was coming for her but not in the way I'd hoped.

"I've never loved the sight of fish so much in my life!" Luke laughs, struggling to keep it from slipping out of his grasp.

Time was passing faster now that we'd learned how to keep ourselves busy. I'd call Lucerys a good student but I would say I'm a better teacher.

In just a few days' time, he'd improved not only his swordsmanship but also managed to catch us game for meals once or twice.

Elaena would be proud to see him not only alive but blossoming into a young man and under my supervision at that.

It was often that Lucerys caught me deep in thought about her.

I'd wondered what she was doing right at this moment if despite these lies she still felt this pull between us like I did.

They said absence made the heart grow fonder and seven hells were they right. I never considered myself quite a physical man but when Elaena came into my life I'd become insatiable.

I'd give anything to wake with her in my arms, staring at me as if I was something to look at when in all reality she was... gods she was everything.

Wrapping up our catch for the day we make our way back to camp and cook it over an open flame, ripping it apart like starved animals.

"I don't mind the fish but I'll be the happiest man in the realm when we finally make it to Winterfell,"

With a suggestive smirk, I shake my head at the little lord, "I'm afraid I'll hold that title, Lord Strong."

When I bring up Luke's sister, he makes a disgusted face and it only renders my fit of laughter louder, "Seven hells, Uncle!"

Making him uncomfortable regarding Elaena was becoming my new favorite activity. I not only enjoyed getting to talk about her, but making Lucerys squirm was the cherry on top.

I take the last bite of fish and throw back a swig of water, "Your brother and sister will be stunned to see you alive. You're practically raised from the dead,"

"I'm most worried about the ones we left at Dragonstone... my mother refused violence but if she thinks I've been killed the peace won't last long,"

Oh no...

A son for a son, Elaena's dream.

Of course, how hadn't that occurred to me?

If Elaena had gone to Winterfell she would've left Jaehaeryn where she thought it was safest but was truthfully the second worst place he could be. If Daemon believed Jaehaeryn to be my bastard child despite what we'd told them he could've already put him to the sword.

Luke must notice me lose myself for a moment, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Are you having dirty thoughts about my sister again?!"

Furrowing my eyebrows together I narrow my eye at him, "Not this instance I'm afraid, I'm more concerned about my nephew who's under the care of your vengeful father."

"He's just a child, they'd never-"

"I don't think you have a clue what your mother and father are capable of,"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

I chuckle to myself, glancing at him over my shoulder as I prepped the horses, "Do you truly not know about Ser Laenor?"

What I say brings him to his feet clenching his fists but he doesn't reply, waiting for me to elaborate and I realize he did see the very best of my sister. Her children were loyal and not out of fear, but out of love.

A few months ago or so I would've taken every chance to ruin Lucerys' perfect image of his parents but right now I felt guilt.

This causes me to hesitate but he takes a step closer, "Well? Let's hear it, Uncle,"

I open my mouth to respond, but a group of voices from the Kingsroad to the east of us echo through the woods, and both of us pause.

From across the small fire, our eyes lock and he waits for my direction, already panicking. We'd been able to keep away from travelers for days but this was more than that, this was a whole group and there was no telling if they outnumbered us.

With each second that passes the voices grow closer and closer.

Grabbing what I can from the horses, I nod to the fire, "Put it out,"

Doing as he's told he wraps his pack around his shoulders, picks up his sword from the ground, "We can fight them!"

We didn't stand a chance this time, despite my admiration for his newfound bravery. We'd gotten by on pure luck the last time.

"Do you hear all those voices, Strong? Here's your next lesson, know when to run,"

Luke wants to argue, but he doesn't, heeding my words and packing up his belongings.

"There's smoke this way!" Someone calls out, their voices getting closer.

Before they reach us I grab a fistful of his cloak in urgency, "Take a horse and go North! Stay alongside the river, I'll meet you-"

"Aemond-"

"GO!" I don't have time to be pleasant with my nephew, pushing him toward the horses, and without my assistance, he helps himself up.

For a moment he hesitates just as his sister would, and though I don't have time to admire his loyalty I slap the back end of the horse, sending them off.

With only a second to spare, I bring my hood over my head and roll headfirst into the overgrown brush, skidding down the steep hill of dry dirt and holding my breath as their footsteps approached.

"Here! Here, my Prince, it's still warm!" a man calls out to the others but I'm more focused on just whom he was calling a prince.

If it was Jacaerys we were saved and I'd sent Lucerys off for nothing, but that was the ideal scenario.

Finally, the familiar voice joins the conversation and my stomach twists into knots when I hear him, my brother.

Aegon hadn't sent just anyone after me, he'd sent Daeron, and I could only imagine how angry Aegon had been that he'd let me get away.

"He's close... and he's left his horse." He chuckles but if I could make it seem I was alone, Lucerys would be safe to escape.

"Should we send a raven to the King?" One of them asks but my little brother replies, "No, we wait until we find him. Aegon wants answers or nothing at all,"

I can tell by the sound of their voices their exhausted. Gods knew how long they'd been chasing us but we were lucky to have our horses to keep us ahead, up until now.

As long as Lucerys could get far enough away I could offer him a distraction. If they think they've caught me, perhaps they won't realize there's another Targaryen worth chasing.

Chilling me to the bone, Tessarion cries out from above, landing in the clearing to greet her rider and I was certain there was no way I'd be able to fight them off now. Mounting his dragon his taunts echo through the tree line down the hills.

"All you seem good at is running brother! Haven't you heard your bastard wife belongs to the Warden of the North now?!" He shouts and though the temperature dropped by the moment my blood boiled, my forehead dripping with sweat.

I couldn't believe him, but was it possible that he knew something I didn't? She didn't truly think I'd abandon her... did she?

"You're the most wanted man in Westeros, Aemond! Not only does your own wife want you dead but your brothers and mother too! Do you regret what side you've chosen, brother!?"

Tessarion could only do so much searching from the sky in woods like these and Daeron knows I couldn't have made it far, so now he would do everything within his power to lure me out.

"My prince! We've found this boy hiding down the Kingsroad, he looked to be waiting for someone,"

I can hardly see up the hill but I know they could only be speaking of Lucerys. All of this was my fault, we should've never stopped to fish if we'd just kept moving...

"Well, what a sweet surprise, the little bastard survived. I'd hoped you were rotting at the bottom of the sea-"

"It seems I rose from the dead, Uncle." Lucerys spits back and I almost chuckle.

"But for how long, little Strong? My brother should've let you fall to the waves," Daeron growls in anger, now not only failing at finding me but failing at killing Lucerys.

There would be no running now, I had no choice but to walk right into their snake pit.

Reaching for trees for support I work my way back up the hill until their voices are just feet away.

Holding my breath I withdraw my dagger, deciding if the both of us were to get caught I wouldn't let it happen without taking at least one or two of his men with me.

"We may not have his whore wife but it seems we have the next best thing,"

At his last mention of Elaena, I emerge from behind the tree and let loose my rage.

Driving my dagger into one's neck, his friend beside him is shocked by me, not having a second to defend himself before I strike an X across his chest with my sword.

"Truly becoming predictable, brother!" Daeron calls out and I'm surrounded in a matter of seconds but I fight them off.

I duck out of the way of an attack after clashing swords with one and then another but feel a slicing pain on my arm. I try to ignore it but I'm severely outnumbered, it was no use.

When I catch sight of Daeron he struggles with Lucerys, holding a knife to his neck and I instantly freeze, "DAERON, DON'T!"

My desperation only brings the smile on his face wider, digging the knife into Luke's neck and suddenly I'm powerless just as I was the night Elaena was almost killed.

"Get the hell off of me! Kill them all, Aemond-"

"Drop your weapons! Or I kill him,"

Eager to save Lucerys I take a few steps towards them but Daeron digs the knife deeper, the blood spilling down his neck as Tessarion roars something of a victory.

"Call my bluff, brother! What difference does it make if everyone in Westeros already believes I killed him?!" His lavender eyes are crazed in a way I haven't seen before and I begin to wonder if this war was taking a greater toll on him than even he realized.

My furious gaze decimates my little brother, the anger unnerving as my nostrils flare, and against all instinct, I drop my weapons.

Lucerys' face falls in defeat as he watches Daeron's men subdue me, taking both of my arms so roughly I think my shoulders may pop from their sockets.

Fighting their grip they push me into the dirt only allowing me up on one knee to catch sight of Lucerys being thrown in front of me with his hands tied behind his back and once his men have me secured Daeron takes his hits.

With a punch to the gut, I keel over, planting my palms in the dirt to keep me upright.

"I'd never pegged my brothers so goddamned pathetic-" I smirk.

Another punch this time to the side of my face.

"You can't even face me without my hands tied behind my back,"

A knee to the ribs.

Spitting a bit of blood into the grass Lucerys gets up to block me from another hit but he's only pushed aside by one of my brother's men.

"And you still wear this ridiculous eye patch, still ashamed of your own face? How that must feel!"

After taking off my eyepatch and throwing it away, Daeron takes a fistful of my cloak yanking me up to my feet to hit me again but this time I headbutt him sending the top of my head into his nose and I hear something crack.

My brother cradled his face but blood seeped through his hands down his fancy golden garb.

"SON OF A BITCH! YOU BROKE MY NOSE!" He cries out in pain gripping the hilt of his knife so tight his knuckles were white, his eyes crazed.

"Bring me the bastard, Aegon will want him alive for now but that doesn't mean I can't have my fun with him."

Two of his knights pick up Lucerys, dragging him front and center while the other three men hold me back, struggling to keep me at bay.

"No, NO- they'll want him back what do you think they'll do if you see what you've done to him?!"

Taking a handful of his hair Daeron tugs Lucerys off the ground, "Can't be much worse than what he did to you... or could it?" His lips tip up in a maniacal grin similar to mine and I wish I'd never taught him that.

While still making eye contact, my little brother makes sure I'm watching as he takes Lucerys' face and digs out a similar scar to mine just barely missing his eye.

"Daeron stop! He's a boy!"

Forced to watch and listen, Lucerys' screams are chilling, similar to mine as a child as they echo through the clearing but out of respect I don't look away.

If he had to experience it as I did, the least I could do was suffer in my own way with him but that doesn't stop the flinching that came with the blood that now poured down my nephew's face and it was my fault.

I was supposed to be protecting him.

Once my brother is satisfied with his handy work he turns Lucerys around to face me but his eyes are shut from the pain, "You desire to be family so bad do you? Now the both of you look even more alike than we do,"

Daeron pushes my shocked nephew onto me and I hold him up the best I can with my restraints but he's practically lifeless.

"Strong, hey. Luke," I try to get his attention but the fight is gone from his body, and with that, the fight is gone from mine.

How? How was I going to get us out of this?

"Tie them together by Tessarion so they're reminded of how easily they can be discarded, and you?" Ripping off my hood he continues, "First thing in the morning, we're leaving for Kings Landing, for the King."

For hours we're tied together back to back and Lucerys doesn't say a word whether it be that he'd fallen asleep, or all his hope had gone.

From afar I watch my brother around the fire with his men that we'd built ourselves for dinner and my stomach growls almost as loud as Tessarion before she'd been fed our horses.

"Luke? Say something," I whisper, hanging my head but nudging him a bit to move him.

"It hurts even to think, Uncle," his voice is broken in his hushed tone and the guilt I feel is deep and deserved.

"Put all your weight against me, maybe you can sleep off some of the pain."

Doing as he's told he leans against my back and sighs in a bit of relief.

"What do you think they'll do to us?" He whispers as if I'd tell him the truth of it. I tilt my head back to get a glimpse of the stars above, hoping Elaena was somewhere doing the same, thinking of me.

"Nothing. The lot of them should fall asleep soon and we may be granted some peace and quiet," Chuckling a bit I try to keep his spirits up but if he laughs I don't hear him.

If we were taken back to Kings Landing there was no telling what they'd do to us.

It was possible they'd use Lucerys as a bargaining tool but I was a traitor to the crown, to the King, I would be killed despite my importance to Elaena and if I was dead, I couldn't protect him, I couldn't protect my wife and I sure as hell couldn't protect my son and nephew.

There was no other option but to get to her or die trying.

Taking a glance over my shoulder I find Tessarion fast asleep. The men weren't the only ones who traveled for days.

I clear my throat as I watch the lids of her eyes but they don't even flutter at my loud cough and I smile to myself. My young ignorant brother had overworked his dragon, she would sleep all through the night if we were lucky.

"If you're making bad jokes can I assume that means you have the plan to get us the hell out of here?" Lucerys' no joke attitude makes me frown at first but I change my perspective, treating it as a challenge, along with getting 'the hell out of here'.

"Listen closely, Lord Strong and you may get your third lesson of the day,"

"And what was the second one, Uncle?" He scoffs and though I can't see his face, I know he's rolling his eyes.

"That I always have a plan, nephew." The corner of my lips tips up in a grin despite the ache in my ribs.

What I'd give to have Elaena wash away my pain as she was so well versed in doing.

Lucerys sits up, his voice still low but surging with hope, "You have a plan?"

I shrug, my gaze fixed on the group of men a few feet away and my brother throws back his head in laughter unbeknownst to the fact that we planned our escape just out of his reach.

"Daeron might've had seven men before but he has two less now, and though it's small it betters our chances."

"And what of the fire-breathing dragon that watches guard?" He speculates but she was what I was least worried about.

"The woods are thick for miles. We get out of here and send a raven to Elaena, it's a risk we'll have to take."

"You think she'll trust you and come?"

"I know she will."

Lucerys doesn't react to my sureness right away but he slowly nods his head in acceptance, "I follow you, Uncle."

I want to scoff and make another joke to ease the tension but my heart swells with his loyalty which I didn't expect after receiving a scar like that.

We only wait for a couple of hours longer before most of the men take to their tents leaving my brother and the first watchmen to the dwindling fire.

"We don't have any weapons. How are we going to fight back?" He whispers itching at the restraints still tied tight around our wrists.

"A weapon could be anything when applied with enough... rage. We focus first on getting rid of this rope."

Daeron notices us talking from the corner of his eye and stands, stalking over to us.

"Saying your goodbyes are you?"

He kneels in front of Lucerys, but my nephew doesn't give him the satisfaction, not even raising his head to look him in the eyes.

"I'd treat me with a little respect considering you may be my cup bearer come morning, Little Lord Strong." Daeron smirks, proud of himself for his clever nickname but Lucerys doesn't react, quite used to the term of endearment I'd been calling him for over a week now.

With no reaction Daeron becomes bored, turning his attention to me. My brother kneels and I'm looking at a younger version of myself, cocky, heartless, living a life fueled by hate and revenge.

"How does it feel, brother? To know you've failed everyone?"

It takes everything within me to keep my mouth shut, to pretend I was submitting but Lucerys and I would get revenge with an army tenfold, I'd promise my nephew this. It was my brother who would carry cups for my children and heirs to come if he was lucky.

Eventually, he gives up before retiring to his tent leaving a lone soldier to watch over us and that would be his first mistake of the evening.

We wait patiently until I'm sure Daeron has had enough time to fall asleep and I clear my throat, earning the attention of the young knight.

"Keep quiet," he barks at me.

"I'm afraid I'm moments away from soiling my breeches, boy."

The knight chuckles with a shake of the head, "That doesn't sound like my problem, one-eye. Serves you right for what you did to my friends," he sulks turning back to the fire.

"It'll be your problem when you smell my pissed-in trousers in your sleep," I grumble convincing him to approach us.

The young boy takes one look at Lucerys' who was pretending to be asleep, and decides he's no threat, just a tired little Lord... but that would be their second mistake.

"Fine. But I'm not letting you out of my sight,"

Smirking to myself I fight the urge to glance at Lucerys.

"Have a desire to see my cock do you? I hadn't realized my wife has been singing such high praises-"

"Seven hells I can see why your own family can't stand you,"

He yanks me up practically dragging me through the dirt but I still manage a look at Lucerys' face scrunched up in disgust and if I could laugh I would.

Picking a tree strategically facing the camp I go to untie the tops of my trousers but notice he's still turned to face me.

"Perhaps a bit of privacy?" I arch an eyebrow at him and after a second he decides against his conscious, turning his back toward me.

The moment the knight turns Lucerys takes his opportunity, crawling on his knees until he can manage to get to his feet and running to the fire.

Lord Strong does just as I told him. He holds his restraints atop the fire but he holds his hands too close to the fire, the rope catching fire faster than he intends.

After taking the longest piss of my life I slowly tie my pants tighter around my waist.

"I'm sorry about your friends, Ser?"

"Ser Grant-" Bringing the rope around his neck I leave him no air to breathe so his death will be silent but I lean in next to his ear to mutter the last words he'll hear, "Give your friends my regards, Ser Grant, remind them of how you all backed the wrong claim."

Gripping the rope incredibly tight his body goes limp in my arms and I let it down slowly to not make a noise but Luke is waving his burning ropes in the air to wave it out.

I go to yell out to him but I bite my tongue going to him instead but my wrists were still tied.

Finally, the rope burns away and he drops it into the dirt, trying to stomp it out but the fire only catches in the brush, igniting everything in its path as we watched in unintentional horror.

From the clearing Tessarion stirs, the first to smell the smoke and I know the rest of them won't be far behind.

"We grab our weapons and go, understood?"

Luke pauses, his gaze drawn to the waking dragon behind us, and the blue beast's chest rumbles, a roar rising from her throat and ringing through the night air.

"STRONG, NOW!"

Daeron is the first from his tent but he's dazed, struggling to find us in the night, but Luke is already using my dagger to free me, handing it off as we grab what we can of our belongings and run for our lives.

"DRACARYS, TESSARION!"

In my little brother's rage, he makes yet another mistake, lighting his own camp ablaze and I couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to get away.

"To the woods! Go, don't look back!"

Luke looks at me and for the first time I can clearly see the wound down the side of his face caked with dry crusted blood, and I try not to stare, pushing him in front of me and he listens but this time makes sure I'm still with him.

We barely make it a few feet before we're descended upon by what remained of Daeron's camp.

Being that they hadn't had a chance to put on their armor, my sword slices through them like wet clay leaving them bleeding to death in the dark woods but my little brother wouldn't let me slip away so easily.

Though we'd made it through the first few rows of trees Tessarion's fire reaches beyond as she makes another attack.

She tries to take flight and follow us but the tree branches are too thick holding her back despite Daeron's onslaught of commands to catch us and I almost feel bad for the poor beast.

"I'll burn down the whole forest to find you, brother! I swear to you there will be nowhere to hide from me!"

At the sound of Daeron's voice, Luke turns to see the sky ablaze, the limbs of trees cracking and falling to the dry cold dirt below but we don't slow our pace, running until are legs go limp and we're swallowed by the darkness of the northern woods.

When we arrive at a fork in the road, the world spins and I coil over, struggling to catch my breath as well as Luke and it's not until then that I realize I never grabbed my eyepatch. I'd be instantly recognized now.

"Let me get a look at your wrists," I breathe turning over Luke's chapped burned skin and he flinches at my touch.

"Hmph, it's not too bad. We'll get to the nearest town and have a healer take a look at it,"

"And send a raven to Elaena?" He perks up, his voice hopeful for the first time all night bringing a small smile to my face.

Elaena.

"Yes, Lord Strong. We send a raven to Elaena."

This would all be worth it the moment I laid sight on her and gods be good I'd be seeing her sooner than later but I wouldn't get my hopes up too high to be crushed if we were captured once more, even my frozen heart could only take so much.

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
We follow the treeline for a few miles before we come across a small farm with a lone candle in the front window.

To our luck, they have a couple of horses resting on the south side of the small shack and the both of us look at one another, our escape within our grasp.

"Hurry, keep quiet!"

Keeping low we circle the home to untie the horses but Luke stops, grabbing hold of my arm.

When I look at him in question he only nods to something behind me wordlessly and my whole body freezes when my tired eye falls on a little girl watching us from her window.

The moment she see's the sapphire on my face she jumps back away from the window and though I try to ignore it her reaction stings deep.

Holding a finger up to my lips I hope for the best but perhaps we'd been too lucky.

Instead of keeping quiet the little girl no older than twelve years old screams bloody murder catapulting herself away from the window to alarm whoever the hell she could, but I didn't plan to stick around and find out.

"Let's go!" I urge Luke on as I do, helping him up the horse but a voice calls out from behind us, "HEY! You know you could've just asked nicely for those horses!"

Unexpectedly the voice belongs to a woman with a sword in one hand and a torch in the other.

As I see the woman I presume she is the mother of the young girl and I hold up my hands in surrender.

"Aemond, come on!"

Luke utters my name and the woman instantly turns her neck to stare straight at my sapphire in the dim light and her jaw drops open in shock.

Breathlessly she gasps, "It is you,"

"I told you!" A small voice cheerfully calls from the doorway and the little girls smiling face is a pleasant surprise.

"Gysella, back inside!"

Ignoring her mother she takes a few steps toward me, fearless and I have to admire her bravery.

"You're going to Winterfell to see the Princess aren't you?" As she looks up at me her hazel eyes twinkle when she talks about my wife and I imagine when I talk about her I look something of the same.

"I am. I have a promise to keep," Taking a look over my shoulder 'the promise' dismounts his horse and the woman's eyes widen in shock when she realizes she didn't have only one prince on her doorstep.

"You're Prince Lucerys, you're alive,"

Luke nods in greeting with a small smile and the girl blushes wildly, covering her mouth suddenly too shy to speak.

"It's true... you didn't kill the Queen's son."

In her simple words, we know where their loyalties lie when she calls my sister Queen and we breathe just a bit easier.

The young woman's voice is quiet, afraid to admit she along with the rest of the realm doubted me but I didn't blame her.

"No, he's only ever tried to save me, my lady," Luke adds and I get my first taste of vindication, and it's heavenly but I know it won't compare when I see Elaena's beautiful face.

The little girl's mother examines me for herself but I know her mind is already made up about me, only concerned for the safety of her daughter.

Uncomfortable with making her choose between us and her daughter I make the decision for her, "If you assist us in getting to Winterfell and allow us to take those horses we'll bring you both back ten-fold, my lady."

She wants to accept the offer and be rid of us but she glances at her daughter who still stared at Lucerys and me who were battered and bruised beyond reason.

With a sigh she shakes her head, "That won't be necessary just yet, Prince Aemond. It's late and my daughter will never forgive me if I let you both ride off into the night."

Stepping forward to decline Luke shoves me, "We'd be honored guests, Lady-?"

"While I appreciate the honor, I'm no lady, my prince. You may call me, Mara,"

"Thank you, Mara."

Lord Strong grins at me, ruffling Gysella's hair before following the giggling girl to the front of the house and her mother laughs at the frustrated face I make but I'm too exhausted to fight them.

The quaint home couldn't house more than two rooms but it was all this little family needed. Perhaps when we have a chance to get away from all this Elaena and I could raise our family in a small place like this for a few quiet years of peace.

Something simple, something ours.

Lucerys and I fit around the table and scarf down every bit of food they offer, our royal manners flying out the window as the two girls watched with quiet laughter.

They'd even tended to our injuries, Gysella thoughtfully applying something to relieve the burn around Luke's wrists.

As she finishes wrapping the bandages what she says next nearly makes me choke on my stew.

"Are the rumors true about the Princess being with child?"

At the little girl's blunt question, Lucerys throws his head back in laughter as her mother looked on in pure horror.

"Gysella!"

"Even you know about that do you?" I smirk, stretching my sore muscles and a light pink blush covers her adorable cheeks.

"Gysella knows just about everything there is to know about The Realms Princess of Song and her Sapphire Prince. Every night she wishes to hear of one of your adventures," Her mother adds, and I quirk an inquisitive eyebrow at the names they'd created for us.

The Princess of Song and the Sapphire Prince.

It had quite the ring to it.

"Is that so?"

Gysella nods proudly but doesn't look away from what she's doing, tending to Lucerys carefully as she speaks, "You and the princess have gone against all odds to be together. Mother says love like that is rare, like her and Father,"

At the mention of her father Mara's face falls, "I think it's bedtime for you, that's enough excitement for one evening,"

Poor Gysella's beaming face falls in a matter of seconds as she backs away from her approaching mother.

"But mother! Maybe the Prince can tell me a story, could you Prince Aemond?"

I hadn't realized the details of our relationship had made perfect strangers so invested in our lives and looking down into the pleading eyes of this little girl I crumble.

"The Prince is tired, Gysella they have a long journey in the morning-"

"It's alright."

Luke and Mara look stunned that I accept, watching me with wide eyes as I got from my chair and crouched to be at eye level with Gysella.

"I'll admit, I'm a bit worried you've heard all these stories before,"

Gysella's hazel eyes brighten, and I hope one day my own daughter will look at me in the same way but I would have to get back to Elaena first.

Digging through our pack I find the favour Elaena had made for me at the tourney but it's tangled with something, a folded-up piece of parchment that falls to the floor.

As I scoop it up I notice Elaena's handwriting and my blood runs cold.

Had she put this in my pack before I left?

My fingers begin to tremble but I shove the letter in my pocket for safekeeping fighting the urge to open it now in front of everyone.

Holding up the black fabric Gysella settles into her mother's lap getting comfortable.

"Elaena gave this to me the day I fought Cregan Stark for her hand in marriage. She'd told me whether I won or lost she would become my wife. We would run away together, adventure to Old Valyria... maybe we should've." My soft voice trails off and I lose myself in the memory.

It felt like a lifetime ago and our problems had seemed insurmountable when really they were trivial compared to this space between us.

At least we'd been together.

"But you won, you beat him!" She smiles, reminding me and I chuckle to myself.

"I did. When my sister gave us her blessing we couldn't wait another day. That night we married in the dragon pits with only her parents, a maester, and our dragons."

"What did she look like?" Gysella asks, her tiny eyes growing heavy but Luke and Mara listened intently as if they were interested themselves.

"She was... she was perfect." Leaning back in my chair I chuckle, the memory as fresh as the day it happened and I wish I could relive it, over and over again.

"Elaena was always beautiful but she looked astonishing that night. I'll never forget the way her black dress brought out her eyes and how her hair was braided to make it look as if the crown was no mere accessory but a part of her, what she's meant to be."

Realizing I'd gone on a bit of a rant my gaze finds Gysella but she's fast asleep in her mother's arms and my cheeks are flushed with the intimate details I'd just shared and I remember why I'd even brought it up in the first place.

"What happened to her father?" I ask, too curious for my own good.

Mara takes a deep breath, fidgeting under the uncomfortable question.

"A year back he was killed by a group of raiders. I begged for our lives and offered them everything but that wasn't enough... they wanted my husband too."

My heart breaks for her as I imagine how it must feel to lose someone you love, not just metaphorically but eternally. Would you forget their voice, their face after years of someone's absence?

"Did they ever find the ones who killed him?" Luke asks, almost angry.

Mara frowns, shaking her head, "We took what we had left and started over. We couldn't stay in that place where they'd butchered her father... the truth is without her," the young mother gazes down at her sleeping daughter, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to continue, "Without her, I would've begged they take me too."

She hugs Gysella against her chest but looks up from her daughter making eye contact with me, "Something you'll soon learn Prince Aemond is that your children will severely outweigh the love you might have for yourself, and even the Princess."

I don't know what to say to advice so critical coming from a stranger. It wasn't that I doubted what she said it was quite the opposite.

