DARKSIDE // Aemond Targaryen

SIX

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING – non-consensual sex

The following day I awoke to the sun beaming in through my curtains, hitting me directly on my face. I groan in pain, rubbing my sore eyes; my entire body aches–I can barely move. Last night felt like a dream. All the things that had happened came rushing back to me; I had hardly slept at all. My mind goes back to Aemond, and how he had kissed my forehead, it was so gentle, the opposite of who he had become.

I carefully walk towards my balcony, my feet lightly tapping against the cold floor. I pull back the curtains, wincing at the harsh sunlight. The air is slightly chilly this morning, but the sun will soon warm the day. Another perfect day in Kings Landing. But not for me. I knew that dinner tonight was going to be awkward.

A knock echos my chambers, fuck. I quickly ran to my bed and threw the blankets covering the tiny blood stain on my bed. Nobody must know. "Enter," I say, standing straight and fixing my hair.

I expected a servant to enter the room, but it was Aemond. "Visenya I–" he cuts his sentence off once he sees I am only wearing my nightgown. He quickly fumbles with the door and turns away–I also turn away, flustered by his presence.

"I am so sorry princess," he mumbles, hands pressed tightly behind his back.

"Uh-no, it's okay, I must have woken up late," I reply, quickly finding my robe draped across my chair and putting it on. "You can turn back around now."

Aemond turns back around to face me, eye slowly looking me up and down. I quickly avert my eyes and pull the robe closer to my body; I feel so exposed under his harsh gaze. I can't believe he has this effect on me.

He clears his throat, quickly making eye contact with me. "Uh, the Queen had requested you join us all for breakfast," he said, casting his eyes all over my body.

"May I ask why?" I say, going over to my table and picking up my betrothal necklace.

"We are to be one family soon–" he takes a step closer as I struggle with the necklace, "–did you want some help?"

"Uh, please, if you don't mind," I said, pulling my hair out of the way.

He takes a couple of strides towards me, finally standing behind me. He takes the necklace from my hands and places the cold jewellery gently across my collarbones. His warm fingers send shivers down my cold skin. Once it's clasped, he puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to face him.

I look up at him, his hands still holding my shoulders. His eye cast down to the necklace and then slowly back up to my eyes, pausing slightly on my lips–I feel so small compared to him now.

Suddenly, his hands leave my shoulders and tightly grab my arm, pulling my sleeves down. "What happened?" He asks sharply.

I look at my wrists, which now have slight bruising around them. Fuck. I pull my arms away sharply and step back, "I fell."

"Hmm," he hums, walking passed me and out the door.

I look down at my wrists again; the bruising is slightly purple and yellow around the edges—stupid Aegon. Tears sting in my eyes, and I furiously wipe them away–I will not be crying again. Even though the day will be hot, I must wear long sleeves to hide them.

I quickly dress in a simple blue dress I own; it's one of the only ones with long sleeves. Once dressed, I promptly stripe my bed sheets and hide them under the bed, and I can't have anyone finding these until Aemond's sixteenth name day.

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I don't know why my mother had requested I bring Visenya to the morning meal. She said it was to create stronger ties within our family and marriage. I would disagree. I didn't want to have to sit next to Visenya at dinner, and now we were to sit together in the mornings as well, disgusting.