At first, I hadn't thought it possible that I could love something or someone more than I loved Elaena but it was safe to say when I finally held our child in our arms that I might feel different.

We knew all of this was for the family we'd have together one day soon but I was still too far.

Elaena had all but practically begged me not to go to Storms End but I'd gone anyway thinking I'd known best when in all reality I couldn't control everything as hard as I might've tried.

Lucerys must notice my shift, filling the silence so I don't have to, "Do you know where we can send a raven come morning, Mara? My sister needs to know the truth."

She looks between the both of us and nods, "Of course, there's a town West of here. Cregan Stark pledged the North to Queen Rhaenyra, any Lord would be honored to help,"

"I'm not so sure. Cregan's named me Kinslayer and any man who wants a bit of gold is after us at the moment."

"Then we show them, we spread the word that Prince Lucerys is alive and well."

Luke and I exchange a look as we're both struck with a plan.

"Winterfell is only an hour away at most on dragon back. We spread the word, but we pray for our whereabouts to reach Elaena before it reaches my brother,"

Lucerys sits up in his chair, arms crossed across his chest, and nods, accepting yet another of my ridiculous plans.

If all went well, this time tomorrow evening I'd be sharing a bed with my wife and once I had her in my arms I was never letting go.

Mara is gracious enough to give us what blankets they have and Lucerys and I settle into our respectable corners of the cottage on the floor in front of the fireplace.

When I hear his breathing slow, I bring the folded parchment into the fading light of the flames.

Simply reading my name written in her sweet delicate handwriting was enough to make my heart beat from my sore rib cage.

Brushing my fingertips across her raised signature I haven't felt this close to her in almost two weeks.

Unable to help myself any longer I flip it open my tired eye savoring each word.

-

𝒜𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹, 𝑀𝓎 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹,

You'd laugh at me if I said I already missed you as I'm writing these words and you're just down the hall, but already it's the anticipation of your absence that burdens my heart so.

I want to believe so badly that all will be fine but how can it when nothing good comes of us being apart?

I've told myself to dream, dream wildly and without bounds hoping it'll close the distance between us, and if I'm blessed, when I close my eyes it won't be my brother's death that I see but you coming home to me and our son.

For what is a song without its tempo, without its beat to keep it in time and in tune?

Avy jorrāelan,

-𝐸𝓁𝒶𝑒𝓃𝒶

-

I read her precious words over and over again until I have her letter memorized by heart.

I leave the tear stains to dry on my cheeks, a reminder of the emotion this woman stirred inside of me and I'm grateful it hadn't calloused over in our time apart.

Lucerys turns over to get comfortable and when he glances at me I bring my hood up over my head in an effort to keep my privacy but I know it's no use when he insistently stares thinking I don't notice him.

"What, Strong?"

Frowning he sighs, turning back to face the wall frustrated that after this time together I was still so brash, keeping him at arm's length.

After a few conflicting moments I take a deep breath, my words a struggle in my broken voice, "We can't wait another day, she can't wait another day."

He takes a deep breath, this time comforting me instead of the other way around, "She's strong, Uncle. She has to know you're coming for her."

"Then maybe it's I who's weak without her, nephew."

For a while, Lucerys remains to himself and I begin to wonder if he's fallen asleep when he says, "I'd say... that just because you're stronger together doesn't mean you're weak apart."

***

I don't know when or how long I fade into something of a sleep when a smokey smell tickles my nose, bringing me from the little solace I'd found.

I don't register where the smell is coming from until I open my groggy eye and realize the fire had gone out some time ago but the smoke seeps in, the flames spreading across the ceiling.

My body jerks from its relaxed state to check on Lucerys who was still sound asleep but a bang startles me up from the floor to follow the desperate knocking from the bedroom.

Gysella.

"LUKE! GET UP!" With one glance at the growing flames, Lucerys throws his blanket off of him and I yank him up pushing him towards the door.

"Get yourself out now," Without time to explain I turn nearly missing a falling shelf but I assure myself of Luke's exit before running to the girls.

When I hear their cries for help on the other side I throw all of my weight into the door but it's blocked from the inside, jamming the door from opening.

Growling in frustration I try again in vain but the home grows hotter by the second and if I don't think fast more innocent blood will be on my hands.

Recalling the window I'd first seen Gysella in earlier I make a run for the front door but what I find outside is even more troubling.

The cottage hadn't just miraculously caught fire, it was Daeron and Tessarion that rained fire down on not only the house but all animals and crops this poor family had owned.

"He found us," Luke stares into the early morning sky with horror but my resilient brother would have to wait.

"The girls, Luke, we need to break the window, NOW,"

Lucerys follows me around the back and in a matter of seconds the entire roof is engulfed with flames.

Gysella bangs on the windows with tears in her eyes, struggling to breathe but I can't do anything with her so close to the window.

"Back up, Gysella! Back up!" I yell, but that only attracts my brother's attention from the chaos he rained across the field. Tessarion turns her head to us and my heart plummets.

"Luke, run," I tell him as I'm wrapping the black fabric of Elaena's favour around my knuckles but he fights me.

"No, I'm not leaving you alone,"

Doing as I say Mara brings Gysella back against her chest away from the window but they're both coughing uncontrollably the life draining from them by the second.

Driving my fist through the glass it's not enough, and Tessarion grew closer, "GO!" I yell, pleading with him to save himself but he ignores me, looking around for something on the ground.

Taking another swing, the broken glass catches my arm where I'd been cut just last night and I cry out in pain. The warmth of my blood trickles down my arm as Tessarion descended upon us but I shove my fist through the window once more, the opening still not safe enough to get through.

"LUKE!"

"Tessarion, DRACARYS!"

Shielding myself from the inevitable death by flame it never comes and instead, there's a roar of triumph that rings through the air and instantly I know we're saved.

Vhagar, alive and well blows her own blast of flame in the direction of my brother, veering him away from us and it almost swallows him whole bringing a proud smirk to my face.

"Watch out!"

Glancing over my shoulder I jump out of the way just in time for Lucerys to throw a stone the size of his head through the glass and finally, we can bring them through.

Gysella is brought forward by her mother but just as I'm reaching for her through the glass Tessarion sends another attack through the house destroying it before our very eyes and the roof collapses on the both of them.

"No, NO!" I cry out but Luke pulls me away from the wreckage just as the building caves in on itself and I almost drop to my knees as I watch, helpless when it was us that had brought this death upon them.

But it was my brother who had killed first without question, knowing we were inside making us the intended target.

Vhagar feels my rage, coming to land right before me and I don't waste another moment going to greet her.

"Vhagar, ñuha sȳz raqiros, ñuha pazavor raqiros,"
*Vhagar, my good friend, my loyal friend,

As I rest my palm on her scaly skin, the bond between us is strengthened by all the emotions that swirled within me, but first I would feed the blind rage that boiled over.

Mounting her, Lucerys calls out from below in an effort to be a voice of reason, "Uncle, we can run, we can go home!"

I point to the pile of ash that was just minutes ago a home, my voice scratching my throat as I roared, "HE KILLED THEM. They saved us and he murdered them in their own home!"

I tuck Elaena's favour back into my coat pocket without breaking eye contact, and when he realizes there's no use his dark eyebrows fall, "There will be no running, Lucerys. Not anymore,"

My nephew takes a backward step, his expression saddened but both of us would mourn as we may and I would assure that Daeron wouldn't follow us back to the ones we loved most.

"Sīmonagon, Vhagar,"
*Rise, Vhagar

With a running start Vhagar grunts at her jump, but zeros in on the beast responsible for her wounds, and our rage is one.

Daeron does what's expected, circling around the clouded clearing to try to locate Lucerys on the ground but Storms End was a mistake I wouldn't make twice.

"Now whose running, brother?! Face me!"

Successfully luring him away from the ground Tessarion does what she does best attempting to use her speed to avoid Vhagar's jaws but she won't be able to escape the bite of her flames.

"Dracarys, Vhagar!"

Vhagar creates a barrier of flames that almost reach the sky and if Tessarion was to fly through it, she would have to risk her own rider or go above where Vhagar and I waited for them both.

Bringing me closer to the flames Vhagar hovers there, asserting her dominance with a ground-quaking roar, and my nostrils flare as the voices of my anger urge me on, to become what they already swore me to be.

"You've killed enough innocents, little brother! I have half a mind to take you to the Queen and have her decide your fate!" I call out to him, and before me, my brother crumbles under his failings, his face falling as he comes to terms with the power I have, the decision right at my fingertips but I look down at Lucerys who watched from below.

Lucerys wouldn't blame me, hell Elaena likely wouldn't once she saw the scar that stretched across her little brother's face but when I saw my own sibling's fear the murderous rage fades away in an instant and maybe it's weakness that causes me to hesitate.

The moment Daeron notices my distraction Tessarion pushes herself up off the ground to veer over our heads and with Vhagar's size she doesn't have enough time to move, only jerking open her jaw to try and catch them as they fly higher overhead.

Taking a tighter grip on the reigns I pull her back to stop her from chasing them, "Ōregon, Vhagar!"
*Hold, Vhagar

As I watch my brother's silhouette fade into the morning skyline Lucerys' words echo through my mind, 'just because you're stronger together doesn't mean you're weak apart'.

But Elaena and I wouldn't be apart for much longer, I was coming for her, for my wife and we would have our revenge.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
It'd been a whole day without a word from Jacaerys and after a night of tossing and turning now, it feels as though I'd lost both of my oldest brothers.

When I wake up early this morning the sun shines through the windows with a promise of a better day and doing my best to stay hopeful I get an early start despite nausea that crept in.

Giving Jacaerys free rein of the halls I'd spent all morning in the Godswood avoiding the sideways glances of the people who wandered the corridors buried in the books I'd taken from the libraries.

The odds their texts would say much on Old Valyria were slim but with endless time and thoughts to avoid I dive through the mounds of books in search of something about my bleeding star.

Even Seasmoke was out to take in the sun, spending all morning in the skies circling over the Godswood in a way to stay close.

"I should've expected you'd be out enjoying the sunshine,"

Looking up from my book I smile, greeting the only person who hadn't looked at me with hatred or disdain.

With the temperature climbing, Cregan decided against his thick furs and wore only his thin leather tunic with a long-sleeved shirt beneath to keep him warm, but I only look for a moment, feeling guilty for taking the time to gaze at him in the first place.

"Jace still won't speak to me, I figured I'd do him a favor keeping to myself,"

Uncrossing his arms from his broad chest Cregan frowns as he approaches me.

"I don't think that would be doing anyone any favors, Princess."

A light blush comes to my cheeks at his small compliment but I pretend to continue reading my book though I instead read the same line over and over again as I feel his handsome smirk burning into the side of my face while he watches, amused.

Cregan takes his seat beside me under the tree but he keeps quiet in his attempt to let me read in peace but his body heat next to me was all too distracting.

"Was there something you wanted, Lord Stark?"

I arch an eyebrow at him over my shoulder and he chuckles deeply, "I'd initially come to invite you to breakfast but this seems like a more peaceful way to spend my morning,"

I laugh at the idea of peace. I hadn't experienced much of that for almost two weeks now.

All I had were questions and the only person that could answer them was nowhere to be found. I had half a mind to see him myself and demand answers, perhaps I would.

I don't know how long I sit there staring wordlessly at the skyline. Closing my eyes for just a moment I take a deep breath of the crisp northern air, fiddling with the rings that grew tighter around my fingers.

From the corner of my eye, I notice Cregan reaching for my hand to stop me from my nervous habit but slowly as if to ask permission.

Taking my hand in his he turns it over in his own to graze our fingers but only slightly when he notices the tension I hold in my body under his touch.

Even still, I stand by what I thought of Cregan the first time we met. He was a remarkable man with plenty to offer any Lady or Princess... but this heart's fate was sealed when the gods destined Aemond and me in the stars.

Cregan's warm brown eyes flicker with emotion I'd seen in Aemond's own gaze before and I flinch back from him, pulling my hand away.

Instant regret flashes across his expression thinking he's made me uncomfortable and as I go to apologize he frowns, shaking his head, "You don't have to apologize, Elaena. I know... you belong to another. You'll always belong to him."

His soft voice doesn't harbor any spite or venom, the Warden of the North simply spoke the truth with a bit of sadness behind his eyes as he comes to the hard realization.

I'll always belong to him.

Even if the small hope I held was in vain, I would forever consider myself ruined by Aemond Targaryen.

My deep thought is interrupted by one of Cregan's men, who takes a few steps around the hallway before halting when he sees us sitting so close together.

Once Cregan notices the panicked look on the boy's face he's standing to meet him with concern, "What is it?"

"My lord, my apologies for interrupting but there are reports of forest fires not too far south of here. People are being forced to flee their farms and homes, flooding to Hornwood,"

Closing my book I stand to get a better look at the sky and sure enough far off in the distance a dull smoke dilutes the perfect blue sky that I'd seen when I'd first woken up.

"A forest fire?" Cregan asks, turning back to lock eyes with me and we both know that isn't the case.

"There's a man who claims a prince has been traveling with a convoy of soldiers and his dragon on the hunt for someone,"

I cradle the growing bump of my belly knowing in my heart this had something to do with Aemond. I can't speak, my mouth going dry but Cregan looks to me for my reaction, unsure of how to proceed.

Making the decision for the both of us he urges me forward, "Have him escorted to the dining hall and fed. We'll meet him and Prince Jacaerys there for breakfast,"

The knight nods curtly, turning to heed his Lord's commands.

It seemed I would be joining my brother for breakfast after all.

As I fall in step with Cregan I keep my voice low, "I'm shocked you don't want to speak with him in private,"

He looks back at me pained, "You deserve those answers, Elaena. You and your child, and if he has news about the Prince you should be the one to hear it first."

When we arrive at the dining hall, Sara and Jacaerys stood to themselves in the corner of the room so engaged in their own conversation that they don't notice us enter.

Cregan stiffens next to me, clenching his already tense jaw as he watches them.

"Leave us," He orders the servants but Sara stares daggers at her Lord, not at all intimidated by his power.

Jealousy perhaps?

Was there even more that I didn't know about?

There was plenty of time to find out but I on the other hand had more pressing matters to deal with.

The man is covered from head to toe in dirt and soot. It was a miracle he was even alive, sitting here before us.

When he hears us approaching he spins, the poor old man's eyes widening when he sees his audience didn't only include the Warden of the North but the heir to the Iron Throne and her Prince brother as well.

"My Lords, Princess, it's an honor. Thank you for seeing me," Standing to greet us I take the man's hand clasping it with my own in thanks for his bravery and he's taken aback by my kindness.

"Are you hurt?" I ask him softly, giving him a once over but he shakes his head.

"No, princess, however, I can't say the same for my friends to the south of us. Word spreads almost faster than the fires..." His hands tremble within mine afraid to finish his sentence when Jacaerys finally joins us, a sour expression on his face as he watches Sara flee through a side door.

"And what is it they're saying?" Cregan asks him, taking a seat across the table from him.

The man looks between the three of us, "Dragons fight dragons, brothers fight brothers,"

Aemond.

"Thank you for bringing this information all this way. My men will see to it your family is kept comfortable and fed." Cregan ushers the elderly man to the door but I can't even look up at him to bid farewell staying silent until he takes his seat at the head of the table.

I have to hold the chair to stay upright, and my heart tells me to go to him, to move, but the shock is too much initially.

If it was Aemond and Daeron who caused these fires in the south, maybe there was a chance he hadn't been the one to kill Lucerys after all, and if there was a chance I would reach out and grab it.

My breath catches in my throat but I force out the words, "It's him. I'm going,"

I turn to go but Jace grabs my arm, "Are you mad?! You're with child!"

"And what does that matter to you, Jacaerys?"

My brother cringes, looking to Cregan who watched and stepping a step closer, "Although that child is Aemond's, it is still my niece or nephew, and you are still my sister. You could get hurt-"

"Aemond would never hurt me or our child," I spit at my little brother, yanking my arm out of his grasp but he's taken aback by my fierceness looking to Cregan for help.

"Would you talk some sense into her?! Tell her she's gone mad!"

Cregan only chuckles at my brother, watching me as he leaned back in his seat fit for a king.

Without taking his eyes from mine the corners of his lips tip up into a knowing smile, "You've gone mad, Elaena."

Jacaerys throws his hands up in anger with his friend when he realizes it's a losing fight, "You're no help!"

Standing from his seat Cregan shrugs his shoulders, "When has your sister ever listened to a word I said, Jacaerys? You'll have to know by now she'll do what she damn well pleases,"

Jace looks between the both of us but settles his conflicted gaze on me.

"Then I'm coming with you,"

"Jacaerys-"

"I won't lose another sibling, Elaena. We leave now, and one of those Hightower cunts will pay for my brother's death." His dark brown eyes burn into mine and I see his father, his true father shining through taking me back to when we were children.

Jace notices this, and as he grows uncomfortable my little brother brushes past me, leaving Cregan and me alone once again.

From the head of the table, Cregan rests his elbows on the wood, watching me from above his locked fingers.

"Thank you," I mumble deathly quiet and those two words hold so much.

His thick eyebrows rise in surprise but he catches himself, his expression softening, "And what for, Princess?"

"For everything... for all of it, Lord Stark."

Cregan's frown deepens with the sincerity in my voice, "If I didn't know any better I would think this is goodbye,"

"Perhaps it is," I whisper in reply.

Standing to meet me he closes the distance between us, "It's not. I would never send you to your death, Elaena."

I scoff, laughing to myself as I turn to go, "And when have I ever listened to a word you said, Lord Stark?"

Sara meets me at my chambers eager to help me dress for my journey but I can tell her mind wanders elsewhere as she tightens the loops in my braids.

Catching her brown eyes in the mirror they quickly dart away avoiding my questioning gaze, only further peeking at my interest.

"What's troubling you?"

Her smile sinks as she blows out an exasperated sigh, finishing the last set of braids down my back and taking a seat next to me on the bed.

"I've grown quite used to you here, Princess... both of you. And something tells me our time together is drawing to a close,"

Taking her hands in mine she looks down at our intertwined fingers.

"I'd like to think the opposite, my friend. We've only just begun. Besides, I'll need friends at my court when I become Queen one day. Friends I can trust,"

This time when she smiles it's genuine but something dark flashes across her soft eyes.

I open my mouth to ask her but a thunderous roar from Seasmoke stops me cold.

Running to the window my stunning silver dragon circles the sky but his cries aren't ones of sorrow or pain, they were of something else.

When I see it's Vhagar who Seasmoke is greeting I rub my eyes hardly believing what I saw, welcoming her home despite what she'd done, but the same wouldn't be said for me.

"What is it, Princess?"

"It's Aemond... he's... he's here." I breathe, frozen where I stood as I watched them land in the clearing.

As the words hung in the air between us I still couldn't move, seeing this moment in my dreams time and time again but I still couldn't grasp that it was happening.

Having to pull myself away from the window, I rush for the door, throwing it open to see him and get the answers I so desperately needed.

Despite the fact that I was running through the crowds and chaos, everyone else was running in the opposite direction, terrified that the one-eyed prince had arrived to destroy their home but I knew better.

As I push through the crowds, the knight at the door tries to stop me, but I ignore him and step out into the sunlight where I see the outstretched wings of Vhagar and Seasmoke over the tall stone walls.

With every step closer their voices become louder and I'm struck by Aemond's deep thunderous tone, echoing through the empty courtyard, "I won't ask you again, Stark. Where IS she?"

"You're in no position to be making demands of her Kinslayer! We should kill you where you stand!" Jace interjects and I take another step, and then another to hear Aemond's reply.

My husband only snorts at him, "Kinslayer am I? I'll admit I've come close,"

"Closer than close I'd say, Uncle," This voice that joins them is one I thought I'd never hear again, and a shudder runs through my body almost bringing me to my knees.

"L-Luke? You're alive? We thought-" Jacaerys confirms it with his breathless words but I still can't believe it, needing to see with my own two eyes.

Though my feet weigh a ton I use all my strength to move, bringing myself out into the clearing and I see them.

Both of them.

Jace and Cregan stood guard in shock from afar with his men, but Seasmoke remained beside Vhagar, pleased to see his old friend.

Aemond and I lock eyes from across the clearing and his cocky smile meant for Cregan fades when he sees me.

"Elaena," Aemond's voice is strained with emotion but he's much like me, frozen where he stands.

He's without his eyepatch, his chiseled face dirtied and bloodied from their trek across the North, and yet Lucerys looked even worse. With a bloodied wound across his face in a cut similar to Aemond's, one would think my husband repaid the favor but they were both alive, they were here and he'd kept his promise.

Aemond had kept his promise.

Of course, he had.

I go to take another step but I'm unable to move, my heart pounding so loud I don't hear or see anything other than him.

Aemond drops all of his belongings to the ground and it's good he does because I'm already losing all feeling in my legs and I'm going down, collapsing but I never feel the hard ground.

A pair of strong familiar arms catch me, holding me up against his hard chest and my lavender eyes are already flooded with tears.

"I've got you," Aemond's deep reassuring voice only brings more tears and I think I might hyperventilate until his fingertips draw their path along my chin, tipping my face up so we're peering into one another's broken hearts.

"You're here, you're both here." I whisper, reaching out to touch his face and I still don't believe it, "This isn't a dream,"

Those words seem to break his heart, his perfectly shaped lips tipping up in a sad smile as a fresh sheen of tears threatened to fall down his face.

"No, my sweet girl, this is real. This is all real,"

Resting his forehead to mine I don't think we could get any closer in front of all these people but nothing else mattered.

He was home and Lucerys was alive.

"They spoke of dragons fighting south of here. I was going to come for you, I should've come sooner, I should've known-" My chest burned and the guilt is overwhelming.

I'd doubted him with little pushback when I should've gone on a search for them instead.

Aemond would've come for me without a second thought but I'd thought the worst of him.

"Shh, my love I'm here, we made it to you that's all that matters now."

Aemond pulls back to take a look at me, making sure I'd been kept in good care and one of his massive hands goes to my belly covering the bump of our son that had grown while he'd been away.

"Look at you, even more, beautiful than the day I left you." His hands tremble as he takes me in but I place my palm over his to bring his swirling violet eye back to mine.

Taking a deep breath his tension-riddled body relaxes into me, both of us finally at ease to be in one another's arms.

Jace loosens his embrace with my little brother to ruffle his hair, but after getting another look he practically tackles Lucerys again, "I can't believe it, the gods have blessed us."

"I wouldn't be standing here without Aemond. He saved my life too many times to count,"

Jacaerys turns in surprise to look between both Cregan and me but while their faces are struck with shock I'm too busy gawking up at my husband with pride.

Aemond smiles looking over his shoulder to Lucerys, "You returned the favor a time or two, nephew."

My heart skips a beat when I see the warm interaction between them and how he calls my little brother nephew isn't bogged down by venom or hatred but instead used as a term of endearment.

Turning back to look at me Aemond cocks his head to the side, "He's become quite the skilled swordsman,"

"I could even challenge you, sister! We can spar," Lucerys' warm eyes dance with joy but Aemond shoots it down quickly, coming to stand in between my brothers and me.

"Not a chance, she's still very pregnant with our child if you've forgotten," My protective husband growls to intimidate my little brother but Luke only rolls his eyes, showing his age.

"How could I forget with you reminding me at all times, Uncle?"

Instead of taking a hit back, Aemond shakes his head with a dark chuckle, avoiding my loving gaze and I can swear I see him blush.

Just how often had Aemond spoken about me?

"He'll need a maester to look after his wound, if he's lucky he won't need stitches-"

I won't let him finish his sentence I instead collide my mouth to his and he takes only a moment to respond, cradling my face to intensify my soft peck into something deeper, his playfulness quickly shifting into his familiar passion.

"Seven hells, I should've expected as much." Lucerys laughs from behind us and instead of warranting a death glare from Aemond my husband laughs against my lips along with the rest of them and I never thought I'd see the day.

"I'll have the kitchens prepare a feast to celebrate your return. We'll send word to the Queen right away," Cregan mentions, joining the fold but I can tell he's uncomfortable, his wide shoulders set back with tension as he's forced to watch Aemond and I's affections.

Aemond doesn't miss a beat, tightening his hold around my waist possessively and Cregan notices turning to walk back through the courtyard without another word.

"I'd like to write to Rhaena, but the first thing I'm sinking my teeth into are those lemon butter cakes! I've been having dreams about real food." Lucerys comes closer to embrace me and Aemond reluctantly lets me go, rolling his eye when he first mentions food.

Taking Luke in my arms I notice just how much he'd grown in his time away. Though they were both thin with malnourishment Luke had grown at least an inch or two.

I go to wipe away the streaks of tears but Lucerys helps me instead, his own brown eyes glazed over with similar emotion.

"There isn't a better man for you you, sister. I should've seen it sooner, we all should've." In an apologetic smile, he presses a small kiss to my temple.

The boys follow Cregan towards the castle, and Jace wraps his arm around Luke's shoulders, already catching up on what he'd missed as if he'd never left.

With my brother's distance, Aemond takes my hand tugging me back against his chest to snake his arms around my waist.

"And what are you most excited to eat? I can make sure they have something brought to my chambers,"

I place one of my hands on Aemond's chest but he's already looking down at me, inching down to nuzzle his nose against mine with a devilish grin, "I can wait for food. There's something else I'd rather sink my teeth into. I've been deprived of my wife for far too long,"

A hot blush consumes me and after almost two weeks of no physical affection, a familiar heat rises below when his breath fans across my neck, "But first, I want a bath with my wife in the hottest waters they can manage here at Winterfell."

His low husky voice sends shivers down my spine but when he presses his cold lips against the arch of my neck I'm done for, a gasp passing my lips.

"That can be arranged. But I'm afraid I don't have my own bathing quarters."

A deep rumble sounds in his chest, "Then I'll bar the doors until you're sick of me or until the Stranger comes to take us, otherwise I'm not letting you go,"

I curl my fingers around his arm at the nerves that crept up my spine.

We hadn't shared a bed in almost two weeks and yet it had felt like a lifetime, his love bites long faded.

Helping Aemond with his things he remained true to his word, ignoring the sideways glances of the Northerners and keeping his arm looped with mine and our fingers interlocked.

Once I close my chamber door behind us, Aemond begins to disrobe eager to get out of his dirtied clothes.

"Quite the rooms he's chosen for you." He scoffs but I don't know whether he means the room isn't up to my standards, or perhaps too much. Either way, I was sure my husband would've had something to say.

I watch from afar at first for my own selfish reasons but once I see the bruises and cuts littered across his toned body my already fragile heart cries out with every beat.

He must not hear my light steps closing the gap between us, flinching when I reach out and place my warm palms against his back.

I brush my fingertips down the dark bruise that stretched across his ribs and I can only imagine what Lucerys and Aemond had gone through to get here in one piece.

He'd done all of this for me.

How could a man so loyal, so unwavering still desire me?

Aemond turns slowly but doesn't move to touch me, the violet of his eye darkening with memories as he watched me caress his smooth pale skin.

"Who did this to you, my prince?" I ask softly, my eyes flickering to his.

"Daeron." He answers simply bringing his hands to my waist.

When he doesn't offer anything more, I sense he doesn't wish to speak any more of it so I let it go for now.

"Perhaps it's best a maester look after these cuts and bruises. I can call the servants to bathe you-"

"Elaena, I will never prefer another woman's touch to yours. A week and a half, a year, a lifetime apart wouldn't change that."

I swallow the lump in my throat and it's as if we're standing in the gardens of the Red Keep those months ago but at this moment, Aemond stood vulnerable, with no walls to hide from me as he once had and I didn't deserve it.

"I doubted you. I mourned us, Aemond... I thought..." I can't bring myself to finish the thought of avoiding that lavender heartbreak that his eye tried to hide.

He takes my face between his calloused hands in an attempt to make me look at him but I can't, not until he commands me to.

"Elaena, look at me."

Our gazes finally meet and he offers me a sad smile taking a strangled deep breath.

"When we'd heard you'd come to Winterfell I was a wreck for days. All I could think about was you here, broken and with him." His husky voice gives out but he tries to hide it.

His tongue wets his bottom lip and suddenly my mouth goes dry.

"You weren't the only one who held doubt in their heart... I wish I could take it all back. I never should've left you, pregnant with our child nonetheless." His fingertips trail down my arms to cradle my stomach and the warmth that stems from his touch brings my ice-cold veins to life.

"What kind of man would leave his pregnant wife?" He sighs, resting his forehead against mine but I shake my head.

He'd trekked across the realm for me to keep a promise and he blamed himself?

"Aemond, you are the man who defends those who cannot defend themselves. You wouldn't have gone if you hadn't known I was well protected."

"And I'll never leave my duties as a husband to another man again. It was all this dark mind could do to forget my heart was here with him-"

I take his pointed chin between my fingers and tip his face down to my short height so our lips brush with each of my words, "But who is it that stands with me now, my prince?"

With the tightening of his arm around my waist his long fingers dig into my side in reply to my question, his breathing erratic.

"Elaena," my name passes his lips like a holy prayer but he struggles to continue.

Stepping up on my tiptoes I press a kiss to the bottom half of Aemond's scar and his hands travel south to rest just at the top of my ass, "I'm forever ruined by you Aemond Targaryen, forever yours. Even when I thought the worst of you, my heart knew better."

I blink up at him through my blurry vision and a deep hum of contentment sounds from his chest.

Running his lips across my jaw I turn my head ever so slightly to meet his mouth and his kiss is firm as his teeth bit down softly to open my mouth.

His demanding tongue caresses mine and one of his hand's fists in my hair, the sting of his tight grip a welcomed sensation that ripples straight to my core when he pulls away to whisper, "ñuha dōna, dōna vāedar. Nothing about you is ruined, not a damned thing."
*My sweet, sweet, song.

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The bathing house was one fit for the Red Keep and I would never admit that aloud but I would absolutely take advantage during our short stay here.

Smooth stones lined the large bathtub that I now had completely to myself as I waited impatiently for my beloved.

I sit back, stretching my arms along the back wall, and sink deeper into the steaming hot water, grateful for the scarcity of lit torches with the state of my head.

Whether it be the lack of food or the lack of sleep, my skull was pounding with a headache comparable to that of when I'd lost my eye, and the one thing I longed for was making me wait.

Finally, I hear her small steps padding down the hallway, hesitating just outside the door and my heart climbs to my throat.

Perhaps there was no reason to be nervous. We'd laid together time and time again, seeing one another as bare as our name days but this felt different.

Elaena timidly turns the knob and enters, her back to me at first, but even when she emerges, I struggle to see her in the dim light.

"Are you enjoying your bath, my prince?" Her soft voice reverberates against the walls and I know her moans will sound angelic in a chamber such as this.

The corner of my lips twitch up into a devilish grin at the thought and she takes another step forward into the sunset orange that spilled through the smaller fogged windows.

Elaena wore only her chemise and even in the dark my hungry gaze finds her nipples pebbling against the fabric, her growing belly a constant reminder of the future to come and the past we'd endured.

"I'll enjoy it far more when my beautiful wife joins me. You know how to keep a man waiting, my love."

Taking another step she begins on the ties, keeping a watchful eye on me as she did so.

Slowly, Elaena brings the fabric up and over her head, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as her curvaceous body was consumed with a deep blush beneath my stare.

"I believe it was I who did the waiting,"

As her chaise pools to the floor near her feet I curl my fingers digging my nails into my palm and my cock twitches with need just beneath the water.

Elaena might've felt less desirable with the changes of her body but her skin glowed with the fire that burned inside of her. Every curve that graced her was another place for my hands, for my lips and I would assure her of that for the rest of our lives.

I didn't just want her, I needed her.

And desperately.

Without breaking the connection of our eyes she slowly takes the steps one by one and I can't help myself, closing the distance between us in the center of the pool.

Standing I tower over her petite frame and our bare chests brush bringing a sharp gasp from her lips. I long to capture her mouth with mine but I hover there as I wrap an arm around her waist reveling in the heat of her breasts pressed against me.

"I've dreamt of you every night I've been away. There wasn't a moment my mind wasn't consumed by you... and yet nothing could've prepared me for this, for how beautiful you look carrying our child."

My words are a whisper against her temple and Elaena stills at my confession, her wide-doe eyes peering up at me through her long elegant lashes.

"You've only just had your wounds tended to, my prince-"

"Aemond." I correct her.

Mostly it was a turn-on when she referred to me as her prince but at this moment it felt distant, impersonal.

"Tonight, my love, I want you to say my name. Let it echo through the bathing chambers and down the halls without shame because you belong to me and I to you." Splaying my hand against her bare back she arches her body into mine causing her stomach to brush against my very erect member.

As I stifle a moan at the small contact, I take her chin between my fingers tipping up her face so our eyes meet. "Is that understood, Elaena?"

With a small smile on her lips, she stands on her tiptoes to brush away the loose strands of hair that had fallen in front of my sapphire and presses a tender kiss to my cheek.

"Completely, Aemond."

My name rolls off her tongue seductively coaxing a low growl-like sound from my chest and using the hand on her back I fist my fingers through her long strands of blonde hair tugging ever so slightly to give myself better access to her neck.

Peppering small kisses behind her ear, I nibble a trail of light bites down her neck until I reach her breasts.

Hooking my arm beneath the curve of her ass I lift her effortlessly to take her nipple between my teeth, rolling my tongue over the tip and bringing a whimper past her lips.

Elaena's fingernails dig into my back at the sensation, my name a groan against the scarred skin of my chest as I lower her to the bottom step to angle her back just so.

"What are you-"

Thrusting two fingers between her slick folds she cries out, riding my hand like the good girl she was and I groan at the sensation of her tight sex clenching around me.

I'll be a dead man when I finally slip inside of her, but not yet.

"Fuck, my sweet innocent girl so tight for me, only for me,"

I lick my lips before capturing her mouth with mine, ignoring the swell of my balls aching for release.

Her wet mouth moves against mine with little resistance moaning into my tongue that claimed her with each swift roll but it's not enough.

Hooking my fingers slightly I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit and she bucks against me. She breaks our kiss only to bite down on my bottom lip tugging me closer so our chests collide in turn sending water droplets up around us but I drill into her, chasing her orgasm before I find my own.

"Aemond, yes, yes, please-" Her innocent voice is music to my ears and her pleas heighten until she goes limp in my arms, leaving sloppy kisses down the arch between my neck and shoulder but I was far from done with her.

Elaena snakes her arms around my neck holding herself up but I swiftly lift her to bring her legs around my waist to support all of her weight so she doesn't have to.

"I had almost forgotten what an orgasm felt like," she giggles and I let out a heartfelt laugh at her dazed smile.

"Hmm, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a bit... comforting. If he laid a single finger on you, I'd take both of his hands."

At first, Elaena doesn't move, let alone take a breath and my blood runs cold.

Pulling back to look at her I arch my eyebrow as my mouth presses in a thin line, watching her.

Had that son of a bitch touched her?

Or even worse... had she invited him in?

When she avoids my gaze my stomach drops all but confirming my suspicions and my possessive hold on her tightens.

"Elaena," I growl in warning waiting impatiently for her to enlighten me, "Did he-?"

Shaking her head, she cuts me off.

"No, Aemond. Cregan was only honorable through my stay."

Rearing my head back to look at her I cock my head to the side, "Cregan now is it?"

She rolls her eyes at me, hiding her face in my neck as I smirked at her but she remained to herself, tracing the shapes of my chest.

A frown tugs at the corners of my lips and I rest my cheek against the top of her head.

"What is it, my song?"

For a few more quiet moments the only sounds in the washroom are the trickles of water from our small movements in the massive tub.

"I had nightmares... For the first few days I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. I'd blamed myself."

I keep quiet, listening intently and I'm reminded that although Elaena had been safe she surely suffered more, even if it was under false pretenses.

"It was my fault you'd gone, it was my dream that you wished to prevent... and in my heart, I'd lost you both and it was my doing." Her voice broke with emotion and instinctively I go to cradle her head against my chest.

"Our child was already despised before I brought him into this world... and the way my father and brother acted when they heard." She sniffles in between words and her pain was mine, multiplied by the shame that I held knowing I wasn't here to protect her from all of it.

My wife, the mother of my child, my future Queen.

Anger boiled within me for the sake of my family. She'd been in pain and her closest kin hadn't embraced her they'd shut her out, pregnant and alone.

I wouldn't rest until she got an apology from every last one of them for doubting her. It was the least she deserved.

"Cregan was the only one who comforted me. He'd kept me fed and made sure I was looked after, along with Sara."

So not completely alone.

When she mentions the Stark lord again I cringe, loosening my grip to pull back and reach for a rag draped over the edge of the bathing tub.

"I'd rather not talk about another man just moments after I've had my fingers inside your cunt, Elaena."

I run the rag through the water, bringing it to her chest where I graze one of her nipples as I drag the rough fabric across her wet skin.

With a sharp intake of breath, she takes hold of my arm to steady herself and those lavender eyes flutter shut, her long fingernails digging into my skin sending the blood rushing to my cock.

Careful with the cloth, I scrub between her breasts tenderly but the soft act doesn't match my gruff tone, "I have a bone to pick with the lot of them. That bastard put a bounty on my head, Elaena. He could've killed both of us."

"I was furious when I heard. I would've never allowed it even if my Mother agreed." She leans back against the edge of the tub and my heart swells at her loyalty.

"You didn't want me dead yourself?"

Her body stills beneath mine but when I bring the washcloth south she gasps, struggling to answer as I palmed her pretty cunt beneath the water.

"Hm?" I urged her on, purring in her ear before I take her earlobe between my teeth.

"I-I wanted answers before I-" Her voice trails off into a soft whimper at the mercy of my wandering tongue and my throbbing cock jumps at the sound, brushing against her and she feels it, leaning into me.

"What answers, my sweet girl?" I grin but she grows annoyed with my questions, seeking me out in the water.

Grinding against my hand she replies but it breaks my heart as she does, "I had to know if you'd killed him... if what we had was real or just my own fantasies."

She'd doubted us.

After all that we'd been through.

Elaena must feel my grip on her slacken and she pulls back only slightly to look into my troubled eye.

"And did you get the answer you'd hoped for?"

My voice is withdrawn, uneasy and it pains her as much as it pains me.

"I had my answer all along... I even dreamed of you, of our future." She peppers small kisses across the bandages on my upper chest and I hiss from the sting but I'll take her affections any way I can get them.

"Our future, hm? And what did it look like?" My voice is a strangled whisper into her hair and the water stills, the world outside of this room no longer existing, only us.

A small smile comes to her lips and she looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest.

"It felt like a memory. You spoke of our son, of Aeylx... but you disappeared. I begged you to come back but it wasn't real."

If her dream of Lucerys had come to fruition what was to say this one wouldn't too?

Tossing the cloth aside, I take her face in my hands gently brushing the pads of my thumbs across her cheeks, "I'm here now, I'm with you... and a King never leaves his Queen unprotected."

The heat that rises between us is unmistakable and as my lips hover above hers Elaena's eyes flutter shut.

"Never again, Aemond. I won't raise our children alone,"

"You won't, Elaena. I'll be by your side. I promise you this,"

Elaena knew the meaning of a promise between us. I'd proven myself time and time again, and though some might say my love for Elaena was a weakness they were sorely mistaken.

She was my strength, my drive behind all things and without her, this cold heart would be a miserable wasteland.

Only capable of hesitation a moment longer I lose all self-control claiming her mouth in a domineering kiss and she moans into my mouth desperate almost as desperate as me.

Hiking her legs up around my waist I rest her ass back on the top step, keeping her at just the right height, and lining my throbbing cock to her entrance she widens her legs, urging me inside.

"Aemond, please. It's been too long," She gasps, leaning back on her elbows, and her chest is lifted above the surface, droplets of water sliding their trails down the sides of her breasts.

Snaking an arm around her torso I begin my assault on her chest, leaving kisses and bites all along her precious soft skin as she squirmed beneath me, arching her clit into me for some kind of friction.

"I love you Elaena, and as I say it, it still doesn't feel like love is enough a word for what I feel for you," The words are between kisses and she's so far gone to her own desires I doubt she hears me until she replies through haggard breaths, "Never leave me again, Aemond, never,"

Our eyes connect and as I drink in the beauty of my wife bare, submitting herself to me, I help myself to her, thrusting the tip of my cock deep inside of her coaxing a moan from her throat and I grow even more thick inside of her at the sound.

My sweet girl wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me in closer, and I throw my head back in bliss, drunk off of her smell, her taste, all of it.

Colliding my mouth to hers I part her lips with my tongue, tasting her as I drew in and out of her in a numbing slowness that I wouldn't be able to keep for much longer but I would keep this slow, and tender for her.

"You're holding back-" She breaths, breaking our kiss and I growl against her mouth, taking a handful of her ass to get a better angle and when I pound into that sacred spot Elaena cries out my name with no regard for her volume.

With her sweet song urging me on, our hips slapped against each other, sending water all around, but I remain to have my way with her, speeding up my pace in ways she couldn't keep up with.

I guide her body up and down my length, both hands locked on the curve of her hips, the pressure building in unimaginable ways.

Elaena begs for more in low desperate pleas, resting her head in the crook of my neck, and her orgasm seemed within reach as her body trembled within my hold.

"That's it, my love. Fuck,"

The curse is a hiss through my lips and I throw back my head to crash my mouth to hers as my hot release fills her heavenly slick cunt convulsing around me, milking me of every last drop of my seed, and she could have it, have all of me.

"I'd crawl through the seven hells for you Elaena. Never forget that again,"

With her arms still wrapped around my neck Elaena doesn't make a move, using what energy she had left to keep breathing but instead of letting go, I relish in the ecstasy of being with her in the deepest way human beings could.

"Never again," she whispers as she presses a light but tender kiss against the top of my shoulder.

***

After getting dressed in the finest Winterfell had to offer I make a visit to check on Lucerys after he's had his wound tended to, and luckily the wound across his face will heal on its own.

When I round the corner the door of our chambers is open and Elaena speaks softly with another girl inside.

Not meaning to sneak up I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest.

Elaena sat on her bed facing the mirror and she'd made a friend of sorts.

A girl not much younger than us twisted and weaved my wife's long blonde hair into a loose braid that laid nicely over the bottom layer of her hair.

Her longer locks were strategically curled in waves around her neck to hide the love bites and she notices this, inching toward to mirror to get a closer look at my handy work I grin proudly when she smiles, tracing her fingers over the bruises.

"Do they hurt you, princess?" The servant asks, both of them still ignorant of my presence.

My sweet girl giggles a bit, running her fingers through her curls, "Not at all. In fact, I enjoy them."

The corner of my lips lift at her words, the pride in my heart sending blood rushing to my cock and I'm desperate to leave more of my mark upon her body.

"Aren't you worried people will see?"

Elaena shakes her head, her hands traveling down her neck to her chest where her black sapphire necklace usually hung and I frown.

"I used to be, but at some point that changed. They remind me of him, of our time together... as if I needed reminding." Her face flushes when she says it aloud and before she can say anymore I clear my throat.

Both the girls whip their heads to look at me and Elaena's friend stands to bow her head in respect, "My Prince, my apologies we weren't aware-"

My gaze only flickers to the girl, the majority of my attention on my breathtaking wife who watches me with a familiar heat behind her eyes.

"I assume you to be Sara? Elaena's spoken about you." Closing the distance between Elaena and me, the both of them straighten their backs growing tense with my presence.

"Y-yes, my Prince. I've been her personal maid during her stay with us."

When I glance back at her, I have to do a double take. Her square jaw and serious brown eyes were familiar but from where?

Elaena smiles up at me as I come to stand above her. Caressing her face I trail the tips of my fingers across her jaw skating down over the very marks they spoke of.

"You're appreciated, Sara. It's comforting to know my wife hadn't been alone in my absence."

Sara relaxes a bit at the sight of our tender interaction, a stark difference between how Cregan had reacted as he watched how close I'd held her earlier.

Elaena might've assured me he was only honorable but I knew plenty of the look of desire he held in his gaze for my wife.

Before I can ask Sara of her familiarity she excuses herself, bidding Elaena farewell and she's gone, closing the door softly behind her.

As Elaena stands to meet me she straightens out her dress, getting another look at herself in the mirror before dinner and my gaze trails up her body, devouring her.

Northerners were accustomed to their dark colors and furs and luckily, both of those things suited Elaena delectably. The dark course fabric of her dress plunged in the center between her breasts but with the sheer cover she wore along with it one wouldn't see much unless she let them take a peek beneath.

Unable to help myself I come up from behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist to rest my palms on her belly where a bump was slowly but surely beginning to show.

I would be a father before the year came to an end.

"You're stunning, my love. The Northern styles suit you." I purr into her ear, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and she leans back against me, humming in contentment.

"It's all I have to dress myself with. I've grown out of just about everything," she sulks but I can only chuckle at her adorable pouting lips.

"The moment we return home I'll have only the finest garments made for you and our Jaehaeryn will get the ride on Vhagar as I've promised."

"Home," she sighs, absentmindedly tracing her neck where her necklace would usually hang.

"Where is it? Your necklace? I'll help you put it on," I take a step away to take a glance at her dresser top but Elaena tugs me back to her.

"I've left it at Dragonstone for... safekeeping."

I cock my head to the side, and a frown tugs at the soft corners of her lips, and I know she's hiding something from me.

"After all, they'll be expecting us at the feast, and I have more reason to dance tonight than any other." Elaena changes the subject, scooping up her brush and placing it on her dresser before turning to take my arm, but I whip her around to bring her into my chest, savoring the last few moments alone before we ventured out into the festivities.

Trailing one of my hands up her chest, I graze my fingers between her breasts while tightening the other hand's grip on her waist. "I don't want another man's hands on these hips, my love,"

Elaena gasps, her eyelashes fluttering shut when she feels the brush of my lips against her neck.

"Do you intend to keep me occupied all evening long?" She teases, her fingers fiddling with a silver buckle on my tunic nervously.

After hours of claiming her again and again, I still hadn't had enough. Even the small touch she graced me with had me eager for more, to say the hell with this feast and the Warden of the North and cristen this bed.

"Of course. I won't be leaving your side all evening, or ever again for that matter."

Bending down to steal a kiss she holds up her finger, going for the door.

"Now husband, if we start that we'll never leave the chamber,"

A growl-like sound comes from my chest and she giggles, taking my arm and we're on our way.

The music and voices travel down the corridors as we approached the dining hall and already, Luke's boisterous laughter finds us bringing a smile to both of our faces.

When we round the corner and enter the view of the masses, Elaena's grip on my arm tightens, and the room comes to a halt as they whisper and turn their heads.

The Realms Princess of Song and her Sapphire Prince.

My song's body language shifts as she faces me, her nerves fading whilst she looks up to meet my gaze and I give her small hand a small squeeze.

Using a finger to move a stray hair from her face I offer her a reassuring smile, "Have fun tonight, my love."

Elaena's twinkling lavender eyes are bright with excitement as she brings my knuckles to her lips to leave a peck before we're interrupted by her brothers.

"Aemond! You have to see the spread they have for us- Elaena, sister, you look stunning," Luke had obviously been partaking in the wine but who could blame the lad? We'd escaped the jaws of death more times than we could count.

"Lucerys just how many goblets of wine have you had? Jacaerys?"

Jace holds his hands up in surrender to his sister, "He claims he's a man now-"

"So I'll celebrate like one!" Luke clasps his arm around my shoulders, and his smile is contagious despite his older brother's sour expression.

"Maybe you should be partaking as well Jace. Seems as though you need to loosen up a bit." I don't hide the smirk as I pat him on the back, his face flushing with irritation but he had little to complain about being that I'd saved his little brother's life.

Before Jace can reply Elaena sees where the conversation is headed and pulls me away to the head table where Cregan sat with his Northern lords.

"He'll hate me for decades to come, there's no denying it-"

Elaena hooks her arm with mine and pulls me down to her height, "Hush, just give him time."

Arching an eyebrow at her I scoff, but keep my cynicism to myself.

Time is a luxury we won't have for long.

Elaena thankfully sits a few seats down from the Warden of the North and his men, looking to me to sit next to her.

After a moment of hesitation, I take my seat reaching beneath her chair to scootch her closer to me and farther from Cregan who couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

She was stunning, I'd give him that but if he needed reminding just who she belonged to I wasn't afraid to make a statement in the midst of his extravagant feast.

For a short while Elaena and I lose ourselves in the plates of food and drink offered to us and if I had known my wife as well as I thought I did, her stress would have kept her from eating during my absence.

In the crowd of people, Lucerys danced with anyone who asked but when I find Jace he's taken to the corner in a closed-quarters discussion with none other than Sara, Elaena's handmaiden.

With my hand laying claim on Elaena's thigh, I give her a gentle squeeze to get her attention but she's already noticed herself, pushing out her chair to go to her little brother.

When she stands I follow suit but catch a glimpse of Cregan whose stare was burning into Jacaerys and Sara over his goblet.

Keeping Elaena close I interlock our fingers and lock an arm snugly around her waist through the sea of people, our bodies getting pushed and pulled in every which direction.

"Uncle! Dance, have some fun would you?" Luke appears before us almost out of thin air but Elaena has her sights set on Jace, letting go of my hand as people squeezed between us.

"Not now, Luke..." I go to walk away but I turn back to him, "Has Jacaerys told you anything about this Sara?" With my height, it's easy to keep Elaena in my line of sight, but given this handmaiden's apparent proximity to my family, I'd be a fool not to suspect her intentions.

Luke stands on his tiptoes to follow my gaze finding who I speak of and shrugs his shoulders, "He spoke little of meeting someone but he never mentioned it being a girl."

With a deep breath, I roll my eye and take a fist full of Luke's tunic dragging him in the direction of his siblings but they're not alone.

Jacaerys and Elaena stand close in a heated discussion but her brother keeps an arm stretched out in a protective stance keeping Sara behind him and it becomes perfectly clear.

Jace had found a paramour of his own.

I can't hear what's said but whatever he says hits Elaena straight in the chest, tears welling in the corners of her eyes and I'm pushing through people to get to her. I wouldn't tolerate another tear shed at the hands of her own family, brother or not.

We're mere feet away as Cregan steps in front of her coming to my wife's defense but he takes hold of her hand, using an arm to reach back pressing her to his back in some sort of embrace and I see red.

I push through the people unforgivably and I charge toward him, Luke's voice a distant fly buzzing in my ear and through gritted teeth, I growl out my warning.

"STARK!" Shoving him aside Elaena looks on in shock, grabbing hold of my arm, "Aemond, please don't-"

As I bring her behind me Cregan shifts his rage from Jacaerys to me and a crowd was swiftly forming around us.

"I'd watch your next step, Prince Aemond. You aren't in Kings Landing anymore, these men are loyal to me." He stands tall, confident not even sparing a look at his men who stood at the ready with their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Unwilling to show weakness I take a step forward with a smirk, "Are you threatening a Prince? The bounty on my head wasn't enough?"

"Hardly a threat, only offering a word of thoughtful advice, my prince." Cregan's brown eyes dart to Elaena over my shoulder and his gaze softens with a familiar look in his eyes. When she stiffens under his stare I take a sidestep to keep her from his view.

"We thought you'd murdered my brother in cold blood," Jace takes a step forward confirming my suspicions that he had something to do with it.

"But he didn't, Jacaerys. Those men almost killed us both on his orders." Luke steps forward to defend me and it further irritates his brother but Sara gives a tug on his sleeve and I realize just who Sara was.

Once the realization hits me I narrow my eye at the Warden of the North, my gaze darting between the two of them.

This was the bastard little sister of Cregan Stark himself and Jace had fallen in love with her.

When I put two and two together both Jace and Cregan's expressions drop, the color draining from their faces and when the feast grows silent Cregan glances around at his guests realizing the setting but I wasn't finished.

As I open my mouth to say something Elaena comes to stand in front of me, gripping my chin.

"You've all made quite enough of a scene this evening. Your wife begs you to stop this," she whispers in a curt tone and reluctantly my anger fizzles out when I get one look at her pleading eyes... but only for now.

"We finish this in private." Cregan spits at us, but it's clear his anger isn't only pointed at me but at Jace as well.

The line in the sand had been drawn with Cregan, Jacaerys, and Sara on one side and Luke, Elaena and I on the other.

But if Cregan thought he could prey on Elaena's vulnerability all while trying to rid me of the picture entirely then he wasn't only a desperate cunt but a dead one.

***

Chapter Text

𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮
Emptiness.

Her home, her heart, her soul.

Rhaenyra had grown used to the feeling in her young years but this? She wouldn't wish the loss of a child on a mother. Visenya was a promise never kept, a wish only made but never fulfilled but her sweet boy Lucerys... the walls held his voice the corridors his memory.

She and Daemon had accepted Aemond into their home, their lives. And their sweet, rebellious daughter had fallen in love with their son's murderer carrying his unborn child within her royal womb and yet, an unsettling voice gnawed at the back of her mind.

Could it all be as it seemed?

In the almost two-week absence of Elaena, her mother had taken to her chambers in an effort to keep her mourning private but on this evening they were to devise a plan.

While Rhaenyra had withdrawn from daily proceedings her husband had buried himself in revenge plots, seeking out any word from the capital of Prince Aemond's arrival or his brother's schemes to further humiliate their daughter.

No, he wouldn't allow it.

The hours had dragged on into the night but still, Rhaenyra sat at the helm of the painted table watching the flames praying to the gods that the sparks would give her a reason for all this heartbreak and disloyalty.

By the door, Daemon hovers watching over her before he waves off the men on guard, shutting the doors behind them.

That Hightower cunt had cost them Viserys, their baby girl, and now Lucerys.

'Those snakes will continue to slither through our kingdom, spreading their venom until we cut off their heads.' He'd told her, but Rhaenyra was ridden with self-loathing, her once sure eyes riddled with doubt.

To run and take whom she had left, or to fight for her children who had given their lives for their mother, the Queen?

Clearing his throat Daemon takes a few weary steps toward his mourning wife, "My Queen. There's news from the capital,"

Rhaenyra however doesn't move from her seat, only drumming the table with her fingers slowly, lost.

"Lady Mysaria, she says there's been no sighting of Aemond or Vhagar. But the youngest boy, Daeron, has been seen coming and going on dragonback." With this new information or lack thereof, Daemon hadn't expected much from his wife but her stillness irritated him.

Some handled their mourning with tears, others with stillness but Daemon would handle this grief with intention.

"Rhaenyra-" At her name she snaps her head to lock eyes with her husband, standing from her seat to address him.

She was no fool, Daemon had always wished for war with Alicent and her father and this had given him the perfect excuse, the perfect outlet to reveal his true nature.

The White Worm had not just been sending intel letters, but they were also exchanging revenge preparations.

"The plans you both toy at are despicable." She replies, her face flushed.

"They've taken more than enough from us, from our children!"

Turning fiercely Rhaenyra speaks with more tenacity than she has in weeks, "And that little boy and girl have nothing to do with the sins of their forebearers, Helaena- my sweet sister-"

"They're all pawns fed lies from the moment they were born just as their cunt mother."

She doesn't know why but Rhaenyra flinches at the harsh words her husband used. Time had since healed the deep wound of Alicent's betrayal but it was becoming more clear that she'd been a fool to think their friendship was mendable.

Twisting at the rings around her fingers Rhaenyra takes a deep breath, finally looking up at her husband with a final answer. "We will take our revenge with fire and blood but not with the assassination of children."

With quick footsteps the Queen leaves no room for argument leaving Daemon to simmer, boiling even as he bites his tongue, keeping his venom behind his clenched teeth if only for the evening.

The next day had been even worse than the day before. Rhaenyra took no visitors no matter how urgent until a raven arrived from Winterfell, turning Dragonstone on it's head.

At first Daemon wasn't sure how to react.

Relief?

Regret?

Guilt?

But Daemon was no fool to his own emotions he was well aware he could feel all of it at once. He'd been correct in that Vhagar had torn apart his sons dragon but how wrong they'd been about the rest of it.

As he approached their chambers it wasn't often he'd felt this uneasy speaking with Rhaenyra but after their argument from the evening before it was clear she hadn't wanted to see him.

Timidly wrapping his knuckles against the door only silence greets him. After a moment he lets himself in, announcing himself to the frigid back of his wife.

"My Queen," At this instance Daemon's tone was thick, catching the attention of the Queen.

Rhaenyra turns ever so slightly in a way of inviting him in and he crosses the room with urgency but she barely moves to greet her husband, still very much sick with grief and confliction.

Twirling the scroll between his fingers Daemon takes his seat beside his mourning wife who'd lost weight in the recent days since Luke's passing.

With most of the elder children gone Rhaenyra had tried to keep up appearances by attending meetings and mealtimes but with each day that passed, the more the color faded from her pale cheeks and the sight of it broke her husband's cold, stone heart.

"Rhaenyra, love, a raven's come from Winterfell." Daemon's normal curt tone was thick with emotion, his violet eyes pleading with his wife to read the news for herself.

She wouldn't believe it.

Seven hells, he himself barely believed it and he'd reread the words over and over again.

"From Elaena?" Rhaenyra perked up in her chair, realizing the mess of her hair and running a trembling hand through it as Daemon confirmed with a nod, his mouth set in a tight line.

If anyone was aware of the sharp tongue Daemon wielded it was he himself and it was that same steel that had cut their daughter down like she was nothing. Her own father had brought her to her knees with the news of her younger brother and then blamed her for all of it.

At every turn, Elaena showed she was the product of all their strongest traits. None of her rebellious acts were of a surprise but he'd still done his damnedest to stop this inevitable heartbreak that came from marrying a man so like her own father.

Even Daemon's exchanges with Lady Mysaria, his eyes, and ears in Kings Landing, couldn't have prepared him for this...

Handing his wife the scroll she unravels it with shaky hands, her eyes widening with shock.

"Lucerys... h-he's alive? Is he with them at Winterfell? When? When did this arrive, Daemon?"

In an attempt to anchor herself to the chair, the Queen gets to her feet so quickly that there are stars in her eyes but her husband stands to assist her in taking her arm.

"Just now."

Hot tears trailed down Rhaenyra's face but Daemon, overwhelmed himself wipes her flushed face, pressing his temple to hers as they held one another in the privacy of their rooms but her erratic breathing persisted.

How was one to explain a loved one rising from the dead? After days of mourning and placing blame on undeserved parties where were they to go from here?

Taking a deep breath she clears her throat, shifting from an overwhelmed mother to the frigid Queen they'd all believed her to be.

"Have Syrax saddled and ready for a trip to Winterfell-" As she goes to leave Daemon catches her around the wrist, his grip tight and overbearing.

"Rhaenyra, no. Elaena will bring him home, maybe we should exercise some faith in her in Aemond."

At her husband's words, Rhaenyra arched an eyebrow in annoyance, tilting her head as she looked at him with burning eyes.

"You must mistake yourself, husband. I've always carried faith in our daughter, it's you who drove her to Winterfell in the first place."

For days they'd argued about Daemon's cold treatment toward their daughter but Rhaenyra could not understand how her husband could be so warm, so loving to Baela and Rhaena, but be so cruel to their own daughter, their firstborn.

Gritting his teeth, he turns to stare into the blaze of the burning fireplace.

"I've failed our daughter in many ways, I know this."

Rhaenyra stills behind him, unaccustomed to hearing her husband admit his faults.

Elaena and Aemond had represented all of Daemon's failings though his wife hadn't seemed to see it that way.

When Rhaenyra and Daemon conceived her the night of her wedding to Ser Laenor, he'd run instead of taking her Mother's hand as he promised but Aemond had kept his word to his daughter at every turn, even fighting for her hand as Daemon had for Laena all those years ago.

He'd even missed Elaena's birth, her earliest years, her first swing of the sword, but she'd done perfectly well without him under Ser Laenor's care only proving his failings as a father once more.

But then came the funeral on Driftmark bringing him face to face with the spitting image of himself and Rhaenyra.

Her fierce eyes and attitude had never been aimed at her Mother, and despite her father's blood as a child, she'd always respected authority... at least those who mattered. She'd always attend her lessons and training with her siblings and Uncles, all while bringing a smile to any who encountered her but that he was confident came from her Mother.

"All along I've fought her on this boy... when we thought he'd killed Lucerys, I wanted to burn him alive for what he'd done to her, to this family."

When Rhaenyra hears her husband's voice crack she flinched, taking a step forward lightly to not startle him like a wild animal. It wasn't often he'd been so vulnerable with her or anyone for that matter.

"If all of this had been to manipulate our daughter after all she'd been through... and I'd taken it out on her."

She hadn't deserved it then and she sure as hell didn't deserve it now, neither of them had.

Daemon hangs his head, contemplating if it wasn't already too late, how it was he'd repair this.

Closing the distance between them she interlocks her slim fingers with his but his body makes no move to relax.

"She'll never forgive me... the things I've said-"

"She's as much my daughter as yours, my wild dragon. But you must be sorry before she's given a chance to forgive you. We can only be thankful nothing irreparable had been done."

With a humming sound, he acknowledges her words but says nothing, still lost in his dark mind.

"Will you write her?" He finally asks.

"Perhaps you write her as you do Baela."

Rhaenyra watched with a frown as her husband turns from her again, this time to stare out across the seashore of their home, his dark violet eyes fogged with conflict.

Daemon Targaryen had rode Caraxes into battle more times than he could count, watched the light leave a man's eyes again and again at the end of his sword but writing his eldest child twisted his stomach in knots.

Later that evening, he would spend hours finalizing the words to send to his eldest daughter and her husband but this apology would only be the first of many.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The great hall was filled to the brim with people of the North all celebrating Aemond and Luke's return and my cheeks had gone numb from the smiling I'd done all evening.

Not only had Aemond made sweet love to me over and over again in the hot lavender-scented waters of the bathing tub but he'd kept a hand on me at all times, watching me with a tender expression when he thought I hadn't been paying attention.

Tonight he didn't have to urge me to eat. I was taking one of everything, filling and emptying my plate while I still had this wild appetite.

As I scan the crowd I notice Luke but not Jacaerys and for a moment I panic unable to find him until my gaze centers on the darkest furthest corner from the front table.

He and Sara talk intimately, but more importantly inappropriately. Even from afar, I can notice her hand in his held tightly and I grow furious for Baela, for my mother who'd been through enough.

Beneath the table, Aemond gives my thigh a small squeeze and I know he notices them too but he's not the only one.

At the other end of the table, Cregan watched my brother with anger flushing his face and his grip on his goblet made his knuckles white.

What in the seven hells was I missing?

Pushing myself out from the table Aemond locks his fingers with mine, not letting me out of his sight as we ventured through the waves of people.

Behind me, Aemond comes to a stop being interrupted by a drunken Lucerys but instead of waiting for them, I drop his hand closing the distance between Jacaerys and I, each step made with intent and fury in my eyes.

This had gone on long enough.

"Jacaerys, what do you think you're doing?!" I hiss, giving his arm a tug and he spins around to face me as Sara's face drained of all color at the sight of me furious.

"Elaena, don't start-"

"Have you forgotten your betrothal patiently waiting for your return in Driftmark?! Baela's worried sick about you, have you even wrote her since you've been gone?" I keep my voice low, taking a step closer to hiss my venomous words through my gritted teeth.

"Baela has her own tastes. Her and I both know not to inform the other of our...endeavors."

At the mention of Baela, Sara noticeably becomes uncomfortable, shifting on her feet behind my younger brother who holds out an arm as if to protect her from me of all people when he'd just referred to her as an "endeavor".

As if our conflict hadn't been enough, Jace had found the one friend I'd made here, and... or had she been my friend at all?

Cocking my head to the side an unsettling wave of paranoia washes over me.

"Have you already forgotten who you're betrothed was, sister? We're no worse than you spreading your legs about the castle for Aemond-"

"Jacaerys!" Sara hisses at her lover giving his arm a firm tug but he ignores her, his intent on me and he might as well have swung a sword across my chest leaving me bleeding out in front of everyone.

A firm grip takes hold of my hand and at first, I assume it's Aemond but I'm taken aback by the sight of Cregan, wide-eyed and furious.

With everything happening so fast I don't have time to react as he brings me behind him as if to shield me from my brother's venomous words.

"Have you lost your mind?! Here? In front of all these people?" He spits at Jacaerys but his rage isn't only placed with Jace but the timid girl who stood behind him.

Sara's glazed eyes hold tears threatening to fall and my heart goes out for her. She must've been terrified of what would happen to her next being only a handmaiden under the Starks.

What happens next should've been expected but when Aemond's voice cuts through the crowd my heart jumps to my throat.

"STARK!" My husband's warning comes just before his arm collides with Cregan's chest throwing him back and away from me, his lavender eye spiraling with rage.

Taking hold of Aemond's arm I call out to him, hoping to reach him through his jealous tirade.

"Aemond, please don't-" I beg as the crowd forms around us but he doesn't listen bringing me behind him as a possessive expression.

Cregan's usually warm eyes meet mine before he glances around at the crowd and his wolf has returned to darken his pupils.

"I'd watch your next step, Prince Aemond. You aren't in Kings Landing anymore, these men are loyal to me." Cregan takes a step closer to my husband who still stood a few inches taller than him but Aemond doesn't falter, leaning forward on his foot to appear even taller.

"Are you threatening a Prince? Was the bounty on my head not enough?" Aemond growls sending a chill up my spine and my fingers dig into his arm but I wouldn't stop him. He was right to be angry with him.

"Hardly a threat, only offering a word of thoughtful advice, my prince."

Cregan keeps his voice low making it almost impossible for anyone around to hear his taunting tone with Aemond but when the Warden of the North falters to glance at me over my husband's shoulder only serves to irritate Aemond further.

Shifting his body only slightly he blocks me from Cregan's view, his lip curling back with animalistic instincts that send heat pooling between my thighs.

"We thought you'd murdered our brother in cold blood!" Jacaerys comes to Cregan's defense and before Aemond has a chance to defend himself Luke steps forward.

"But he didn't Jacaerys! Those men almost killed us both on his orders!"

My heart warms at the sight of them standing together protecting one another as I thought I'd never see in my lifetime.

When I notice the crowd surrounding us I take a glance at Sara whose dark hazel eyes are glossed over with tears as she looks between Cregan and Jace, torn and I can't take it anymore.

I have to stop this.

I go to step in front of Aemond but his violet eye is locked on Cregan, darting to Sara as understanding dawns over his face and he opens his mouth to continue his assault but I grip his chin, turning down his face to mine.

"You've all made quite enough of a scene this evening. Your wife begs you to stop this," As I brush my fingers across his smooth pale skin I plead with him, his fury melting away when his eye locks with mine.

His frigid stature sinks against me, his arm snaking around my waist as if we were in a world of our own and the more time went on the more I wished we were.

Just the two of us and the family we've created.

Breaking the silence Cregan steps forward, "We finish this in private."

His demand is aimed at more than just Aemond and I but to Jacaerys and Sara as well, his anger having no bounds as his nostrils flared only coaxing a low chuckle from my husband's chest.

Cregan storms off through the side door with two of his closest men and Jacaerys reluctantly follows with Sara close behind him, avoiding my eyes at all costs.

She must've been terrified of what was to come, all because she'd caught the eye of a prince.

With thoughts racing Aemond leads me out keeping his arm snug around my waist as we enter the hall. The murmurs and music resume as if the near brawl hadn't occurred but Aemond's scowl and tense demeanor held the reminder.

Even though we were a few paces behind Sara and Jacaerys, the hatred was apparent almost tangible enough to hold in your hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Aemond leans down to whisper in my ear, his expression almost accusatory and at first I'm riddled with confusion about what he means.

"It must've s-slipped my mind. I'd thought he would've listened when I brought up Baela-"

"No," Shaking his head, Aemond comes to a halt in the middle of the hall, having brought Luke and me to a standstill with him.

Glancing forward in the direction of my brother my husband continues shocked, "Elaena... you have no clue do you?"

His face falls when he realizes my ignorance but the sinking feeling in my stomach persists.

"Your handmaiden wasn't assigned out of coincidence, my love." He frowns, reluctant to tell me what comes next.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Sara Snow... she's Cregan's bastard sister."

I want to deny this accusation but it all makes perfect sense. The way Cregan looked after her protectively was never out of jealousy but concern. He, like me, did not want this forbidden love to blossom. It could only mean danger for both of our families.

"You suspect she's been spying on her? For Cregan?" Luke asks but Aemond only cocks his head down to lock eyes with me to gauge my reaction but my mind is racing, running a fine comb through all of the conversations we might've had.

Was that why she'd been so lovely?

Why had Sara gotten so close to me?

Was our friendship genuine at all?

"Come. They won't get away with this, I promise." Aemond presses a kiss to my temple, taking my hand in his and we're moving again but I'm not all there relying on Aemond's arm for support as Luke followed closely behind.

When we enter Cregan's private libraries, I would typically look around in awe at the magnificent walls of books that line the perimeter of the room, however, my attention is solely on Sara, who feels my burning eyes but is too ashamed to look up at me.

Cregan however was rummaging through his desk drawers, throwing them open until he finally finds what he was looking for throwing the weathered piece of parchment on his desk where the lot of us could see for ourselves.

On the table was the original bounty that Cregan had placed and before I can take a closer look Aemond is scooping it off the table his eye trained on the words.

"Take alive, I made that much certain to my men. Whoever attacked you weren't sent by me-"

"They held this very bounty on their person, where do you suspect they got that, Stark?" Aemond cocks his head to the side, and what little patience my husband held quickly slips away as he tears the bit of parchment to bits.

Leaning both palms against the desk Cregan stretches the muscles in his back out of irritation. Taking notice Jacaerys cuts in, defending his newfound friend.

"Are you familiar with bounties, Uncle? Anyone would've been rewarded for bringing you in."

"Brother! They weren't bringing us in alive. Don't you understand you both almost cost us our lives?!" Unafraid to speak up Lucerys takes a step toward our brother and Jacaerys' looks on in surprise, his mouth open but words failing him.

With a few deafening moments of silence, Aemond clears his throat, "Go on, Stark. Tell them your intentions."

Cregan raises a puzzled eyebrow, standing straight up and widening his shoulders back as if to appear more intimidating, but nothing he did could compete with Aemond's arrogant grin.

"Intentions, my prince?"

Aemond curls back his lip in annoyance, "Hmm. It was only a coincidence that your sister was assigned as my wife's handmaiden?"

When the words are finally uttered aloud every face on the right side of the room drains of color and Aemond's suspicions are realized.

Cregan stiffens as he locks eyes with Sara and I can't believe I hadn't noticed the resemblance before. Aemond must've thought me stupid to have not seen what he had within a day of being here.

"I wanted someone I could trust in her service-"

"Someone who could report back to you, you mean?" He spits back but there's a slight noise from the corner of the room.

"Forgive me, my prince. But I was never meant to spy on the princess, only to look after her." At the soft sound of Sara's timid voice we make eye contact for the first time but this time she doesn't look away, she holds my gaze pleading with me with her eyes much like her brothers.

"Forgive me, Ms.Snow but there isn't much of a distinguishable difference is there?"

When Aemond speaks directly to Sara, Jacaerys takes hold of her hand and though I wish I could feel happy for them, I couldn't, not when he was promised to my sister. Baela was not some stranger he could forget about and move on from, they shared love but of what kind I wasn't quite sure anymore.

"I won't have my honor questioned any further, Prince Aemond. I've only sought to protect her during your... absence."

With Cregan's emphasis on the word, Aemond narrows his violet eye at the Warden of the North.

"I don't only question your honor, I question your motives. You tried to have us killed-" He growls taking a step forward but I lock my arm with his tugging him back when I recognize the familiar tone.

"What is it you want from him, Uncle?!"

Aemond chuckles to himself, glancing around the room in disbelief when I step in between them having had quite enough.

"An apology would be a good start Jacaerys. You never, not once thanked him for saving Lucerys! All Aemond's done for me, for this family? Will any of it ever be enough for you?!"

Cregan hangs his head, rightfully ashamed at the position he and Jace had taken but my brother is as stubborn as ever, "Elaena, we never would've put that bounty on his head unless-"

"She's right, Jace."

When Cregan's booming voice settles the matter no one else in the room dared make a move beside Aemond of course who tilts his pointed chin in his direction, intrigued.

The Warden of the North twists his neck in an effort to crack his sore bones, but he fights his pride standing up straight to face not only Aemond but Lucerys as well.

"The bounty was a mistake. One made out of rashness and anger... Jacaerys and I can only be thankful that it wasn't a dire one." Cregan's words are genuine but as he says them his gaze darts to me oblivious to the fact that Aemond wasn't watching him with murder in his lavender eye.

In an attempt to ignore him my attention turns to Jace but I wasn't the only one watching my brother expectantly.

"Jace," Cregan prompts, growing impatient with the matter. Jacaerys almost jumps two feet at his friend's harsh tone but he does as he's told reluctantly.

"Of course we're thankful-"

"Are you?" I step forward and I can almost feel Aemond's proud grin as he reaches for me, wrapping a few fingers around my wrist but Jacaerys is still shocked at my outburst.

He goes to open his mouth but there's a reverent knock on the door.

"Not now," Cregan goes to wave them off but one of his men calls out from the other side of the door, "It's a raven from the Queen, my lord. For Princess Elaena and Prince Aemond,"

At the mention of my mother the air in the room shifts, and everyone including myself holds their breath.

Without thinking I go for the door, hardly paying the man any mind before taking the small scroll he held up in between his fingers to inspect the seal.

"Seems you've been saved by your mother yet again, Jacaerys." Aemond chuckles under his breath, but his grin vanishes when I look back at him, my face pale.

This letter could hold so much and as the possibilities flood my mind it begins to be too much.

My feet stay planted in their spot despite the room of eyes now on me but a firm grip takes my elbow.

"Perhaps we finish this riveting discussion in the morning, hm?" Aemond does well of ushering me out, helping me walk as though I'd forgotten how.

The walk to our chamber is a somber one, the air still tense with the frustrations that bubble just below the surface as I fiddle with the scroll.

Aemond keeps to himself, still very much angry from the tense exchange between Cregan and Jace but I couldn't blame him. From the very moment I'd come back to him my family had rolled him over the coals, fighting him at every turn when all he'd done wrong was fall in love with me.

As we approach the door he holds it open like the gentleman he is, closing it behind us with the twist of a lock to ensure our privacy.

When I place the sealed letter on the table I lose track of the world outside this room, leaning back into Aemond's warm embrace I can feel his fatigue and I realize he hadn't gotten the time to rest as he should have properly.

Turning I rest a palm on his chest, frowning as I peered into his tired eye. "You're exhausted, my Prince. Perhaps it can wait for the morning,"

With a half smile at my concern, he runs a hand through my hair pushing it out of my face to take a long tender look at me.

"No my love, it can't. If your father sent a raven this late it must be of importance." His low gravelly voice brings goosebumps across my entire body but what makes my knees weak is the soft kiss he places just below my ear.

I hum in contentment, my mind drifting with each breath he took against my neck.

"Open it, Elaena. Read it to me,"

His command has my hands shaking in anticipation of what comes next. Continuing his trail down my skin I turn to lean over the table struggling to open the scroll while Aemond starts on the ties of my dress unprompted.

"My daughter, I hope this reaches you and Prince Aemond well. The moment your mother heard the news of Lucerys she was insistent she come right away, but I assured her he's in capable hands if all of what you've written is true."

At my father's unlikely kind words, Aemond's graceful motion comes to a sudden halt.

"Hmph. Go on," He murmurs, untangling the many twists and braids in my hair but his touch remains gentle despite his curt tone.

Scanning over the next few lines I realize the letter is an apology and my body stiffens in Aemond's hold.

An apology.

Though Aemond and I had deserved this apology the unsettling feeling in my gut persists.

"What is it, my love?" He asks softly, pressing a kiss to the curve of my neck but I hold up the small scroll for him to take a look for himself.

Reluctantly he takes his hands from my waist to take the scroll, his eyebrow quirking up as his violet eye scanned over its contents.

"And you're sure this is his hand?" He asks but I can only chuckle.

"It is."

Our eyes lock for a lingering moment before he turns his attention back to the scroll.

"I speak for both your mother and me when I say how relieved we are that our assumptions were only that, assumptions. Though I know these thin words on parchment will not suffice for the allegations made I write them to you my daughter, nonetheless."

At some point Aemond's elegant tongue morphs to that of my father. As he reads the letter aloud I find myself pacing along the foot of the bed and the worthless words drag on.

Instead of taking a seat on the bed, I wrap my arms around my legs, praying the contrast of the cold floor will calm me.

With Aemond's back still towards me, he doesn't notice my shift at first but when my haggard breath passes my lips he turns abruptly in shock when he sees me on the floor.

"Elaena," He whispers, crouching to be next to me without a second thought.

Effortlessly my strong prince lifts me if only to bring me into his lap so I'm no longer alone on the cold hard floor.

Even as tears streaked down my face I felt like a fool. An apology had been everything I'd wanted for Aemond and me but now that I'd gotten it in some aspect it did nothing to dull the betrayal.

"This is silly of me." I scoff.

"No. You've fought your own battles this past week or so and you've fought them alone, my song."

Somehow somewhere a dam bursts within me and the sobs I thought I'd been rid of are back to strangle me once more.

What if Aemond hadn't been home at all?

Was this only a dream too?

It had to be after all that happened. It was too much between Jace's 'endeavors' and the argument that came after.

Involuntarily my grip on the arms around me tightens but it does nothing to quell the pain.

"It's not real- it's not real-" I mutter to myself rocking back and forth.

"What's not real, Elaena?" My handsome knight panics reaching for my face but I pull away shaking my head, "This, you, you're not here- t-that letter-"

"My love, you said it yourself it's in his hand-" his trembling voice trails off as his attention shifts but I keep my eyes clamped shut reaching into the darkness for reality.

"Elaena listen to me, listen to my voice." He whispers, his lips a breath from my neck before he presses a soft tender kiss on the pale skin, taking my hand in his to place my fingers expertly on his pulse.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel my cold heart beating for you?" He asks and after a long moment, I nodded, mesmerized by the quick thumping just beneath the skin on his neck.

With my touch, the beat quickens but steadies itself as he takes a deep breath almost out of relief, "That's it. Focus on that rhythm Elaena, paghagon syt nyke."
*Breathe for me.

It wasn't often that Aemond Targaryen sounded fearful of anything, but his voice was quivering with concern as he clung to me with all the strength he possessed in his body.

After all, the demons in my head could not be slain with his sword.

Somehow, my breathing slows and the dream never fades because it's in fact reality.

"Aemond," I breathe, reaching for him as if I've been broken from my spell, and his sharp features ease at the sound of his name passing my lips in relief.

"I've got you," He assures me, running his long fingers through my knotted hair.

I'm not sure how long passes but for what feels like hours the both of us don't move an inch, tangled in one another so tight not even the gods could tear us apart.

"nyke've jiōraton ao ñuha jorrāelagon," he whispers before I drift off into the most peaceful sleep I'd had in days, months, possibly years.
*I've got you, my love.

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
When my eyelids fluttered open, I'm not sure what I expected, but it surely wasn't my handsome husband draped over me, mouth agape as he breathed softly, looking surely like an angel.

He and Lucerys had been back for a few days but it still hadn't sunk in that they were here, alive and friends nonetheless.

The tension had all but faded away between the men and I'd managed to spend every waking moment with Aemond and Lucerys, avoiding Sara at all costs.

I'd never had a close girlfriend besides the short time I'd spent with Helaena. I had hoped we would have raised our children together and with impending war, it was certain we wouldn't be seeing one another any time soon.

I settle into Aemond's chest, taking a deep inhale of his clean scent, which is a bit more floral than usual due to our extended visits to the hot spring baths of Winterfell.

Aemond Targaryen was a sight to behold. His sharp features were chiseled from the gods, an impeccable image of a Targaryen warrior, his facial structure framed by the short dark blonde stubble that I was beginning to grow more and more fond of.

Unable to help myself I lift my hand, grazing the small knicks and scratches that he'd acquired on his journey but my gawking isn't done stealthily for long.

"Hmm, you should be getting your rest sweet girl." Without opening his eye his lips still cock up in his undeniable grin, only this time with a sleepy edge stoking the flames of desire down below.

"I've got plenty of rest, husband. Or am I still dreaming?" I go to rest my chin on his bare chest but I'm taken off guard but only for a moment as he wraps his fingers around my throat to gently tug my face to his, pressing a tender kiss to my lips.

Instead of the teeth-crashing, tongue-swirling kisses we'd shared the night before, Aemond is sweet with me, patient in expressing his love, and my toying words from moments ago are easily forgotten.

"This is quite real, is it not? Or do you need more convincing?"

He doesn't give me time to respond, taking my mouth with his once more coaxing a low moan from my throat and my senses are overwhelmed by him.

His smell, his taste, his touch.

Every moment of it was divine, a blessing I would never take for granted again.

Expertly his tongue glides across my lips, demanding entrance and deepening the kiss that would surely be my undoing but I greet it with open arms, submitting wholeheartedly to him.

It isn't long before the air between us thickens along with the impressive member that was pressed against my thigh. Taking him in my hand I graze the pad of my thumb over the tip spreading the slick of his precum across my fingers.

Aemond hisses at the contact, arching his hips into me granting me easier access as he bites down on my bottom lip but I revel in the pain, only further turned on by the copper taste of blood on my tongue.

Reaching between my legs I use my own desire to coat my palm before wrapping my fingers carefully around his shaft, spreading it down his rock-hard cock.

"Fuck-" he curses, quite unlike his usual put-together self as his eye rolls to the back of his head, his hands gripping and pulling at the sheets.

Quickening my pace Aemond's deep moans fill the room urging me on with each pump of my hand. "That's it Elaena, just like that-seven hells,"

Selfishly I watch his muscles work as he strains his hips to reach his climax and I've never felt so powerful. It was no small feat to have Aemond Targaryen begging for your touch, crying out your name.

It was addicting, he was addicting and I'd finally gotten him back.

Finally.

My prince must notice my absentmindedness, hooking his large hands under my arms he hoists me towards him as he sits up to meet me placing a slow tender kiss on my lips.

I'm dazed when he finally pulls away for air but he seems dazed by something else, watching me with intensity behind his eye.

"Straddle me," He mumbles against my skin as he peppers kisses up the side of my neck and I do as he asks hiking my legs around his waist and lifting myself until I feel him hard and ready for me.

Slowly I press down onto him, gasping his name to the heavens as he filled me hissing my praises. "You take me so well, my love, so well. Made for each other we are,"

Taking handfuls of my ass Aemond helps me with weight, lifting me with ease to keep his strokes intentional no matter how it must've pained him to keep us at this agonizingly slow pace but I needed him, vulnerable with both the light and darkness that dwelled in his soul.

"I want all of you Aemond, you don't have to be gentle with me."

"I want to be gentle with you, ñuha vāedar. I submit to you as you do to me," His words are spread apart between his kisses down my chest until he pulls one of my nipples between his teeth.
*my song

Like lightning, the sensation is sent in explosive ripples through my veins and I almost come undone right then but somehow as he sits up straight he drives into me harder, deeper, stretching me with every thrust.

"Aemond-"

My husband can only moan against my neck in response leaving his mark across my skin like an animal marking his territory and as he whispered sweet nothings my climax was just within reach.

"That's it, you're close, aren't you, sweet girl? I can feel that pretty cunt coming apart for me... so come apart for me, Elaena." His commanding tone matched with the lopsided smirk he wore is my undoing, and I cling to him, snaking my arms around his neck to bury myself in his neck to ride out the neverending waves of ecstasy.

In a matter of moments, Aemond's seed fills me, coating my insides but he doesn't pull away, staying there just like that as the both of us struggled to regain our calm breathing.

At the sudden knock at the door, the both of us groan in annoyance that there's a halt to our affections, and a gentle voice beckons from the other side.

"Princess, I've come to help you dress for breakfast... if you'll allow me."

Reluctantly Aemond pulls away from me draping a sheet around his waist to go for the door, his intent to protect me from the Starks still as strong as the day he'd arrived.

"Must I remind you your services are no longer needed, Lady Snow?" His tone is so harsh with her that I flinch, getting from the bed myself to stop him.

"Aemond!" I swat at his arm making him jump away from me and I take his place at the door. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes to me at first.

Sara had been the closest thing to a friend I'd had in years, and it was true, she'd lied to me about her relationship with Cregan, but all the signs were there, even if I hadn't recognized them.

Cracking open the door a blush consumes her face when she notices my bareness and hair a sex-crazed mess but she still manages a small smile.

"Aemond insists on helping me with my dress it seems but I would quite appreciate some help with my hair if you could come back soon?"

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise but she quickly recovers, glancing to the floor where she shifted on her feet nervously.

"Of course, Princess."

With a perfect curtsy, Sara is gone at least for now and I take a deep breath closing the door.

Spinning around Aemond was already watching me from bed, the bright morning sun reflecting off his sapphire while a knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"I insist on helping you dress do I?" He chuckles something deep stirring my southern regions as if I hadn't had him all evening and morning long.

Our time together would never be enough.

"Well you quite enjoy undressing me and I figured it wasn't too different a sentiment." I giggle to myself twirling my hair like a nervous little girl under his hooded gaze.

"Of course, Princess." He jokes, hiking a pair of pants up his legs.

Aemond is finishing the last tie of the intricate garment as Sara returns eager and willing to help me with my long untamed hair.

Giving us our privacy Aemond presses a soft kiss to my lips before going to check on Luke but not without a last longing look over his shoulder.

For a few awkward minutes, neither of us knows what to say, both of us were afraid to say the wrong thing but for different reasons.

"Sara, I would've liked to think we were friends and I know if Cregan told you to look over me it would've been out of concern... at least, I'd hope that it was." I feel myself frowning when she doesn't reply right away but when she finally nods.

"His intentions were always to make you happy, Princess. Cregan figured both you and Jace were torn to bits about Lucerys... he only wanted to help even if he has made quite a mess of things,"

Throwing back my head in laughter Sara joins along and for a moment we're just girls, not Princess Elaena Heir to the Iron Throne, or Sara Snow, disgraced bastard sister of Cregan Stark.

There wasn't much difference between Sara and me, but I suppose the only difference was our mothers.

"Men do tend to make quite a mess of things don't they,"

I practically skip to breakfast after the joyful morning and even Aemond can't help the fresh fucked grin he'd been wearing.

War may have been on our doorstep but I would bask in the happiness while we had it, every last second of it.

Entering arm and arm Luke is the first to greet us, standing from his seat to wave us over as if we'd sit anywhere else but I take him in my arms just the same.

"I was beginning to worry you'd both keep to your chambers all day again," My little brother laughs, but Aemond only shrugs as he pats my brother on the shoulder, "There's still opportunity, nephew."

My husband stalks closer to Luke, grabbing his chin to take a closer look at his cut but not at all gently as he touches me. "Your cut is healing nicely; consider yourself fortunate that it will fade with time." He smirks, motioning to his own scar.

Luke's face falls, an apology on his tongue but Aemond shakes his head.

"No need. Perhaps it was the gods evening the scales. I couldn't be strikingly handsome and wickedly smart." With a smug grin, he takes his seat next to me, resting his arm around the back of my chair.

I fill my plate and giggle, glancing over my shoulder at him as I bend forward, giving him a good view of my bum.

"My love, it isn't much like you to vie for compliments. You and I are both quite aware of your rugged good looks."

Aemond throws back his head to bark out a heartwarming laugh and my face flushes at the sudden attention he's brought our way including that of Cregan and his close men who sat on the opposite end of the table.

Our peaceful breakfast doesn't last long before Jacaerys enters, his heavy footsteps being heard around the corner before he even makes an appearance in the doorway.

In an attempt to greet him with a friendly smile, I'm taken aback by his thin-lipped hard expression. All conversations trail off as he approaches, noticing the sealed scroll he carried and even Aemond and Luke are struck silent, the air thickening as my gut twisted.

"What is it?" I ask, impatiently.

My brother's brown eyes dart between both ends of the table, deciding before handing the letter to Cregan himself while offering me an apologetic look, "There's... news from Kings Landing. Rumors."

Everyone within earshot stiffens, Aemond included, leaning on his elbows against the table to get a better look at the northern lord as he covers his facial expression with one hand and interlocks our fingers with the other.

Cregan only skims over the letter's contents before his face falls, his frantic gaze darting around the hall.

"Leave us," He commands, his servants and court quick to vacate, shutting all doors behind them but Aemond's grip on my hand grows unbearably tight.

When Cregan doesn't enlighten us right away Aemond grows impatient, warning him in a low tone, "Stark?"

At my husband's fierce tone Cregan turns, ignoring everyone else in the room to stare straight at me, his usually warm brown eyes flooded with unease.

Taking a deep breath he rolls the bit of parchment down the table towards us.

Before Aemond sends a knife through it I scoop it up, unraveling it to read for myself.

There's no sender, no signature at the bottom to claim ownership of the words scribbled in a rush.

Whispers in King's Landing of funerals, and the scent of death and blood linger in the air of the Red Keep.

A son for a son.

The darkness that had been lurking just at the edges had made itself known, coming for the fake peace that we'd settled in and Aemond realizes it too, his jaw grinding with tension.

"What is it? El?" Luke asks but my mouth is dry reading those words over and over again.

A son for a son.

Having read it himself, Cregan answers for me, "My eyes in the capital warn of bloodshed. There's been word of death at Kings Landing."

How he delivers the blow isn't done in a sensitive manner and with Aemond already on edge he flinches at the news, his worst fears unraveling behind his swirling violet eye as he imagined just whose death the letter spoke of.

There were a handful of people I'd count ourselves lucky to be rid of but Helaena would never deserve a hair to be harmed on her head. She was innocent, those twins were innocent, and if something happened...

A twist in my stomach has me reaching for Aemond's upper arm and somehow I know, I know it's Helaena who's been hurt. It seemed my dream had come true after all.

"Who, Jacaerys? Who is the death they speak of?" Luke insists, speaking for me when I can't fathom the words.

Shaking his head he doesn't have an answer, avoiding the burning stare of Aemond who was mere moments away from combusting.

Without warning Aemond pushes his chair out from the table, giving my hand a tug to bring me up with him.

"Aemond, what are we-"

"We're going to Dragonstone. Now." He bites, pulling me toward the door but Jacaerys calls out after us.

"We're coming with you. If it's true we all need to know."

Luke frowns, his tone resigned. "It's true, Jace. Aemond had suspected Mother and Father would do something like this-"

"He what? How in the seven hells did Aemond suspect something like this?!"

Once again Jacaerys and Aemond stood at odds but my husband keeps his mouth shut, unwilling to feed into them any longer so it's I who takes a step forward to defend him.

"I've had dreams since I was young. Dreams that weren't just dreams, brother. I saw Arrax fall from the sky and I've heard those very same words in my nightmares... a son for a son." Tears well in the corners of my eyes but I won't let them fall.

I would not be the sensitive princess once more.

All air is sucked from the room and I take my time sizing up the reactions of everyone in the room. Luke seemed unfazed, but Cregan and Jacaerys are stunned looking at me as if I were some witch.

"Aemond has always carried this burden with me, it's why he's protected Lucerys so fiercely, why he went with him to Storms End! We've had to live with these- these warnings unsure what was real or fantasy, and if Mother and Father have done this-" I shout, expelling the pain that had been trapped in my chest.

If this was true...

If my mother and father had killed an innocent...

As my voice cracks Aemond wraps his long fingers around my wrist, taking a step forward to place his lips by my ear.

"We don't know anything for certain, Elaena. This is why we must find out for ourselves," Aemond's calm voice is a facade and when our eyes meet he knows I see straight through it.

He was terrified, petrified for the well-being of his family and there was close to nothing he could do about it.

Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze I nod and my husband offers me a grateful half smile, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. "Come, let's go home, my love."

We're almost out the door before Cregan calls out after me, "Elaena!"

His voice is desperate shocking even himself with his warm eyes widened when words fail him.

"I'll have servants sent to help you pack your things and some food-"

"The trip on dragon back is mere hours," Aemond scoffs, keeping a close listening ear though his back was toward us but I clear my throat, forcing him to turn.

"Perhaps you begin packing for your lovely pregnant wife? Hm?"

I ask so sweetly he can't say no but he doesn't spare Cregan the look of warning over my head before mumbling a gruff, "As you wish." And kissing me once more on the temple before turning on his heel to follow Luke and Jacaerys down the hallway.

Once I'm sure they're out of earshot the both of us go to speak at the same time.

"You deserve an apology-"

"I should thank you-"

"What?"

"What?"

I can't help but laugh at myself and find my interest peeked when he mentions something about an apology.

"I know you're in a rush so I'll be quick... I just - I thought we'd have more time." Shaking his head he grows frustrated with himself.

Taking a glance around the hall he takes my hand, his warmth spreading up my arm and I know if Aemond saw this the Warden of the North would be no more but this was goodbye. We both knew it.

"I've only ever wanted to keep you protected and I've gone about it the wrong way but Sara was never meant-"

"I know. You've given me a safe place to grieve, to rebuild, to celebrate and I'll always be thankful to you and Winterfell, Lord Stark. My mother should be proud to have your sword."

"It'll be you who has my sword one day, Princess."

"One day."

I hadn't expected Aemond to be in a good mood when I found him in our chambers but I certainly hadn't expected him shouting at the servants, tossing our belongings about the room.

"If you'll not be of any use leave!" He spits just as I throw open the door.

The two young handmaidens freeze in their place holding one of my dresses but Aemond ignores me, halfheartedly throwing balls of clothes into his bags.

Offering them a small forgiving smile I stand aside giving them an opportunity to run in terror as they should. "My sincerest apologies my ladies, my husband is... weary of travel. It seems we are in no need of your services this morning."

They look at one another for a moment before going for the door, nodding in thanks as they fled for their lives shutting the door behind them.

"Aemond, it does no good to shout at them that way. You had them half scared to death," With a bit of a chuckle it's my attempt to break the burning tension that hung in the air between us. His feet stay planted on the wood floor, hanging his head with his broad shoulders so frigid with anger I almost don't approach him.

Timidly I step forward, reaching out a hand as I get within reach but he finally speaks when he feels my approach. "I see the way he looks at you, Elaena. I know that look in his eye, it's exactly how I look at you."

My heart stops beating at the frigid voice he uses with me, one I don't hear often making it hard to process what he says, "And how's that?" I ask, regretting it the moment the words come from my mouth.

Aemond slowly turns, clenching and unclenching his fists until his troubled gaze settles on me, calming him despite his stubbornness.

"Like he'd kill for you. Like he'd die... for you." Taking another step his mouth hovers above mine, watching for my reaction carefully as all blood in my body rushes to the surface with him being so close.

"Isn't that what any good soldier should do for his princess? His Queen?" My voice is shaky at his proximity and I can't help but fall prey to his primitive nature.

"His? No, no. That's where you're mistaken, ñuha dōna riña."
*my sweet girl

He whispers, his hot breath fanning across my neck just below my ear where he leans in to press a ghost of a kiss against one of my many love bites along my neck.

"You're mine," He says, taking my chin to forcefully turn up my face so I have nowhere to look but his captivating lavender eye, an endless pool of darkness and anger but at the forefront was what was most familiar, desire.

"If he wishes to die for you, my love, I'll see to it myself,"

My fierce dragon was on the edge, on the edge of doing what I couldn't be sure of, but he sought reassurance and a sense of control from me, his only lifeline left and as his partner, I would be what he needed.

"There's been enough death, husband. I'm yours, by blood, by heart, by soul." His eye darkens when I inch my lips closer, his grip on my waist unbearably tight.

"How he looks at me is of no consequence when I'm much too occupied looking at you."

My words stoke the blaze burning within him and whatever restraint he has is vapor, disintegrating into thin air as he crashes his perfectly shaped lips to mine.

His frantic kiss tastes like fresh fruits from breakfast, sweet and tempting me deeper into him, where his tongue forces through my lips, tasting me for himself.

Before I realize we were moving my back collides with the door and I cry out in surprise.

Like a madman his hands are frantic gliding up my body until he reaches my breasts, roughly grasping them in his palms. When his tugs and pulls aren't enough, I lean my chest into his touch, hungry for more, and his dark chuckle only coaxes my legs further apart, asking without saying the words he so badly wanted to hear.

"What is it, my love? Use that pretty mouth of yours I love so much," He doesn't so much as give me a chance before he starts his rhythm through my undergarments, pressing expertly against my very sensitive clit that was aching for him below.

If there was anyone outside our door they would surely hear the whimper that passes my lips the moment he makes contact.

"Hmm, not exactly what I meant but I'll take it," He smirks, and in a moment he's kneeling at my feet and tearing apart the thin piece of fabric that separated him and me.

Helping him with my skirts he arches an eyebrow at my eagerness, his chest heaving with adrenaline as he worked on the buttons of his trousers impatiently until he breaks his erection free with a satisfied grin working up his face.

"I'm going to fuck you, my sweet wife because you're mine. I want my hot seed dripping down those thighs,"

"Gods please," I beg, throwing my head back against the door while he teases me, sliding the head of his cock between my slick folds until he's drenched in me and satisfied.

"Mhm, that's right. Who do you think sent me to worship the very ground you walk on? I'm here to do just that, Elaena."

I have to close my eyes to focus on the waves that built within me, the pressure inevitable with the friction he was applying until suddenly he's thrusting inside of me finally feeding the undeniable ache.

Growling in satisfaction he moans my name in a shuddered breath, "Fuck Elaena, there's no man who loves his wife as deeply as I love you. How could you have forgotten this?"

Aemond was seeking control and reassurance whether he realized it or not, but I'd give him just that.

Mistrust only bred more mistrust.

I'd opened us up to this so I would fix it, I would give myself to him anyway he needed.

"I've never forgotten, Aemond... it's only you whose tasted my lips, only you whose felt the curve of my body beneath my clothes. It'll only ever be you,"

My words urge him deeper, and as I throw my head back to cry out his name he cradles my face, tracing my jaw with his kiss, "If I don't have you I've lost everything. You're what separates me from the demons, Elaena."

His devotional words are meant to calm me but it does the opposite. If I was all that separated him from his demons what did that mean for me?

Would I be the ripped to shreds keeping him unmarked?

***

With Vhagar's injuries, we take our time flying home, even with the urgency these rumors created but thankfully the flight to Dragonstone is still a quick one. If I'd thought I might've been returning with Luke aback Seasmoke I might've never left in the first place.

Breaking through the clouds the sun was still high in the sky with the late afternoon keeping a hopeful gleam in the air but I wouldn't be fooled. Our answers and heartbreak dwelled inside the castle walls.

With the queen's guard announcing our arrival, my mother and Rhaena are the first to greet us practically running down the stairs to find us on the dragon mount.

Breaking out into a sprint Lucerys takes after Aemond, dropping his things to run after and embrace both of them with tears in their eyes as Jacaerys only laughed at them, too much a man to show and more emotion than that.

The sight was enough to melt any heart of stone, even Aemond cocked a small smile at the pure joy he'd brought with returning Lucerys home to his family, our family.

"You did that you know. Our family owes you a debt, in more ways than one."

Smiling sweetly at him, his tension fades away if only for a second as he interlocks his long calloused fingers with mine.

Inching up on my tiptoes I give his cheek a kiss but our moment is quickly ruined.

"Aemond!"

Neither of us manages to hide our shock well as Rhaena approaches, leaving Luke to my mother but she has a friendly smile much like her Mother and our Grandmother.

"Thank you, my prince. We can't- I can't begin to express how grateful I am that you've brought him home safe." Rhaena's friendliness seems to make him uncomfortable but he offers her a curt nod in response.

"Elaena, look at you! You're a beautiful sight to behold and your child grows so quickly!" My sister sighs with relief, hugging me tight as my mother makes her way toward us, "I'd hoped you'd return in a better state than you'd left,"

I can't help but laugh at my sister, glancing over my shoulder at my husband who was watching from afar.

"Much better, thank you, Rhaena. How's Jaehaeryn? He hasn't missed us too terribly I hope." I smile graciously, thankful to see such a friendly face.

"He's been wonderfully behaved the maids and servants dote over him truthfully. He's been quite the talker," she laughs putting my nerves to ease.

"My daughter, Aemond- what a relief it is to see you both here and together." My mother looks much healthier and happier than when I saw her last. Color has returned to her cheeks and she'd gained a healthy enough weight to tell me she'd been eating well again just as I had.

She holds me long and tight, being careful of my stomach which was growing more and more with each passing day. How I longed to meet our son, our heir.

"I do wish it was on better terms, sister. A vile rumor reached Winterfell, though some of us aren't inclined to jump to conclusions."

I hear the smirk in Aemond's tone but his jab wasn't only directed at my mother but to me as well.

None of this would've happened had I reacted this quickly in getting answers for myself.

"My apologies, Aemond. We were quick to doubt you but when the news came of Arrax I suppose it's true... we all had jumped to the wrong conclusion. And how thankful I am to have been wrong, brother." My mother's face falls, but she's quick to apologize, guilty even more so than I expected and I realize the rumor is true.

Aemond and I exchange a look of disappointment though she hasn't confirmed it.

"Come! Your father's waiting for you. It's not safe out in the open like this," Without continuing our conversation my mother turns to follow my brothers and Rhaena back to the castle escorted by Ser Erryk and Ser Lorent her most trusted Queensguard.

Lost in thought I stand perplexed, staring after them but Aemond urges me forward, looking to the skies as if Aegon or Daeron would descend upon us at any moment.

With our things taken care of we're not given any time to freshen up, we're instead whisked into the great hall where my father awaited.

He unlike my mother hadn't changed at all in my time away but when he finally turns from the fireplace to greet us I notice that the change lies in his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping but I couldn't imagine why, it wasn't like my father to be regretful.

"Welcome home, Elaena, Prince Aemond. We owe you our thanks," My father reaches out to shake Aemond's hand but my husband hesitates narrowing his burning gaze at him before finally accepting it reluctantly.

"We journeyed almost two weeks to Winterfell in the bitter cold! I even learned to fish!" Luke was rambling on and on to Rhaena and my mother who was beaming at my little brother. They couldn't get enough of his animated storytelling, even if he had already written Rhaena days ago with every detail of their adventure.

From across the room, Luke notices the tense exchange with my father and comes closer opening the conversation to the rest of us. Jacaerys however stays to himself and I can't help but wonder if his unsettled body language was because of his departure from Sara or his inevitable run-in with Baela.

"Rhaena, love, send for your sister and Grandmother. They'll want to know of their arrival home," My mother gives Rhaena's small hand an affectionate pat and as soon as she's gone, the joy is sucked from the room.

No one is eager to speak at first but each second ticked by at a snail's pace as we all looked at one another until Aemond's articulate voice commands the room.

"We departed Winterfell immediately after hearing a rather... disgraceful rumor." Though Aemond speaks with an unsettling calm tone I knew what rage lurked around the corner, but unlike us it was clear he hadn't jumped to conclusions.

"It does no good to dance around the subject does it?" My mother joins my father at the head of the painted table but they stay a few feet apart, their usual affection gone cold.

"Word came from Kings Landing only just this morning. There were... sympathizers that entered the Red Keep with the intent of harming not only Aegon's twins but Alicent and Helaena as well."

My mouth drops open in shock when my mother, the Queen finally admits it but none of us had realized just the extent this went to.

"Sympathizers?" Aemond mocks her, cocking his head to the side with no regard for his Queen and I cringe.

"But tell us they're okay Mother... tell us..." I beg of her, tears welling in my eyes but she looks away keeping a tight lip expression that shows nothing of her emotion.

"Helaena will thankfully recover but... she's lost her unborn babe and her son, Jaehaerys."

If Aemond hadn't been holding me up with his tight grip I would've fallen to the floor just as I had when I heard the news of Luke.

Though at first, my reaction is to mourn, Aemond's is the other end of the spectrum. Rage.

"You did this I don't have to be told to know. My nephew died at your hand didn't he?!" Aemond shouts, his voice the epitome of a King, demanding answers from my father as if he was a mere subject.

"There were no intentions of following through. The White Worm took it upon herself-"

At my father's words, my husband throws his hands up in the air, laughing so loudly in disbelief it echoes through the great hall but I cringe away, almost scared of what he could be capable of.

"But it was always a possibility to murder an innocent child!? I nearly sacrificed my dragon and my life bringing that boy back alive!"

Luke flinches when Aemond regards him so impersonally after all they'd been through but it seemed my husband couldn't care less, taking jabs where he can find them.

"It was an oath you made, boy!" My father shouts across the painted table but Aemond yells back louder, fiercer.

"AND IT WAS AN OATH I KEPT! Rewarded with uncertainties and bloodshed. Would you have dared to put a blade to my son's throat had he been born I wonder?!" He growls, the veins in his neck about to burst.

"Watch your tongue boy a walk through the woods hasn't made you invincible!" My father calls out through gritted teeth.

I about snap my neck when I turn to look at Aemond as his words steal my breath.

Placing a hand over my belly I falter, falling back a step.

I hadn't even thought of it, but as he mentions it, I'm forced to. If Aeylx had been born would my father have sent him away or simply killed him to get his revenge? I would hope he wouldn't kill his own grandchild but he'd already murdered his own wife, and now his own nephew.

"Now who is it that bares the title, 'Kinslayer', Uncle?" Aemond's gruff tone is chilling enough to bring me a step closer to him, terrified he may send a blade through my father's eye if I looked away for a moment.

Unsettled by my husband's words my father shifts on his feet looking to my mother for support but she would give him none.

Aemond spoke the truth, not only had my father invoked revenge for an act never committed but he'd attacked innocent children. It was a wonder Jaehaeryn had been safe in their care during our time away but now it was clear, not even the innocent were safe from the Rouge Prince.

"I have half a mind to go to Kings Landing and check on my sister myself-"

Every eye in the room widens, but only Lucerys and I step forward, anxious to stop him.

"Aemond, stop, please. It's not safe," Taking hold of his arm I shake him from his haze but only for a moment, and his rage returns but thankfully he turns aiming it back at my father and mother.

"If my sister doesn't respond to my raven by the morrow I'll be going to Kings Landing whether I'm granted leave or not. The warning I issue now is solely out of love and respect for my wife and my sister the Queen." Aemond doesn't give them time to reply, turning on his heel without paying me a single look and it stings almost as bad as the betrayal of my father.

Though Jacaerys still stood frozen not uttering a single word, Lucerys comes to my aid but I make a beeline after Aemond through the side door desperate to stop him from whatever scheme it was that he was planning.

He hadn't truly intended to leave me again, had he?

Leave us?

Luckily with my riding armor, it was easier to keep up with him down the hallway and I was at the least thankful he was headed for our rooms and not the dragon mount.

If he were to see the mess I'd left behind...

My necklace in pieces where I'd left it...

"Aemond!" I call out to him but he continues with no regard for his pregnant wife following closely behind.

As he pushed through our door I'm relieved to see our chambers had been cleaned and prepped for our arrival but that's where the relief ends.

Standing over my desk Aemond hang his head, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm himself.

"Aemond-"

"He killed them, Elaena. He fucking killed, innocent little children. My poor sister... my mother, Aegon even must be in shambles, fuck." As he thinks aloud I approach him and I can't imagine how he feels, how bitter he must've felt for being here with me instead of with his family when trouble had struck.

"I've given everything to you, to this cause when my own mother and siblings sit on the other side..." Slamming both of his fists on the wood I flinch back, taking a step away from him in fear, something I hadn't done before.

Noticing my sensitive state it takes everything in him to find his composure. He lifts his chin to look at me as he closes the distance between us and it's then that he notices the tears in my eyes.

My intent was never to hurt him more but it seems I do, his lavender gaze falling even further when it lands on me, his wife, the mother of his child.

"They've always expected the worst of me, Elaena... even you..." His expression falls and my heart along with it but he was right. Whether it had been regarding Jaehaeryn or Luke I'd expected the worst, never giving him the benefit of the doubt as a partner should.

Aemond reaches for my face, his fingers trembling when he pulls away at the last moment, his lavender eye glazing over with something unsettling and unfamiliar as he continues in a deathly low voice, "Perhaps it's time I give it to them."

My heart stops working, my blood running cold or simply not running at all, and just as fast as he's returned to me he's leaving, going for the door.

"Aemond, no. Please... you don't mean that-"

Calling out to him I plead, "You promised me, Aemond Targaryen! You promised you'd never leave me... not again."

My words stop him dead in his tracks and without turning he replies curtly, insisting on hurting me further, "I won't leave the island. I give you my word."

He waits a few painstaking moments for my reply but never turns to look me in the eye and he finally stalks out, slamming the door shut behind him.

Without fail I crumble like a piece of parchment as I watch the door, praying to any god who would listen to bring him back to me.

I lay on the stone hard floor, cradling my growing stomach, focusing on the cold that contrasted with the fever-like heat growing inside of me.

"He'll come back, little one. He's promised... your father always keeps his promises." I say it more for myself, reassuring my anxious nerves though my voice shook with my rising panic.

Breathe in, breathe out.

"He promised,"

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
If anyone in the world deserved this kind of heartache it certainly wasn't Helaena and I was here, hundreds of miles away. How was it that I could be everywhere all at once, protecting all who were most dear...

My sister.

My sweet innocent sister and her son.

We should've brought them with us, but Aegon would've never allowed such a thing. Most might consider me heartless but I couldn't take his wife and his children after the wedge I'd already put between us as brothers and nevertheless, they wouldn't have been much safer here either.

After hand delivering my letter to the maester, I'd taken to the beaches of Dragonstone where Vhagar slept peacefully, healing slowly from the wounds she'd sustained from Tessarion.

Truthfully I hadn't expected a feast in my honor when we'd returned but I certainly wasn't expecting to be repaid in such a manner. Judging from my own sister's reaction to the news she hadn't been very happy herself, after all, it wasn't like Rhaenyra to wish harm upon Helaena but still, she stood unwavering at the painted table.

How I wished to be a fly on the wall when they spoke alone.

Elaena had inherited not only the crown as well as a good heart from her mother. But what good is that when you're married to someone so heartless and cruel?

Some might say the same for Elaena and I.

Elaena.

My song had begged me not to go, and when I heard her voice break, I wasn't strong enough a man to turn around and see that look in her tear-stained eyes. My heart broke with each step I took away from her but I needed time if there was any hope of not taking my anger out on her.

It'd been hours and if I waited much longer the sun would begin to fall in the sky and Elaena would indeed worry herself sick wondering about my whereabouts but just as I get up to go a soft humming reaches my ears and I recognize the song right away.

I tell myself to get up and greet her, but Elaena's soft voice keeps me where I am, providing the comfort I needed the most.

As she takes a seat beside me I only manage to fight the urge to not look at her for a moment before turning and catching her eye, already watching me but she isn't angry, her eyes aren't even pink with tears if anything she looks relieved to see me and I her.

With my hand planted in the sand to my side, she timidly reaches for it and I hold my breath waiting for the inevitable spark that came with her touch. Slowly interlocking our fingers she gives my hand a reassuring squeeze and my heart about bursts from my chest.

She wasn't here to reprimand me for my outburst no, she was here to comfort me.

"Keeping a watchful eye on the dragons?" she asks, her long hair dancing around her face in the wind.

Her small voice brings a smile to my face reminding me very much of that night at Driftmark that we'd shared together. She was what pushed me to claim Vhagar that night, she'd told me we were destined for great things, and I'd wondered if she still thought that to be true.

"Do you ever wish we could go back? To that night and start again?" I inquire, my gaze drawn to the softness of her pink cheeks and she smiles a bit at the memory.

"I often wish we would've run away that night of the betrothal feast... perhaps none of this would've happened." She replies honestly bringing her knees to her chest the best she can with her pregnant belly.

It was hard to believe that only three and a half months ago I'd almost lost her at the Stepstones. We'd been so happy to find out she was pregnant, all of our hopes and dreams had seemed within reach, and now...

Now, I could only be thankful we were together. It was all I'd ever wanted, but when had I started taking advantage of that fact?

"I spoke with my Mother to get what answers I could." She begins and I sit up straighter, pleasantly surprised by her, "You did?"

Elaena had kept herself busy this afternoon. My love had known I was hurting and doing the one thing she could, she went to find my answers.

Nodding she glances down at our interlocked fingers, "It seems my mother isn't any happier with him than we are."

"Hmph. Is she claiming to know nothing of her King Consorts' plans?"

"She claims she forbid him and he'd seen an end to it. My mother saw my father's letters to the White Worm... he'd told her our Queen would not have the blood of children on her hands."

There's a long silence that fills the air between us and watch her as she nibbles at the dry skin on her lip.

"And do you believe her?"

"That depends,"

"On?"

"If you believe her."

I watch her for a moment and this time I don't fight the urge to caress her beautiful face. Selfishly I trace the curve of her jaw trailing my fingers down the soft skin of her neck and her body acting on its own accord shudders next to me.

Smirking a bit I take a deep breath, telling myself I surely couldn't take her right here on this beach but it might have to be something we try one of these nights under the stars.

When I meet her eyes the questioning expression she wears lingers.

"I'll speak with my dear sister myself. It's the respect that I would've wished to receive if I hadn't gotten to Lucerys in time."

Elaena rests her chin on her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing in with confusion, "In time?"

I nod, a frown weighing down my lips as I recalled that evening above Shipbreaker Bay.

"Daeron and I had a bit of a heated argument at Storms End... with an audience nonetheless." I hadn't even told her the worst of it yet, and my sweet song raises an eyebrow in knowing rather than annoyance at her brash husband.

"I suppose you truly had intended on coming straight home as you promised," she whispers more for herself than for me to hear.

"And I would've been home with you in my arms before the sun rose the next morning... but no. Daeron followed us out into the storm. Arrax might've stood a chance had it not been for the wind and rain but Tessarion had them locked in their grip. I tried to help but at the last moment they twisted and..."

I pause, picturing the horror as if it were happening again, the sky falling around us, all light being swallowed by the storm.

"It was almost the longest sixty seconds of my life, Elaena. Even if it had been an accident I knew there'd be no forgiveness, my sister would've had my head if you hadn't taken it first so, though I know I hold no such power I will hear her out but that is all."

It might've taken all afternoon to come to this conclusion but it was better than my first choice.

Killing my darling wife's father.

Though the thought brought me much joy it certainly wouldn't bring a smile to Elaena's face and that alone was reason in itself, but I would see to it my uncle would pay for the lives he's cost one way or the other.

"If Helaena is unwell and you wish to go to Kings Landing I can't stop you. I'd wish for you to stay but if you must go..."

"I won't be leaving you again Elaena."

"Then take me with you-"

"No, it's not safe. I expect my brother would throw us both into a cell if he didn't have our heads first. I just have to hope she'll write back..."

Realizing there's no use in fighting me a comfortable silence falls between us as we listen closely to the waves. The sun slowly fell behind the clouds that surrounded Dragonstone and even I would admit it was a stunning sight to behold.

With the breeze that swept through the beach Elaena's long blonde hair whipped around in the wind falling ever gracefully around her face and I selfishly indulge myself at the sight of her.

The honey-orange rays of the sun bounced off her pale Valyrian skin and she was glowing, captivating even in her exhaustion.

Being careful with her I scoop her into my lap finding immediate comfort in her nearness, doing my best to ignore the thickening of my britches with her plump ass pressed so firmly against me.

Whether it be the ignorance of her effect on me or her wish to ignore it she leans back into my chest to admire the sun setting over the water.

Nuzzling my face into her hair I close my tired eye only leaving room for the sweet floral smell of my beloved and the calming noises of the waves crashing to shore.

"Do you still believe in our lost dragon, Aemond?"

The sound of my name falling from her lips was one I'd never grow tired of, stirring my worn soul, but when she mentions our bleeding star I smile, trailing kisses up her neck behind her ear.

"Hmm, your little brother is under the impression the song is about a person, rather than a dragon," I murmur against her neck, nibbling a bit at her soft skin.

Squirming beneath my hands she hisses at the pressure not realizing the very grinding movement she made against me.

"A-a person?" She struggles to speak beneath my mouth so she yanks away leaving me a blubbering mess, already hard and pining for her but Elaena's mind was already elsewhere.

"Luke?! What in the seven hells does he know about the dragon's song?! Where-? What else did he tell you?!" Elaena's peace is no more, excited or maybe gone mad that her little brother had so quickly deflated her dream.

Groaning towards the sky I bring my fingers to the bridge of my nose.

Lucerys ever the cock block even in his absence.

"Aemond!" She persists, her look of pointed frustration adorable.

"He didn't say much. I expected he's found that very same book you had in your youth. He just interpreted it differently, my love."

Standing to meet her she takes my hand once more as she puffs out a frustrated sigh.

"You know, he's alive and well within the castle thanks to your admirable husband. You can simply ask the little lord."

Elaena finally breaks her thin-lipped expression to smile up at me and I take her chin between my fingers to steal the very kiss I'd desired, our lips melting together as if to seal the end of our argument.

"Mm, as much as I'd love to continue this our dinner will be arriving at Jahaeryn's chambers any moment now. I promised him you'd be returning with me," wrapping her arms around my waist she smiles up at me hopefully, fluttering her long eyelashes to sway me as if I'd ever deny her a thing.

"Afraid I'll ruin another one of your mother's dinners are you?" I chuckle, pressing another kiss to her temple but she shakes her head.

"You're not the only one who can't stand the sight of my father right now. Everyone's having supper sent to their rooms," she tells me locking her arm with mine as we ventured back up the hill to the castle.

Ser Erryk stood guard far enough to grant us privacy but close enough to ensure our safety and I grow more thankful I hadn't ravaged her on the beach.

The time would come.

***

"Jahaeryn! Food on the plate or in your mouth! Not to be used as a weapon!"

Reaching for the little dragon's handful of bread I catch him just in time before he beams a roll at Lucerys who'd been picking on my other little nephew all evening.

"Is this how you treat little Aegon and Viserys? No doubt they'll convince your mother to ship you off to Driftmark as soon as you and Rhaena are wed!" I boast, earning a heartfelt laugh from my wife who was watching from beside me keeping a hand planted firmly on my thigh.

"You'd miss me far too much, Uncle."

"Hm, I think I'd be saving our son the trouble of your inevitable torture when he's born, nephew."

Elaena can't help herself, giggling as the both of us went back and forth over the small table we'd assembled at for dinner.

If one didn't know any better, they'd think us to be one small happy family and I suppose we were in a way. Luke and I had fought through the trenches to make it home and it had been well worth it to see the smiles Jaehaeryn and Elaena wore.

"I'm confident your son will be born with a sword in hand," Luke jokes and I know he doesn't only refer to my fierceness but Elaena who'd always preferred training in the yards as children to her needlework and lessons though that never stopped her from becoming such a well-rounded woman.

Noticing my stare a light blush comes to her cheeks and the hand she has placed on my knee gives me a reassuring squeeze, "I sure hope not. That sounds even more painful than I'd anticipated."

At her comment, all of us burst into laughter though poor Jaehaeryn is clueless as to what she could possibly mean, reaching for another roll of bread and rearing back his hand to throw it at Lucerys and get his attention.

This time, however, no one goes to stop him and the bread hits Luke square in the nose, falling into pieces all over the table our laughter is uncontainable, surely to echo down the corridor.

Although, our dinner of joy is cut short by a knock on the door, followed by Ser Erryk entering with a curt nod.

"My apologies to interrupt but the Queen has requested your presence, Prince Aemond."

Ser Erryk is visibly disappointed that he interrupted our dinner, but I quickly rise to meet him at the door, having expected him any moment now.

Pressing a quick kiss to Elaena's lips she tugs me back down for an extra nearly bringing me down on top of her, though I wouldn't at all be complaining.

"I'll wait up for you, my love." She murmurs and I almost tell her not to but I knew her better than that.

Making my rounds about the table I press a quick kiss to the top of Jaehaeryn's head and before I make it away, Luke sits up as if he's expecting a kiss as well leaving the room in a fit of giggles as I make my way to the Queen.

As Ser Erryk and I fall in step I cross my arms behind my back, "We seem to be fitting in quite well here at Dragonstone, aren't we?"

Offering me a smile over his shoulder Ser Erryk nods, "I hope to live to see the reign of Elaena and Aemond Targaryen. If our Queen cannot win our peace, I have confidence in her heir."

For the remainder of the walk to the great hall, I mull over Ser Erryk's words.

I would certainly hope peace would be found sooner rather than later but what if this war between us would last far longer than we'd anticipated?

Opening the door slowly I give Ser Erryk a grateful nod and my sister beckons me inside the great hall.

"Aemond, I'm grateful you've agreed to speak with me. Come,"

As the Queen says, I close the door behind me and slowly approach the painted table but I enter timidly, confused by Daemon's absence, but both she and I knew this conversation wouldn't have been productive if he'd been a participant.

"Elaena claims you had nothing to do with Daemon's plot. Is this true?"

My older sister takes a few steps from the fireplace and though she'd tried to hide her emotions prior, she frowns deeply, exhaustion prevalent in her features much similar to mine.

"I'd been inconsolable when we'd heard the news of Arrax as was Elaena but Daemon was restless, on a hunt for revenge. He was under the impression that the marriage to Elaena had been a facade put to motion by your mother but I'd always known better."

My dulled anger rears its ugly head and instinctively I go to protect our love, but I remind myself it was never my sister who'd doubted us. It was she who'd given us the blessing we'd so desperately wanted.

"For days he'd kept close correspondence with the White Worm in Kings Landing in efforts to locate you. After all, where could a man who rode the largest dragon hide?" She shrugs, her eyes scanning the glow of the painted table, as I imagine she did during their search for me.

"Tessarion nearly tore a hole through Vhagar's wing. She was in no state to fly us home, I'm still unsure where it was we ended up in the North." Following her gaze I reach out to trace the carvings of the Northern lands.

"I'm no fool, sister. I was quite aware that the worst was expected of me." I scoff, leaning on both of my palms.

"And now, my husband will get something of a similar treatment."

Shocked by her I cock an eyebrow in uncertainty but she looks away, my sister taking a deep breath before she breaks the news.

"Daemon will be taking our cause to Harrenhal where he'll assemble the stronghold for the banners of the Riverlands. There's been word of Aegon's forces marching against the Reach," Rhaenyra's voice is calm and collected but it only makes me further wonder what else she hadn't been telling us.

"And how is sending him to Harrenhal as your envoy a punishment?"

"Would you rather I send you, brother? With a baby on the way?"

Shrugging my shoulders I suppose she's right. I wouldn't be going anywhere without Elaena by my side and if Aegon's men were marching our way he'd meet us with dragon fire.

"I believe my husband speaks the truth but that does not mean he's blameless. The blood of Jaehaerys and their unborn child is on his hands and some Lords may doubt me if I keep him too close... but that's not all I wished to tell you, brother."

Rhaenyra takes a few steps toward me and like a flash of the future it's not my sister's face I see before me it's my wife.

I imagined Elaena wearing the crown, dressed in royal garb fit for a Queen when the time was right. I would not be a husband or King Consort to be doubted, I would be her right hand, her swift sword of justice and strength. We would be a force that would take the Seven Kingdoms by storm I was sure of it.

"Elaena is my heir and you her King. With Daemon's absence I require trusted advisors and you Aemond know more of our brother than any other."

I'm taken aback but her offer but it was one I respected. Rhaenyra could not right these wrongs committed by Daemon but she would give power and responsibility to those she trusted most, Elaena and I.

I was privileged, to say the least, but her trust in me was well-earned. I'd proved to her and the rest of them that I'd pull through for Elaena and anyone we loved time and time again.

"You honor me, your grace." I grant her a nod, my hands clasped behind my back and at the small sign of respect I offer her lips twitch into something like a smile.

"I'll speak with Elaena but I'm sure she'll share my sentiments."

Eager to speak with her I turn on my heels but Rhaenyra calls out to me once more before I make it through the door.

"Aemond, thank you. You've saved this family a lifetime of heartache I hope you know."

My sister's sincere thanks fills a gaping hole that I hadn't realized my spite was eating away at me.

Growing up my mother had always painted such a terrible picture of my sister and it was easy to believe as a child. It would do no good to dwell on lost time and though I'd lost a brother or two, it seemed I'd gained a sister.

When I find Elaena back in our rooms she's already cuddled up beneath the covers with her nose in a book and only a candle or two by the bed to aid her.

As I shut the door softly behind me she finally looks up at me and my heart warms at the sight of her smiling face.

The day had been long and to find my pregnant wife waiting patiently for me in our bed by candlelight had made every second worth it.

"Look at you, my sweet song. Pregnancy certainly suits you." I hum in appreciation of her beauty, taking my seat beside her on the bed and she sits up to meet me.

Brushing Elaena's stray hairs away from her face I place my lips to hers, stealing a small tender kiss.

"Judging by your good mood can I assume your talk with my mother went well?" She purrs in a low sleepy tone and I melt into her hold.

"Quite well. In fact, she's asked us to serve on her council. I told her we'd be honored but I would of course have to speak to you first-"

"She what? Of course! Oh, Aemond I can't believe it. And what of my father?"

Elaena couldn't be happier but when she remembers Daemon her expression falls, the sparkle in her eye dimming for a moment as I started on the buttons of my tunic.

I smirk, leaning down to press another kiss to the curve of her neck and I get a waft of her floral bath soaps, "It's expected Aegon will be marching on the Riverlands so Daemon will be leaving first thing in the morning for Harrenhal to establish a stronghold. He'll be of use... just elsewhere."

When I don't hear her respond right away I turn back around to face her after draping my jacket over the chair.

"Listen to you, you sound like a proper diplomat." She smirks, her tongue darting out to wet her soft lips but I don't miss the heat that resonates in her voice and a growl-like sound comes from my throat in approval, "Mmm, and you smell delectable. I can only imagine how you taste,"

Working the covers down her body I notice she's quite bare of any clothes besides her thin shift that clung to her every curve.

"Aemond," she breathes my name bringing my stiff cock to a rock-hard erection and I begin only thinking with one head.

Unwilling to stop myself, I roam my hands down her body until I find her knees, spreading them apart.

"Yes, my love?" I chuckle darkly, running my hands through my long hair to put it up with a tie from the bedside table.

She opens her mouth to speak but she seems much more interested in watching me undress, tossing my tunic and boots aside to join her beneath the covers and have my meal.

"W-what did she say of Helaena? Do you trust her?" She stutters, her mouth dropping open as I take off what's left covering my torso.

My sweet song quite liked the sight of me shirtless and I'd be lying if it wasn't a boost to the ego every damned time but at the mention of my sisters again I sigh, settling in between her thighs where I can already smell her, slick with desire.

"I've been assured Helaena is as safe as she can be, and come morning I'll send a raven to her myself. As for your mother, I trust her, but I trust you, most of all." I drum off these simple facts one after the other between kisses down the inside of her thigh.

Inching down the bed towards my mouth she gasps when I nibble at a bit of her skin, whipping my tongue over the mark to wipe away the sting.

"After everything?" She asks, still harboring guilt from the doubt she'd carried about me, about us.

Our eyes meet and I crawl up toward her face to nuzzle my nose against hers. Though we were moments away from a heated exchange I know my beloved needed reassurance that I didn't hold resentment toward her and I was beginning to think I never could.

Cradling her petite face in my hands I nod slowly, "tolī tolvierun,"
*after everything

I assure her, capturing her mouth before another question can pass her lips.

***

A month later,

"The fool Otto Hightower sent word across the Narrow Sea hoping to put a stop to our trade blockage. He sees Daemon as our weakness, he always has." Lord Corlys mentions and another Lord interjects, "They say Aegon grows impatient. Our sources say he's made Cole his hand in his grandfather's stead with news of all the rejections from the Riverlords and the North."

Quietly I chuckle to myself imagining what the Green Council must've looked like in comparison to Rhaenyra's.

Aegon was never one to display restraint or patience. He sought instant results but my fool of a brother didn't realize alliances took time and trust, both of which he failed to build over his years of drunken stupor.

Tonight Elaena had felt much too tired to partake in the small council proceedings but the longer these Lords dragged on about my irritating older brother, the more I wished I'd stayed in to look over her myself.

'It's a responsibility we must show we honor, Aemond. One of us must go,'

My sweet wife was always right and like a good husband, I'd done what I was told, being our representative this evening but that hadn't made it any more joyful.

We'd been spending our evenings reading texts of Old Valyria. Sometimes in bed, sometimes in the bath, or on the beach where Jaehaeryn, Luke and Elaena's younger brothers would join us to watch the dragons circle the skies in the afternoons.

It was almost as if a war wasn't being fought miles away, as if Aegon didn't threaten the very people I cared for most but Elaena and I have been assured by our correspondence with Helaena though we spoke nothing of politics and war, only of her well being and Jaehaera.

If tomorrow, Rhaenyra decided to take Kings Landing I would enjoy every last quiet moment, every last smile, and kiss shared between Elaena and me until our peace was uprooted potentially forever.

"My Lords, while I appreciate your council I believe the hour has grown late,"

From across the painted table Rhaenyra and I make eye contact. My sister is better at hiding her Targaryen smirk than I but she notices my mind couldn't be farther away.

"Of course, your Grace." Lord Corlys replies with a smile, connecting the dots as I'm quick with my goodbyes, readjusting my sword at my hip and taking my leave.

I rush through the halls hoping by the grace of the gods she hadn't fallen asleep yet. I was a selfish man who would never find his fill of his wife and I'd hope that one day she wouldn't find her fill of me unless that is between her thighs.

Coming through the corridor dim of any lights should've been the first sign of trouble and though my gut twists, I keep on and quicken my pace, shifting to a sprint when I hear the clashing of steel just ahead.

No, no, no.

At first, it's hard to recognize who is who but it was Ser Erryk who stood guard of Elaena in his full set of armor whereas his brother wore robes to fit in on the grounds.

As I round the corner with my sword in tow I catch the final blow between brothers, between blood and Ser Erryk falls, his body a lifeless corpse the moment his brother drives his sword through his heart before I can get to them.

"NO! Elaena!" I call out to her through the open door but Ser Arryk blocks my path, the fool hardly fazed by the death of his own brother.

When she doesn't reply I panic, a cold sweat dripping down my back felt beneath my thick leather tunic and it occurs to me.

This would be my brother's revenge, would it?

Our sister had taken his heir, and in one fell swoop, he would take hers and mine.

"You came for her, didn't you!? For my wife and my child?!" I shout out at him, my animalistic rage unbottled and broken free but the fool raises his sword, hardly surprised I'm here to greet him but that only further worries me.

Has he come alone or is he simply the distraction?

Aegon could very well be storming Dragonstone at this moment, taking us hostage from within our own home.

I didn't have time to think about it before our swords are clashing, the steel singing through the empty halls but footsteps approached and I couldn't be sure who they belonged to.

I would have Ser Arryk's head but first I would have him beg for death, beg for the burning flames the pits of the seven hells where he'd go after I finished with him.

Ser Arryk is a skilled swordsman but every one of his moves is predicted and countered though he keeps himself an inch from death at all times my rage consumes me, driving my sword.

"Aemond!?" I spare a glance over my shoulder and spot a Strong but I can't be sure which one until he comes closer. Sending him to Elaena I'm confident I can handle Aegon's knight.

"Our rooms, Jacaerys! Find her! Go!"

My nephew follows my orders rushing a couple of rooms down where our door was ajar, the light from a single candle pouring into the dark hallways.

Our swords collide but there's more force behind my swing knocking him back a step and I use that to my advantage disarming him. Another one of Rhaenyra's knights is quick to grab it from the ground, leaving the lesser Cragyll brother completely surrounded.

Holding my blade steady beneath his chin I urge his head higher, my nostrils flaring with the beast that raged inside daring him to make another move as more knights came to our aid but his life still lay in my hands.

Kill him, slit his throat, and be done with it.

No.

I would make him suffer for this attempt on my wife and our unborn son.

"Aemond!" Jacaerys' voice beckons from down the corridor and my grip on the handle of my sword stiffens. If she was hurt... if she was dead?

Keeping my sword at the ready I run as fast as a man's feet can carry him, praying to the old gods and the new that she was alright, that our baby was alright.

When I come to stand in the doorway what I see is an image from the deepest depths of my nightmares and for a brief moment I think I must be dreaming, this couldn't be happening.

Jacaerys cradled Elaena's pale limp body to his chest as they sat on the floor and the sword drops from my hand, falling to crash against the stone but I don't hear it, a high pitch buzzing overtaking any noise.

"No, no, no, please- Elaena!" I plead, falling to my knees beside them and practically tearing her from Jace's grasp I look her over myself.

I expect to find my beloved wounded but when I find nothing I suspect this could be much worse.

"What's wrong, my love? Come on, wake up, please" I beg, hardly alike my normal self but I was weak without her, only darkness and rage.

Could she have been poisoned?

"Get a maester! NOW!" I call out to anyone who will listen and thankfully Jacaerys stands seeing to it my commands are heard but his words are muddled in the fog of my mind.

"Elaena please, Māzigon arlī naejot nyke,"
*come back to me

I beg, my lips trembling against her forehead and she doesn't move but she is breathing, my hope still intact as more men flooded the room.

"She's breathing! She's still alive- Elaena, hear me please."

Cradling her to my chest hands reach for her but I yank away from them, holding no confidence in any other than myself.

"Aemond, they need to tend to her." Jacaerys crouches beside us and for a moment I ignore him, my hold on her tightening.

If I let her go, I may never hold her again.

"Aemond," He insists and against all instincts I get up, placing her on the bed to back away as the maesters swarm her and I'm helpless, staring after her in pure horror.

"Māzigon arlī naejot nyke,"

*come back to me

***

Chapter Text

𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
"We should take Kings Landing the moment she wakes. We have the men we have the dragons,"

Aemond's voice is close, nearby in the shadows of my deep sleep and I can almost reach out and touch him, but another familiar voice joins him.

"He'll expect this of you, Aemond. We can't take Kings Landing, not yet-"

Mother.

I use all of my strength to speak, but my lips don't move, and my eyelids are far too heavy to lift.

"Then my brother will expect it when I incinerate him to dust for what he's done. The last thing he'll hear as he burns is our mother begging for mercy, but he'll never have it, not from me."

Aemond is furious but why? What were they so worried about?

I don't think about it for long before I'm slipping back into my deep sleep but for how long I can't be sure.

I'm floating in black nothingness, something relatively peaceful when I hear a small tune being hummed far off.

Not to the right of me or the left but all around, surrounding me.

Red of scale, golden too, dragons danced along with blue
Buildings crumble and banners fall, burned to ash for who they call
One soul saved is one soul lost, no bones to bury, ash nor frost
When all is done, who will survive?
For what's the point when they've all died?

The song was sung so joyfully but it spoke of dragons and death, repeated over and over again until I had it memorized.

There's some loud movement and the slam of a door when I finally come to, my fingers wiggling at first and then at last my eyes shoot open.

"Elaena! Thank the gods," My mother is the very first thing I see, holding me to her chest and she almost crushes me with her tight hold, running her fingers through my hair soothingly as she did when we were children.

"Mother? Good morning, what's happened? Where's Aemond?" I chuckle nervously with a hint of confusion, noting Aemond's absence immediately as my mother sits back on the bed, giving me space to breathe.

"Alert Prince Aemond of his wife. He'll want to know she's awake straight away,"

Sending the knight from the room he nods in understanding, leaving us at once at the Queen's order.

Despite her shoulders' tension, my mother's tight-lipped smile doesn't falter, looking me over in relief to grab my hand.

"Ser Arryk snuck onto the island last night with the intentions of what we aren't sure, but by the time Aemond arrived, Ser Erryk had made his last stand to protect you."

Ser Erryk? His last stand? No that couldn't mean...

"H-he died? For me? He was our most trusted knight- who stands guard now?" Struggling with my words I go for the door but my mother pulls me back, "Your brave brothers are who stand guard, sweet girl."

Frowning when she doesn't mention Aemond's whereabouts I look down at my fingers, twirling my rings.

Could he have flown to Kings Landing for revenge? Was it possible he thought I was dead?

"And what of Aemond? I thought I'd heard a door slam earlier but..." With my sentence trailing off my mother gives my hand a tight squeeze.

"He was worrying himself to pieces so I thought it best he be the one who questions Ser Arryk."

"Mother, if I know my husband Ser Arryk will be dead within the hour-"

Cutting me off my mother shakes her head leaning forward to keep a quiet voice, "Aemond will get the answers we need and then discard of him. I've given him free rein to do as he deems fit."

I stare at her bewildered that she'd granted him permission for such a thing and before I can ask her it hits me.

She's testing him.

But what was it she was hoping for?

"Oh, that reminds me," My mother reaches for a velvet case I hadn't noticed on the bedside table, running her fingers over its lid before looking up to meet my eyes.

"When the servants went to clean your rooms before you returned home, they'd found this..."

Not explaining further, she only hands me the box, leaving me to open it for myself, but when I do, I already know in my heart what she speaks of.

When my eyes finally lay eyes on one of my most prized possessions tears are immediately cascading down my flushed cheeks.

"I-I thought it was lost forever... tossed aside as trash," I breathe, tracing my fingers over the black sapphire crystals twinkling as bright as ever in the early morning sunlight.

"It was a bit of a search to find a proper jeweler that could fix it but it's almost-"

"Good as new. As beautiful as the very first time I saw it." I breathe, bringing the box close to my chest.

That night between Aemond and I had meant everything. We'd given ourselves to one another in almost every aspect, ruining me for any possible love just as I'd asked of him.

For the entirety of our month home, I'd noticed the slight fall of his smile when he saw my neck bare of this symbol of our love, but now I wouldn't let it out of my sight, not ever again.

Just as my mother shuts it away in its own drawer the bedroom door flies open, mere inches from slamming against the stonewall before Aemond catches it gracefully, his grip on the wood so tight his veins and bones flex at the sight of me.

"Elaena," He breathes in relief, our eyes connecting from across the room and I smile, my heart ever fluttering at the mere sight of him. But he was dirtied, his hands bloodied and cracked open at the knuckles of his right hand.

I open my mouth to ask but he's already closing the distance between us when I catch sight of my brothers standing guard with a couple of members from my mother's queens' guards, armed and at the ready as though Aegon could be taking our home at any moment.

Buildings fall and banners die, burned to ash for who they fight.

I could still smell the scent of burning flesh lingering in my nostrils. Soldiers were already marching, raising their banners to fight for either my mother or my uncle and it was only a matter of time before my dreams would come to fruition just as they had with Lucerys.

The bed dips under Aemond's weight as he comes to sit in front of me, his sapphire facing the open window giving it a faint glow.

At first, he uses his dirtied bloodied hand to reach for my face but he instantly recoils, instead using his left hand to cradle my face, "My love, I thought... to seven hells what I thought. You're alright,"

Kissing the top of my head he cranes his neck down to rest his forehead to my swollen belly, "And you too, little one."

My mother goes for the door, smiling at us over her shoulder before ushering Luke and Jace back into the hallway, allowing Aemond and me a moment or two of privacy.

Just as the door closes Aemond's possessive mouth claims mine, his lips desperate in his outpouring of emotion and I feel it all.

His fear, his anger, his relief everything in a slow tender kiss that I longed to last forever, in our own plane of existence.

When the kiss finally breaks Aemond tips up my chin, his lavender eye searching my own to gauge how I was feeling.

"Do you remember anything before falling asleep, my love? Anything at all?" He questions, a worried frown blanketing his expression.

Once he mentions it I wrack my mind for anything that might've been different from a normal evening on Dragonstone. It wasn't often Aemond and I spent our evenings apart, whether we were together at the small council meetings or putting Jaehaeryn to bed we'd spent just about every waking moment together.

"I'd just finished with my bath and gotten ready for bed..." Thinking aloud I walk myself through the evening and remember exactly when I'd caught sight of the goblet on our bedside table.

Cocking my head to the side I glance over at the now empty table and point, "There was a goblet just there when I came to bed... I'd just assumed that you sent it to help me sleep."

Aemond makes a grunting noise, his nostril twitching up as it does when he's irritated, his mind already spinning with different scenarios but he keeps it all to himself, biting at his bottom lip.

Taking a page from his book, I turn his face back towards mine by cradling his chin between my fingers. "What is it, ñuha zaldrīzes?"
*my dragon

His hard resolve crumbles but he still hesitates, taking a deep breath before he continues, "Ser Arryk meant to abduct you. Your mother expects Aegon planned to make you his prisoner and use you as some... bargaining tool."

"Does he hope for peace?" I ask hopefully hardly fazed by the news of nearly being abducted but Aemond rolls his eye, absentmindedly drawing shapes on my belly protectively.

"Hm, if peace is what he seeks, my brother will find that trying to kidnap my very pregnant wife will bring him exactly the opposite." Aemond's stare fades to the window, his mind not at all contained by this room. "If you hadn't woken up, Elaena... not even the gods could've stopped me from the crimes I longed to commit. I wanted to murder him. I still want to murder him-"

"I'm here, Aemond. You got to me in time, just as you always do. He could've poisoned me, killed my mother's heir just as his son was stolen from him." I smile in an effort to reassure him but his mind is elsewhere, running through every different circumstance in which he'd lost me.

"Do you honestly think Aegon would've stopped at kidnapping you, Elaena? He would've tortured you, thrown you to the cells to keep you just out of my reach, and given you a fate far worse than death." His voice shakes, whether it be with anger or worry, or both.

Aemond struggles to have me see sense, his temper quickly rising until I take his face between my hands and his tense shoulders fall if only slightly.

His pained lavender eye closes as I brush the pad of my thumb across the bottom of his scar. Taking a deep breath, he accepts the comfort I offer, leaning his heavy head into my palms.

"Can't you see, my love? This war that rages on may bear banners of Aegon and Rhaenyra, but the true fight has always been between Aegon and I. He'll do whatever's within his power to take you from me, just as I took his love from him." Aemond's deep sultry voice brings a flush to my cheeks, his gaze tender, filling my heart to the brim with his love for me and I can't look away, our eyes locked.

"There will come a time... a time soon when he will answer for these crimes. I had half a mind to end him while you slept," he mumbles the last bit, trailing off as if I wouldn't hear him but I give his hand a squeeze.

"But you stayed," I whisper, my voice small but a resounding statement.

My fierce dragon blinks slowly before he tilts his head down slightly to press a kiss to my temple, "I promised I would." He says simply.

And Aemond Targaryen always kept his promises.

What could I have done in my short life to deserve a love such as this? Such as him.

It was true, my husband was an impulsive man, in fact, it was one of the many things I loved about him, but somewhere along our journey, he'd learned to tame the beast that dwelled behind his violet eye.

And it had all been for me. For us.

"I love you, my prince. I wish there was a deeper word for what I felt for you,"

His sharp lips tip up into a genuine smile when I utter the words. Nuzzling his nose to mine, our foreheads lay against one another.

"I could think of a few," he grins, "Infatuated, enamored, captivated, shall I go on?"

In true Aemond fashion, it isn't long before I'm a giggling mess, his fingers tickling my sides, and our laughter only ceases when he plants his lips to mine.

***

For an entire week, Aemond had insisted on waiting on me hand and foot, even trying to convince me to skip today's activities but once I'd heard from Lucerys that Ser Addam Velaryon and his brother were coming ashore, I had to see my old friend again.

Only once or twice when I was surrounded by guards and family did Aemond take his leave to the cells below, finding whatever answers he could manage from Ser Arryk but still, my husband hadn't ended his life, not yet.

He would come back with bruised and bloodied knuckles, his mind far and clouded even when we lay in bed and he brought me close to his chest.

It was only when I sang to him and the candles grew dim that he'd breathe a bit smoother, his grip on me tight and unwavering.

As we approach the dining hall the many voices already spilled through the open doors down the hall.

Unable to help myself I pick up my pace, desperate for a moment of distraction while Aemond trailed close behind, watching over me even more frequently now with my pregnancy further along.

The moment we turn the corner I'm bombarded by fierce affections and tender hugs, everyone so thankful for my safety.

"You gave us quite the scare you know," Lucerys starts, ruffling my hair as though I was the younger sibling but I elbow him in the ribs earning a hearty laugh from Rhaena who were growing closer and closer by the day.

Jace and Baela on the other hand remained friendly but their affections stopped there and I was beginning to wonder if love had even been shared between them.

It was unclear whether Jacaerys had spoken to Baela of his endeavors in the North but Baela was rarely at Dragonstone. She'd travelled with our grandmother frequently back and forth from Driftmark but today they were finally back.

First Rhaenys takes me in her arms and then Baela, holding me so tight I could never let go, embracing any and all affection my family would offer.

"Look at you, sister you're stunning! I can't believe it! I'll be an Aunt soon!" Baela swoons, her face still dirtied from the ride but she doesn't have a care in the world, delighted to see me and I her.

Baela had always reminded me of the best of our Father and the best of my Aunt Laena. She was fierce but soft when necessary and I'd always figured if Aemond and I had run away, Baela would've been a wonderful Queen in my stead.

Swept away in our conversation I hardly notice the entrance that silences everyone in the room.

Turning slowly I expect to see my old friend Addam but who he's arrived with is quite the stranger despite his familiar facial features.

This must've been the younger brother he'd spoken to me about. The boy to Addam's right is strikingly similar to him, just a bit younger, and if my memory of Ser Laenor still served correct, they both bore a striking resemblance to that of my late father.

It was always assumed that the boys were simply taken in by Lord Corlys. Nephews or cousins of a distant relative but now with them standing side by side I couldn't be sure.

Perhaps Ser Laenor's taste's hadn't always consisted solely of men.

"You made it!"

Baela is the first to greet them, rushing the youngest Velaryon for a sweet hug as our Grandmother watched on with discomfort, veering toward my Mother as she enters instead already delving into a deep conversation about politics.

Doing my best to ignore them I go to Ser Addam taking his hand as he bows his blonde head in respect while acknowledging Aemond as well, "Princess, my Prince. It's good to see you again, though we wish it was under different circumstances." He frowns, his lavender eyes scanning the room for any lingering ears or eyes.

Before I can respond Aemond takes a step forward, his eyebrows furrowed with concern adding to his already stiff stature. "And what specific circumstances are you referring to?" My husband asks, his voice deathly low.

Ser Addam glances around the room as he replies in an effort to not make a scene with his news, "There's word Criston Cole has marched the greens forces to Rooks Rest. They've already taken Duskendale and beheaded their Lord,"

My hand instinctively reaches for Aemond's, my tight grip surely turning his hand white as his jaw works with the news.

Duskendale was close.

Even closer than Kings Landing.

"Could they be on their way here?" I whisper but Aemond shakes his head, his gaze darting back and forth, deep in thought. "They'd be fools to do such a thing after the stunt they've just pulled. Does our Queen know about this?" Aemond asks, pulling me close.

Addam nods and I can feel the air sucked from the room.

Just last night Aemond and I had been at the small council meeting and if my mother had known about this, there was no reason it shouldn't have been a topic of discussion.

If our bannerman were in trouble, what were our dragons if not useless to protect those loyal to us?

"Would you excuse me? I think I need to have a word with my sister," Aemond excuses himself, giving my knuckles a light peck before he's weaving through the crowd of our family to find my mother.

As my gaze follows him it's only then that I notice whom Baela is lost in conversation with.

Alyn Velaryon looked like his older brother who was closer to my age while he was a couple of years younger just like Jace and Baela.

Even from afar Baela's girlish giggle reaches us and her hand goes to rest on his arm if only for a moment before she pulls away.

"I was hoping to see Jacaerys. Is he not joining us this afternoon?" Addam asks and by his question, I assume he's witnessed the same exchange I have but it piques my interest.

"I've been told he's personally seeing over the guard for our youngest brothers and my nephew."

"Sounds of Jacaerys. The noble hero," he laughs and I cock my head to the side.

"Have you already met my brother?"

Ser Addam only nods, chuckling a bit at a memory of something he keeps to himself.

"He and Baela used to spend days on end in town, causing trouble with Alyn and me, but when you and he took your leave to Winterfell it was only Baela and Alyn who continued on their visits." He explains and Jacaerys' words echo in my mind.

'Baela has her own tastes,'

'We don't tell one another of our endeavors,'

Could my brother have been telling the truth after all? It would make some sense as to why he's taken the excuse to skip this afternoon.

Deep in thought my gaze scans the room in search of my husband. Finally finding him in a heated discussion with my mother I take a deep breath.

"Addam, just how current is this news of Duskendale?"

My friend notices where my attention drifts and hangs his head ashamed to say.

"It's been about a week, Princess. They've slaughtered hundreds. Townsfolk and men alike," he frowns, disappointed in my lack of knowing.

With what had happened with Ser Arryk it was quite possible that my mother had left out this very important fact in an effort to not worry us, but what in the seven hells was the point of being on my mother's small council if we were left out of discussions such as this?

Excusing myself as well I make my way through my chatting family and already find myself holding my breath as I approach my husband's broad tense shoulders.

Though I can't make out exactly what's said I know their conversation is tense. But, the instant my fingers interlock with Aemond's it's as if he's felt me approaching, his grip on my hand tightening without even needing to look.

"Why in the seven hells would our banners stay loyal to us when we don't come to their aid?" He continues, my mother already nodding her head in agreement.

"We've been under quite the stress here trying to concoct a plan of attack. As you know an attack takes time, planning." My mother responds diplomatically doing her best to keep our private discussion just that, private.

"We have them outnumbered in every aspect what exactly is there to be planned, sister?"

I cringe at the tone my dragon uses with my mother, our Queen, and she isn't relatively fond of it either, raising her eyebrows in annoyance.

Taking a step toward us my mother keeps her voice deathly low when addressing him again, "You mistake yourself, brother. You are no King yet. It doesn't do any of us good if you've gotten too comfortable in your position at court."

"Comfortable? And how can I be too comfortable at a table that holds more conversation when I'm absent?" He says, narrowing his swirling eye at my mother.

Pushing myself in between them I can already feel the conversations growing quiet, all attention shifting to us.

I open my mouth to speak but a hand is placed on my shoulder and I'm greeted by the comforting smile of my grandmother.

"It was I who asked our Queen to keep this secret. All plans were made privately in efforts to aid in our surprise attack." Princess Rhaenys keeps her voice curt when she's addressing Aemond. Not missed by him, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down when I give his hand a squeeze.

"Our surprise attack? You don't both intend to go do you?" I frown, looking between both my mother and grandmother.

"No, sweet girl. Baela has volunteered to join me." Rhaenys assures me, both of us turning for a moment to look at my courageous sister, all smiles for Ser Alyn who couldn't keep his love-struck eyes off of her.

How must they feel?

Knowing they could never be together? At least not fully as Aemond and I.

"It was quite difficult to turn down her request when she's grown so fond of your adventures." My grandmother glances between the both of us with an honorable expression and I'm at a loss for words, my mouth dry.

"Hmph," Aemond grunts with a smirk rising to his mouth as he tips his chin down to look at me proudly but I wouldn't call what we'd endured quite the "adventure".

Giving my husband an expression opposite to his own, his face falls, understanding without me speaking a single word and my chest deflates.

I'd almost just lost a brother, I couldn't fathom losing another sister.

"There's no discouraging her is there?" I ask, frowning at both my mother and grandmother who offer me sympathetic smiles.

"Dare I say it?" My mother asks, earning smiles from both Aemond and Rhaenys but I turn between them all, confused about what she means.

"You're beginning to sound like a mother, my love." Aemond hums affectionately into my hair, placing a hand on our babe growing steadily just within my belly.

"By the time Aelyx arrives our poor boy won't stand a chance,"

"He and I both," He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple as he brushed his fingers across my stomach absentmindedly and I could almost forget the war that raged on a dragon ride away from here.

***

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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
"Go on, little one. Just as I taught you," I give Jaehaeryn a pat on the head but take a step forward with him as he trembles in both excitement and fear.

When he hesitates he turns his gaze behind us where Elaena and her youngest brothers watched on from the hill perched just over the beaches where Vhagar had made her home for the afternoon.

Elaena nods to my nephew with a heartwarming smile that I catch myself staring at until her gaze meets mine, a flush warming her cheeks.

With the departure of Rhaenys and Baela, my song had been worrying herself sick and it's only been two days since they'd left for Rooks Rest. Naturally, I'd been doing my damndest to distract her, keeping a smile on her lips as if my very breath counted on it.

Clasping both hands on his shoulders, I guide him closer, leaning down to reassure him. "You are the blood of the dragon, Jaehaeryn. Just as the rest of us, your family. Do you understand?"

I tell him softly, but I can still see the doubt on his face and I'm riddled with memories of my brother. Aegon hadn't been scared he'd been confident, cocky even.

It was a wonder Sunfyre even let my brother mount him with the sheer size of his head.

"Go on, Jaehaeryn. She's waiting for you," I urge him closer, mirroring the reassuring smile that Elaena had given him from afar and it's the last push he needs, looking up to my dragon in awe.

"Rytsas, Vhagar!" He calls out earning the old dragon's attention.
*Hello, Vhagar!

Vhagar only tilts her massive head slightly to regard my nephew, her lip curling back as she grumbles in greeting.

Hoisting the small boy over my shoulders he screams in glee, latching onto my hair to steady himself and I cringe in pain as our audience laughs from the hills.

Taking his small hand in mine, I press his palm against Vhagar's weathered skin and she flinches at first but makes a rumbling noise that resembles a pur, her eye first closing and then opening even wider than before to look at the both of us.

He's done it, she trusts him.

Jaehaeryn hops down running back to his cousins who are already cheering for him but I stay behind, placing my hand once more on Vhagar's snout as a way of thanking her.

"Kirimvose, uēpa raqiros"
*Thank you, old friend.

As I turn to join them, Vhagar stretches her wings, blocking out the falling sun from the sky until she flies back to the caves, having had her fill of interaction for the day.

Walking backward for a moment I don't notice Elaena's come to join me until her sweet giggle meets my ears.

"Seasmoke is going to be quite jealous when he's realized it was Vhagar who's gotten all the attention today."

My love glances over her shoulder towards the caves, Elaena's lavender eyes glistening and her soft lips cocked in a playful smile.

Unable to help myself I loop one of my fingers through a clasp on the front of her dress and tug her to my chest.

"Not all the attention, my love. If I didn't know any better it would sound as though you were the jealous one,"

Shrugging her shoulders she brings her bottom lip between her teeth to nibble on, well aware of the effect it has on me.

"Quite jealous, husband." She purrs seductively, placing both of her palms on my chest. I stand a bit straighter at her touch having missed our intimate moments after the past few days we'd endured.

Whether it be meetings, Jaehaeryn, or the damned lone twin that still clings to life in the cells both of us had been pushed to our limits without much time to relax.

And Aelyx was still yet to be born, our ball of fire.

Both Elaena and I thrived in command this was true but it would only become more challenging as time progressed.

Though Aegon, Joffrey, Viserys, and Jaehaeryn all cooed at the dragons in the sky I take the opportunity while their backs are turned to steal a kiss from my beloved.

I shock her at first but she responds to my tongue instantly submitting to my kiss from the moment it begins.

Cradling her face I take a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure no one's looking and deepen the kiss, our tongues molding together as I helped myself to the taste of her heavenly mouth.

Her fingers find their way to my hair, knotting themselves through the long braided twists she'd fashioned herself this very morning. Elaena and I might've shared a battle together at the Stepstones but I hadn't ever thought of putting war braids in my hair.

Before we get too carried away we both pull away reluctantly, but she keeps her eyes closed, savoring the kiss with an adorable smile on her lips.

Staring at her selfishly for a moment I interlock our fingers guiding her back in the direction of the chaotic little ones who chased one another through the field.

"You've been wonderful with Jaehaeryn. I'm beginning to think you've become his new favorite," she teases.

"One day soon it'll be our son we introduce to his own dragon" I chuckle, my whole body warming at the thought.

"Syrax is still quite protective of her clutch of eggs. The maesters worry if they can't extract them in time they'll turn to stone..." she worries, her smile falling and I realize it's still quite a hard subject for the both of us.

"Whatever comes to be is meant to be, my love. Just as it was for you and me. Perhaps if I never claimed Vhagar we wouldn't have shared that night on the beach."

Deep in thought, my song arches an eyebrow, her playful smile toying at the corner of her mouth.

"I'd like to think the gods destined us for one another and no matter what had happened we would've found our way back," she speculates, resting her head on my arm as we walked.

"Hmm," I hum in contentment, comforted by that sentiment.

As we drew closer, the boys' giggles reminded me of when I was a child, growing up with Aegon and Jacaerys. After the years of torment, one would think they'd become friends, but perhaps it was never a bond that drove them to band together, but the need to feel superior, and in control.

"Uncle, look! Another dragon!" Jaehaeryn points at the sky behind us and when Elaena and I both turn, shielding our eyes from the falling sun we expect to see two dragons returning home but there's only one.

Moondancer's small silhouette is clear through the clouds but as the pale green dragon approaches and no other follows her, Elaena's face falls, and the back of my neck prickles with uncertainty.

"No..." She gasps, assuming already what this could mean.

Before Elaena can react I turn to the handmaidens who stood just above the hill, assisting us in watching the boys alongside the Kingsguard.

"Take them to their rooms and alert the Queen of Lady Baela's arrival right away. Have a guard meet her at the Dragonmount, now." I command.

"Of course, my prince."

With a curt nod, my command is set in motion but Elaena remains planted where she stands, watching the sky for further signs of her grandmother.

Going to her she doesn't acknowledge me, her violet eyes locked on the horizon until I place a hand on her waist.

"She's coming... j-just wait," Elaena nibbles on her trembling lip, her voice quivering with dread but I don't have the heart to pull her away.

It's not until the sun finally falls behind the clouds that we walk back to the castle.

Taking to the halls Elaena walks two paces ahead of me but I worry that the answers she seeks won't be the ones she's looking for. It wasn't like Rhaenys to send Baela back alone, it could only mean trouble and I wasn't sure my sweet song would be able to bear it.

Expecting to hear their voices from outside the door all that can be heard are muffled sobs and every fear is all but confirmed, Elaena's footsteps halting just as the knight reaches for the door handle until my beloved nods.

Baela is at the helm of the painted table, with Jace by her side as she speaks softly to the small audience of our closest family, "We thought we'd taken Rooks Rest, Grandmother and Meleys had burned most of their men alive."

"Sister," Elaena's broken voice reached the table and they all turn to face us upon our entrance.

"Elaena," Baela breathes in relief, wiping her face free of any tears as she goes to embrace her sister, holding her as tight as she can muster.

"I'm so sorry, I did all I could I... they were waiting for us. First, it was Aegon and then Daeron came from above."

"Both of them?" I ask her, in shock myself.

Baela can't look at me without seeing one of my brothers in my place, quickly turning her head away, unable to bear the sight of me.

"There were hundreds of scorpions lining the field. Grandmother sent me away and took Aegon and Daeron for herself but-but she's gone,"

Elaena shudders next to me, her hands trembling when I go to grab them and I must reach her just in time, her body practically limp in my arms.

I should've gone.

It should've been I who fought my brothers... and now she's lost her grandmother.

Jacaerys consoles Baela as I do Elaena but Rhaenyra seems defeated, her face voice of color.

"Rhaenys! Baela!"

The room stills at the sound of Lord Corlys' panicked voice approaching the door and as they fly open the Sea Snake rushes in, his head on a swivel in an attempt to find his wife.

"Grandfather," Baela cries, her voice cracking and the old man snaps to the crying girl opposite the table from us.

"No..."

"They were ready for them. The Greens have prepared themselves to fight our dragons-" Rhaenyra says but Corlys shakes his head unwilling to listen.

"And they had ample time to prepare themselves due to your hesitation, my Queen." He spits at my sister whose shoulders were already heavy with the loss of her Aunt.

The Queen who never was.

Coming to my sister's defense, I attempt to bite back my tone, "How were we to know they'd take such a risk? It was a ridiculous risk to take but they took it."

"AND NOW MY WIFE IS DEAD!" His booming voice echoes through the stone room and Elaena flinches in my arms.

I wouldn't dare to say I've ever felt the loss he did at this moment, and I'd hoped not to, but I couldn't blame him for his rage. The Sea Snake had lost his wife and there was not a damned thing he could've done about it. He certainly didn't have a dragon to avenge her, just a fleet under the control of the very Queen who'd sent his wife to her death.

"We volunteered to go, Grandfather! There were many a night Grandmother and I awaited your return on Driftmark as you fought battles of your own," Baela's tear-stained eyes were no sign of weakness but passion as she fearlessly stepped from her betrothed grasp.

"Grandmother fought valiantly. It would've been her who ended the war, she almost cost both the young princes their lives but... but Meleys was pierced through the heart."

Though Elaena and Baela were only half sisters it was clear they shared the same fire that their father possessed, the fire of the dragon.

Lord Corlys glances between his kin until finally, his furious gaze reaches my sister. "Then perhaps this cause is one my banner will no longer fly for. I will no longer risk my own kin for your crown."

My lip curls back as I go for him but Elaena tightens her grip on my hand silently begging me not to make it any worse.

"I'd be especially careful how you speak, Lord Corlys. One would consider how you're regarding my sister as treason. " I warn him, deathly low.

It was no surprise Lord Corlys would question Rhaenyra after years in our father's court doing the very same thing, but despite my anger, I still sympathized with him even more so when I notice the sheen of tears in his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Jace steps forward with a pointed look my way, "Grandfather, what my Uncle is trying to say is that Grandmother wouldn't want you to forsake the very cause she sacrificed her life for. Baela knew the risk just as she did, you know that."

At last, it seems Jacaerys harbors a bit of sense, his conviction like his sisters, and if she weren't so heartbroken she might've been proud.

When I look down at my silent wife her gaze settles on no one, staring off into space and I wonder if she's even paying attention to the argument before us. Her free hand cradled her stomach, absentmindedly twisting the rings on her fingers as she does when she's most nervous.

Taking her free hand the voices around us persist but when the haze comes over her usually bright eyes I realize she's no longer with us, but somewhere entirely different deep within her mind.

"Elaena," I whisper, but she bares no reaction to my voice and my stomach twists at her silence. It was unlike my sweet song to be silent, her voice was one to be heard.

"ñuha vāedar," I try once more, pressing my lips against her ear when she finally turns her head.
*my song

Elaena's pink cheeks are riddled with tears on either side of her face, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of her anguish. Hooking my thumb beneath her chin her troubled eyes meet mine.

I've seen this look before.

The desperation in her expression mimicked that of the night she had her first nightmare at Kings Landing. I'd been petrified just as I am now.

"We should get you back to our chambers. You need to rest-"

"No!" She pleads in a whisper so low no one hears, her eyes wide with fear. "If I fall asleep I'll see more death, Aemond. I can't bare it,"

I open my mouth to object but she shifts her attention back to the discussion, turning her face away from me and she's made her choice... for now.

"Grandfather, if it's protecting our kin that you seek there is no better place for you than here, with us. You're one of my mother's closest advisors." Jace continues.

His plan regarding Winterfell and Storms End had not been without their trials but did prove to be a success and that was the confidence boost he needed to speak up from this point forward. But where exactly was he going with this?

"Mother, this may be overstepping but you've not chosen a Hand."

My grip on Elaena tightens as all of her siblings watch in anticipation of what their grandfather will decide.

I wouldn't admit it aloud but I'd always hoped my sister would name me her Hand, and when we lock eyes from across the table I realize it didn't have to be spoken.

Rhaenyra must've speculated the idea if it was me she looked at for a reaction.

Truthfully it wasn't the power I sought, it was the acceptance of my older sister, the honor that she deemed me worthy.

When Elaena becomes Queen one day I desired to be wiser than my mother and grandfather alike. I would come to expect things rather than live in fear of them and ultimately I would be fit to protect my wife, and my family from forces from both within and outside our walls.

"It would have to be something we discussed but Jacaerys speaks truth, Lord Corlys."

The old man holds a fair weathered expression, a true politician in his own right and I question my own stake in the running instantly.

The Sea Snake had fought battles long before I was born and his fleet was a force to be reckoned with this was true...

But a treasonous cunt was a treasonous cunt.

If Lord Corlys were to lose another family member, would he take all he had left to Kings Landing?

"You honor me, my Queen. Though I agree... terms must be discussed." The old man and Jacaerys seem happy with this arrangement but my frown only deepens.

"That's all for now. The small council will convene come morning. If it's as Baela says, they've bought us ample time to come up with a plan. They'll be nursing their wounded King... and we will make our attack." The Queen has her final word and with my focus on Elaena, I don't have half the mind to fight her, ushering my wife from the great hall.

Once we break through the double doors, and we're out of sight from any of her siblings she pulls from my grasp, going to the nearest window.

After fiddling with the clasp of the shutters she throws it open and heaves all of the contents of her stomach out the window into the waves below.

"Elaena!" I rush to her aid, one hand on her hip, the other on her hair, as deep shudders ran through her body, the sickness taking its course.

"Take some deep breaths, sweet girl. Breathe,"

As she comes out of it she turns her pale face away from me, embarrassed to have gotten so sick but my face knits together in concern, my heart breaking for her.

"No, no, no-" Elaena cries, pressing her back up against the stone wall, and her face crumbles, her strength fading by the second and it's as if someone's torn my heart from my chest.

And hell, here she was... my heart, broken in pieces on the floor.

Going to my knees I wrap my arms around her small body, cradling her to my chest where she clung to my tunic, her fingers still trembling and I bring her closer desperate to absorb any of her pain.

"He's killed my grandmother, and she won't be the last I know it," She cries, nuzzling her pink nose into my neck where her hot tears streaked onto my skin.

"We'll avenge her. We still have the numbers and the dragons-"

"It doesn't matter, how can't any of you see?! Even if this war is won but we've lost everything along the way what will it be for, Aemond?" She cries, her voice cracking as her tears morph into inconsolable sobs and my body stiffens at her words.

She was right, of course, she was right.

"Is my birthright worth this? It certainly isn't worth my brothers, my sisters, you... Aemond I can't lose you too," She continues, shaking her head as the images spin through her mind and I wonder just what she's seen in these nightmares of hers.

Had she seen my death? My sisters?

I wouldn't dare ask her in the state she's in so I do the only thing I can think of and press my lips to her temple, "Even the gods themselves couldn't tear me away from you, Elaena. You're the very reason they've put me here in the first place." I reassure her, tilting up her chin.

I brush my thumb across her tear-stained cheeks and her sobs subside, her bottom lip trembling as she huffs for air trying to breathe through her tears.

"That's it, ñuha vāedar, breathe."
*my song

Even my own breathing doesn't calm until her chest is rising and falling as normal, but we couldn't stay here where someone was bound to enter the hall. If my lady hadn't wished me to see her cry, she certainly wouldn't wish anyone else to.

Effortlessly I sweep her up from where we were sitting on the floor and she hides her tear-stained cheeks in the crook of my neck, her grip not slackening in the slightest with our movement.

"I love you, Aemond." She whispers in reply, those three little words setting my soul ablaze.

"I love you... now, let's get you cleaned up, hm?" I mumble before pressing another reassuring kiss atop her head, this time more for myself than for her.

My brothers would both pay for the heartache they've caused Elaena. Aegon had taken the throne all for some misguided revenge... and it would cost them their lives but first I would draw blood from the traitor within my grasp who rotted below in the cells.

I'd get whatever answers I could and then I'd kill him.

For the rest of the evening, Elaena says nothing, even as I drew her a hot tub and bathed her myself. It wasn't until the water grew tepid that her eyelids fluttered shut and she drifted into a peaceful sleep... at least from what I could tell.

Being gentle with her I carry her from the bathing chamber into our bedroom where the handmaidens had already lit a handful of candles, Elaena's sleeping tea placed thoughtfully at her bedside without so much as a word from me.

The Princess of Song is surely loved by all her people. After all, how couldn't they love her?

Pulling the fine covers up and over her she wiggles into the mound of pillows to get comfortable, her right arm reaching to my side of the bed in search of me.

"Aemond?" She breathes in question, still not entirely conscious as I slide beneath the sheets beside her, snaking an arm around her naked body to pull her snug against my chest, "I'm here," I whisper, reassuring her even in her sleep.

The floral scents from the bath wash over me and I relish in her sweet smell, nuzzling my nose into her damp hair, "I'll always be here."

***

A week had passed and Elaena was a ghost, physically here with me but mentally checked out, somewhere else entirely.

Baela had taken Rhaena to Driftmark to pick up the remainder of her belongings to live full-time at Dragonstone and without the girl's help, Lucerys and I were doing our best to keep her spirits up.

Thankfully the sun sat high in the sky today, giving my song the sunshine she so desperately needed and this afternoon we took to the libraries, scavenging through books for any mention of our bleeding star.

Sitting on the windowsill, I clamp another book shut adding it to the pile of 'bad luck' we'd designated in the middle of the table.

"Perhaps we've exhausted this section, my love. Where was it that you found the song in the first place?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and I lean against the table next to where she's sitting with Lucerys.

"There was a section about Old Valyria folklore and songs but I can't find them anywhere. It's almost like they never existed," Elaena huffs, leaning forward to rest her forehead on the third book she's combed through this afternoon.

"I'm beginning to think I've gone mad imagining it in the first place," Luke adds running both hands through his dark brown curls.

"About that, Lord Strong... your sister and I have been meaning to talk to you-"

Elaena doesn't miss a beat smacking me on the arm but not with nearly as much force as she usually does and even Luke's laugh is cut short, both of our smiles falling when she hardly reacts.

"We should be at these small council meetings, Aemond, planning our next attack. I have no reason to be mourning more so than Lord Corlys himself." She sulks, avoiding my gaze as she stares out the window instead, "I'm pregnant, not incapable. My mother of all people should realize that."

Both Lucerys and I share a look behind her and a deep frown sets in my mouth.

"Your mother has almost lost both you and Lucerys, and now she's lost her Aunt. She only-"

"Wishes to protect me. I'm aware, husband. It's not as if I'll-"

"Fly away on your dragon and find your revenge yourself? No of course you'd never do such a thing, my love."

A smirk tugs at my lips but I fight it, that is until Elaena crosses her own arms over her chest and blows out an exasperated breath, accepting defeat.

Luke chuckles, "He has a point."

"Hmph," my love turns in her chair narrowing her eyes at her little brother in annoyance, "I'm beginning to see the flaws in this alliance you two have formed,"

Luke bursts into a fit of laughter and I stifle my chuckle, stepping forward to press a kiss to my pouting wife's forehead.

Distraction deemed successful, I'd say.

But our bubble of positivity doesn't last long, with footsteps rounding the corner Jacaerys' serious expression deflates the mood before he says a word.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Elaena asks, cradling her swollen belly as she stood to greet him but Jace shakes his head to calm her, almost confused by her reaction.

"Nothing, El, calm down, would you? Baela and Rhaena have arrived home. They have a surprise for you." Jace smiles, regarding his sister softer than I've seen before.

Elaena instantly turns her head, her warm smile finally gracing us and it's as if I've been holding my breath since the last time I've seen it.

There she is.

Mirroring her joyful smile she hesitates a moment but I nod, urging her on, "Go on then."

Luke drops his book to the table not wasting another moment eager to see his betrothed and Elaena tilts her head to the side as she has a thought and then reaches out to grab my hand, interlocking our fingers.

"Come with us, the servants can put the books away just this once Aemond." She asks so sweetly I almost forget we're not alone, staring at her selfishly for a long moment as she waits for my reply.

"Of course, Princess. If that's what you wish," smoothing her hair back I press a chaste kiss to her forehead and follow them to Baela's rooms, Elaena's fingers interlocked with mine.

Baela and Rhaena's chambers sat on the opposite end of the castle overlooking the town and its shipping ports. One would say it was the perfect place for them, being the first to know when the Velaryon ships appear on the horizon.

I keep to myself as they greet one another having grown accustomed to being the odd one out but when Baela and I meet eyes she offers me a sympathetic expression.

"Well? Jacaerys says you've brought us gifts," Lucerys grins, inching toward the locked chests by the open balcony doors but Rhaena swats at his hand tugging him away.

"I'm afraid you won't have much use for these gifts, darling." Rhaena giggles, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and the little lord's cheeks flush at the small sign of affection.

Baela kneels by the chest, flipping open the locks to reveal the assortment of fine fabrics folded neatly in stacks, "Grandmother had an assortment of dresses as you know. Some even date back to when she was a young girl."

Elaena's grip on my hand tightens before she reluctantly let's go, taking a step toward her sisters.

"There were some in particular that Baela's insisted were more your style." Rhaena takes my song by the arm, guiding her closer, "This lot is for you, sister."

Elaena goes to object but Baela stands, clamping a hand over her mouth with a mischievous grin much like their fathers.

"We'll share if it means all that much to you, but there's one we must show you,"

Baela and Rhaena look at one another, their eyes glistening with excitement, as they both bring up the dress to the sunlight, Elaena and I both gasp.

It's almost a replica to that of the dress she'd worn the night of her betrothal dinner, but it was... elevated. With touches of silver chains around the waist, the shoulders would be bare much like what my Aunt Laena would've worn in her youth.

My heart flutters when Elaena turns to see my reaction with unshed tears lingering in the corners of her eyes, "Aemond, it's..."

"I know, my love. I'd have to agree with them, it's exactly something you'd wear." I narrow my eyes at her, the mental image of the thin cloth draped over her body bringing a sweat to my brow.

Elaena notices the shift in my demeanor, a light blush coming to her cheeks as I watched her while making a mental list of the ways I'd ravage her tonight once I got her alone.

"You were just as much her granddaughter as we were, Elaena. And this isn't everything, we've got more... would you like to try some on with us?" Rhaena suggests, piling the dresses onto the bed with Luke and Jacaerys' help.

She looks at me as if to ask for permission and I close the distance between us to push back her stray hairs, admiring the beautiful smile I'd missed so dearly.

"Take all the time you need, hm? I won't be far," I assure her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"You're sure?" She asks, well aware of my protectiveness but I tug the back of Luke's collar, pulling him to the door with a smug grin.

"I'm sure, my love. Your brother's been neglecting his sword lessons since we've been home. Jace? Care to join us?"

Jacaerys isn't quick to accept my invitation but once he glances back over his shoulder at the giggling girls he changes his mind instantly, following us out the door.

I turn to say goodbye but my beloved is already holding up another dress to the sun, fawning over its jewels with her sisters, a captivating glimpse of her happiness prior to this loss she'd suffered... and I would do anything to keep it this way, to keep her happy.

Leading the brothers down the stairs they both exchange a glance behind me, thinking me blind.

"This isn't the way to the courtyard, Aemond-"

"We're not going to the courtyard Lord Strong." I sigh, already growing annoyed with the pair of them. "We're going to the cells."

"And what exactly for?" Jace persists but Luke answers for me, his voice gruff as he prepares himself for the inevitable.

"He's finally going to kill Ser Arryk."

***

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𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷
The black cells of Dragonstone weren't a place I frequented, in fact, I avoided it at all costs.

When Aemond takes a sharp turn down the staircase my suspicions are confirmed the deeper we go.

We'd all felt the loss of our grandmother but the girls had taken it particularly hard. When Baela and Rhaena left for Driftmark, Aemond had worked day and night to bring a smile back to my sister's face.

"Why exactly have we waited this long to dispose of Ser Arryk?" Jace asks, ever the self-righteous brother between the two of us.

"He hasn't told us anything useful yet," Aemond leads us down a dark hallway and the overwhelming smell of death lingered in the air.

The smell knocks us both speechless but it doesn't seem to affect our Uncle who'd already spent hours in these cells prior.

Aemond reaches into his pocket to reveal the cell key but pauses a few doors from the end of the hall to turn and lock eyes with us.

Taking a deep breath my Uncle looks between the both of us, but his gaze falls to Jacaerys as he doesn't need to explain himself to me, not anymore.

"Your sister has made me a merciful man but as forces of my own blood seek to tear our family apart I must do what's necessary. We must do what's necessary." Aemond's rough tone with us was far different than the soft-spoken voice he used with Elaena but nevertheless, this was his way of being vulnerable even if every second of it pained him.

Even if the loss of our grandmother hadn't affected him as it had Elaena, he would do everything within his power to save her that pain again.

"Understood." Jacaerys agrees and it seems at least for now my brother and uncle had a common cause to fight for.

Aemond's taken aback by Jace's enthusiasm but he clears his throat, nodding before turning the key in the lock and opening the door.

Ser Arryk's lifeless body was hunched over in a brittle chair with his hands shackled behind his back, and by the looks of it, he was hanging on by a thread. He's battered and bruised but he was alive, more than he deserved. He doesn't even acknowledge our entrance, and it doesn't play out well for him.

Grabbing a fistful of his long brown hair, Aemond rips Ser Arryks head back almost sending the chair backward onto the floor but my uncle catches it, holding him up on the back two legs.

Once Ser Arryk realizes who it is that's paid him a visit his dead eyes go wide with fear and I notice the deep cut across his face, exactly like mine.

It wasn't only revenge for my sister he wanted, he would seek justice for all of us.

Aemond clears his throat and the darkening of his eye reminds me of the night we'd almost been captured by Daeron. "Ser Arryk, I'd have to say I'm disappointed. I thought we had come to a bit of a... understanding."

Arryk's malnourished chest rises and falls hysterically in panic, but he doesn't reply, bracing himself for what comes next.

Pulling his hand away, Aemond lets the chair fall back, crashing the back of Arryk's head against the dirt floor and the man barks out in pain.

"You spoke nothing of scorpions and my brother's involvement in Rooks Rest. The information you gave me was useless!" Aemond's raw rage is expressed in his hits, returning his foot to land a blow to Arryk's rib cage.

The traitor sputters for air, the dirt from the ground clinging to his sweaty face as he spits for a bit of relief but it's short-lived.

Aemond kicks more dirt into his face practically blinding him and I cringe, even if he might've deserved it.

Jace notes my discomfort turning his head slightly with an uncharacteristically cold expression to look at me. "He tried to kidnap her, Luke. He would've killed her had that been the order." He whispers as Aemond turned, crouching to listen to Arryk's response.

"I-I didn't know, I was only a knight, my prince. I did as I was told and that was all. I told you all I knew-"

"Yes you were a knight weren't you, hm? But that ended the moment you killed your brother in cold blood did it not?" My uncle chuckles darkly, toying with him and he seems to be enjoying it thoroughly.

"And what is it you expect your Queen would ask of you if the Blacks won this war?" He spits back and it throws Aemond for a moment, his hold on Arryk slackening.

"Aegon has committed treason. He's killed one of us and he's threatened the rest with each breath he takes." Jace ponders over the board of weapons and torturing tools, picking out a dagger much like Aemond's own and flipping it in hand for him to grip the handle.

Admiring the choice of weapon Aemond twirls its weight between his fingers, a sly grin returning to his face as he nods to my brother in thanks.

"And you've taken every son he's ever had. Innocent blood on your hands runs darker and purer than his." The moment he mentions the death of Aemond's other nephews his grin falters and though he's hidden it well I know it must've been eating at him.

"The only blood on my hands will be yours and any other man who threatens what I hold most dear. So, let's start shall we?" Aemond cocks his head to the side, pushing it all deep down as he plans his next move, and without even flinching he drives the dagger into Arryk's foot, lodging it to the leg of the chair.

The prisoner screams unable to move and he grits his teeth, his resolve just as strong as before until Jace steps in, holding his own dagger.

Just as Aemond, my brother jams the knife between Arryk's other foot, his screams multiply tenfold as he comes to the realization that he would likely never walk again if he were to ever leave this cell alive.

From the corner of my eye, I notice Aemond watching for my reaction so this time I don't flinch, my expression passive.

He would've killed Elaena had he been given the order.

"You'll answer my Uncle," Jace tells him, helping Aemond with heaving him up in the chair, blood seeping from the tops of his feet as they ignore his screams of agony.

"I've told him all I know! I'm but only a knight, my prince, please!" He begs.

Aemond uses two fingers to massage the bridge of his nose, growing impatient. His lip curls back and he raises his authoritative voice, demanding the silence of our prisoner, "YOU'RE LYING! You're the most trusted of their knights now that Cole plays Hand to my brother."

Aemond waits for a response but never gets one, grunting and returning to the weapons rack, where he waves his hand over all the different-sized blades, ropes, saws and more for gods knew what.

Tilting his chin to the side my uncle notes me watching him then nods, motioning me over.

"If you're uncomfortable, go, I should've asked you-"

Shaking my head I grab a knife of my own but Aemond is still stunned by my reply, standing up a bit straighter as Ser Arryk continues.

"Your older brother is cunning and he-, he hates the princess. He's named her..." He trails off looking around at the three of us unwilling to say out loud what Aegon's branded my sister.

"Well, then?" Jace urges him on.

"Dragonstone's nādrēsy līve" Ser Arryk isn't quite sure what it means, fumbling over the language but he knows it's terrible by the look on our faces. Aegon would see to it that not only my mother's reputation was set ablaze but my sisters as well.

"Dragonstone's bastard whore is it?" Aemond twirls his knife in his hand before clasping them both behind his back, teetering back and forth on his feet, silently fuming, with his eyebrows furrowed in, daring Ser Arryk to confirm what he'd just called Elaena.

Refusing to verbalize it Ser Arryk nods and a growl-like sound comes from my Uncles chest whose face twitches up in anger but he's not the only one who's enraged.

"He's told your grandfather he'll never stop coming after her. Aegon doesn't want peace he wants revenge," Ser Arryk holds his breath but has realized the more he speaks the more distracted they are from causing pain, at least for now.

"He meant to torture her... have our babe killed didn't he?" Aemond barks but when he gets no response he repeats himself, but this time louder with more force making both Jace and I flinch.

"DIDN'T HE?!"

See Arryk closes his eyes in shame as he nods, but just moments ago he didn't seem at all remorseful.

"I beg of you, my prince. Kill me and let my soul rest. I've told you all I know." He hangs his head, avoiding the eyes of all of us until our gazes meet for a split second and I know he's lying.

Aemond takes a deep breath looking between the both of us and Jacaerys nods from behind Ser Arryk, agreeing silently to end his life but I step forward before my uncle takes the final blow.

"Ziry pirtra" I tell them and judging solely by the frozen expression on Ser Arryk's face my theory is all but confirmed.

*He lies.

My brother and uncle share a look in confirmation before both leaning down to withdraw their knives from the top of his feet and in unison drives them down into the tops of his hands.

"AHH! PLEASE!" He cries but this was all his own doing. Ser Arryk had chosen the wrong side and the wrong enemy when he'd attempted to take Elaena.

"YOU'LL TELL US THE WHOLE OF IT!" Jace commands as Aemond withdraws his sword, the singing of its steel a warning within itself as he brought the tip to rest on Ser Arryk's chest.

The once-appointed knight takes a look at the sharp blade, watching the pools of blood trail down his dirtied skin and his lips tremble, the words on the tip of his tongue but he changes his mind in an instant to plead once more, "M-my hands, my p-prince, please!"

"Hmph. Of course, let me help with that." In one swift movement, Aemond gracefully swings his sword and cuts every finger off of Arryk's right hand at the knuckle sending blood through the air and his screams of horror reflect the sight.

My uncle seems unfazed, almost entertained with a cocky grin while Jace and I both fight the nausea, overwhelmed by the screams and blood.

"HE WANTS TO TAKE DRAGONSTONE!" Ser Arrk finally admits and the cell goes quiet with the exception of his ragged breathing. "H-he knows you outnumber them with dragons. Aegon's insisted they must surprise you within," He sputters.

Ser Arryk has finally given up, all light and life gone from his body as if he's accepted the very pain he's been trying to escape but he's the least of our worries.

If it was true... Aegon and Daeron could descend down upon us at any moment. They could very well destroy the place we called home as we slept inside and all hope for our cause would be gone, our family buried beneath rubble and ash.

And what was stopping them?

"It's all I know, my prince, I swear this." He breathes, leaning back his head against the chair for a bit of relief but it's short-lived as Aemond raises his sword again but this time to strike his final blow.

"Erryk may have died the weaker man, but it's his Queen who will live to tell the tale of his loyalty. And you? You'll be remembered as the traitor brother, just as Aegon when I take his head as well as yours." Aemond's voice is cold and calculated, and as Arryk opens his mouth to reply Aemond swings his sword expertly, taking the knight's head clean off his shoulders.

Though I see it coming I still gasp, turning away in shock as his decapitated head falls to the floor, rolling at our feet.

Jace and I can't look away, watching the blood seep into the dirt but Aemond wipes his blade of the blood, his stare distant as he sheaths his sword at his waist.

For a few moments that felt like a lifetime, we stood in silence, my gut churning with the inevitable of war.

I'd escaped death once, but my brothers? My sister? There we so many we needed to protect but now even our home was a place of terror and unease.

Opening my mouth to speak my voice cracks but I force it out, "Uncle... we must tell-"

"I'll speak with my sister. Find Baela and Rhaena, tell them. No one's to go anywhere without a company of guards. Is that understood?" My Uncle commands, his violet eye burning with anger or fear, but I decide it's both.

Jace and I nod at his demand, both eager to leave the cell as we follow him out, shutting the door behind us with what remained of the last Cargyll.

***

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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷
The day had been long but worth it in all the best ways. Aemond had been wonderfully attentive in my mourning even roping in my brothers and sisters in ways to distract me, bringing me back to something of my usual self by the time I'd retired to my chambers.

Baela, Rhaena, and I had spent all evening trying on different dresses and jewelry, giggling like the small girls we once were before the war and death tainted our lives.

I'd been expecting Aemond to be waiting for me in our chambers but whatever trouble he and my brothers had gotten into, had kept him until late in the night.

It wasn't until I'd tossed and turned for hours that I hear the soft click of the door handle followed by his light footsteps entering the room.

My eyes flutter open struggling to find him in the darkness of our rooms.

Moving ever slowly Aemond leans both of his palms on the table rolling his shoulders to relieve a bit of tension before he cracks his knuckles.

He takes a deep breath, still not realizing I'm wide awake and watching him as he goes to unclasp his tunic followed by taking off his rings one by one letting them fall to the wood table.

Finally, as if feeling the heat of my stare he turns to meet my eyes, the tension falling from his broad shoulders.

"Elaena," he breathes and my heart stops when he catches me, hardly moving until he prowls toward me, tossing his tunic over the chair.

The bed dips under his weight and now that he's closer I can see his dirtied face, his darkening lavender eye giving me a peek into just how exhausted he is.

"You should be asleep, love. Did I wake you?" His voice is rough, and I wonder if he'd been yelling at my brothers all evening while they sparred.

Shaking my head I sit up to meet him, "I couldn't sleep... have you been with my brothers all this time?" I ask, reaching to rub away the smudge of dirt above his brow.

Aemond's thin-lipped expression sinks even further but he nods, resting his heavy head in my palm.

"I just got through speaking with your mother."

"My mother?" I ask, running my fingers through his braid to loosen the waves. He hums in reply but avoids my eyes with what he says next.

"I took your brothers to the cells with me. We saw to Ser Arryk... I cut off his fingers and made him bleed until he screamed for death. And he finally cracked." His voice is hollow and I wonder if it was the means or the end weighing him down so heavily.

Waiting patiently for him to go on I take his hand in mine. Finally, he lifts his chin to meet my eyes, his uncomfortable expression unsettling me.

"I killed him, Elaena... and he used his last words to utter my brother's message for us, a threat."

Aemond had killed before but they'd been nameless men, a swing of the sword to protect who he loved but this was different.

It wasn't often I saw fear in my husband's eye. Aemond had always been fearless, my fierce protector.

"What kind of threat, Aemond?" I ask softly, my voice barely a whisper.

Taking a deep breath he smooths my wild hair away from my face reluctant to tell me but we'd sworn long ago to complete transparency.

"He'll never stop until he's taken everything from us... Aegon has been pressing for an attack on Dragonstone." Aemond's voice sends chills up my spine and my hand goes to his over my growing belly.

My heart climbs to my throat and before I speak I take a gulp to catch my breath.

"I suppose we knew that... but we outnumber them it would be a ridiculous plan-" I start, but he shakes his head, far from finished. Standing from the bed to look out the window, his back is to me once more.

"No, I suppose he'll wait until we least expect it. Years from now maybe when we lie in our beds, and our children sleep soundly down the hall." He struggles to force the words out whether it be rage or the tears he refuses to spill in front of me.

All at once the fear rushes in, a mother's fear of the endless possibilities in which we couldn't protect our children, our family.

Every goblet that passed their lips would be chanced to poison, every dark night a monster under their beds but it wouldn't be just a nightmare, it would be their own Uncle, come to take them from their mother and father in the night, all for the sins of their forebears.

Closing the distance between us the cold air caresses my skin beneath my thin shift but once my body comes flush to Aemond's back his warmth seeps through me and he turns to hold me against his chest, his grip tight and unrelenting.

"Then he's given us no choice," I mumble, pressing my lips to the opening of his undershirt, just in the middle of his chest.

Aemond sucks in a sharp breath at the touch of my cold lips against his burning skin, his rough hands going to my waist to tug me closer, "No choice?" He asks me, his voice already coated in curiosity before I reply.

One by one I work on the buttons of his thin undershirt, the rise and fall of his chest quickening the closer I got to his waist. Pushing his shirt from his shoulders he lets it fall to the floor, entranced by my every movement and I'd sorely missed the power that came with the desire he held in his heart for me.

For a month or more my pregnancy had made me not only uncomfortable with my own body but uncomfortable with Aemond seeing just how much I'd changed. I was no longer the innocent untouched girl he'd first fallen in love with all those months ago.

Leaning in to press another tender kiss to his bare chest I utter my response, my words sounding lighter than the true weight they held, "We have no choice but to kill him."

My lips brush against his chest with each word and whether he shudders at my cold statement or my cold lips I can't be sure.

"Hmm," is all he can manage, both of our minds wandering as my hands traveled south to unbutton his trousers.

Painfully slow I move my hand beneath the hem, cupping Aemond's growing erection and a sharp hiss passes his lips in the form of my name, "Elaena,"