DARKSIDE // Aemond Targaryen

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MATURE CONTENT WARNING – consensual sex

Tension ran high the next day, and every time I passed by a reflective surface, I couldn't help but stare at myself until my face morphed into Ser Criston's. "You need to stop doing that, Visenya," Aemond said, wrapping his arms around me.

I stared at his face through the bathing chamber mirror and sighed heavily. "I know," I grumble, "but everytime I look at myself I see his face."

Aemond spins me around to face him, placing one hand on my cheek and the other on my waist. My face warms at his touch, and I feel the nervous feeling in my stomach return–ever since we returned from Dragonstone, this feeling refuses to leave every time Aemond touches me. My body feels on fire, my hands begin to sweat, and I find myself daydreaming of his bare body, but Aemond would not touch me; he almost refuses to.

We have been close; his hand would creep its way up my nightgown while we slept, or his hand would sit lower on my back than intentioned, but every time I move, he pulls away. I know he is only trying to be respectful of my damaged body, but it's to the point where I might just beg him to touch me.

"You look nothing like him, my love," Aemond kisses my forehead, and his lips linger there for a second longer than expected, "you are beautiful."

His warm breath against my skin sends a shudder through my body–he's doing it again. I gently cup Aemond's face and pull his lips down to meet mine, kissing him passionately. At first, my husband is caught off guard by my bold actions and doesn't know how to react, but soon his hands grip my waist tightly, and he pulls me flush against his body. I can see my flashbacks to Aegon begin to crowd my mind, but I use all my strength to force them back–my only focus is Aemond.

We pull away from each other, breathless and eyes still shut tightly. "I did not expect that from you," Aemond whispers, his voice low it almost groans.

My hands grip the collar of his shirt tightly, and I open my eyes to meet his, his blue eye now darkened. "When do you think we will ever consummate our marriage?" I rush the words out of my mouth, barely above a whisper.

Aemond blinks at me in shock, and his mouth falls agape. We stand there, unmoving, for a long time before Aemond speaks, "when you feel it is time. I will not force you into it."

"But I am ready, Aemond," I said heatedly, "I hear the whispers about the Keep walls about how I am not with child yet. I feel as if I'm being driven to insanity."

Aemond takes a step back and looks upon me with astonishment. I feel myself shrink back under his piercing gaze. "So you wish for me to fuck you only for the sake of a child? Based on some senseless rumours?" His tone is one of pain and betrayal.

I shake my head and run my hands through my hair, the stress is overwhelming, and I feel as if I am sinking beneath the waves. "No, it's not like that," I almost cry, "I want you, and only you. For all that you are, all that you could be. I want us to truly be one body, one soul, forever until the I take my final breath and I am nothing but ash," my hands take Aemond's. I place one of his hands above my breasts to rest above my heart.

Aemond's eye casts to my hand above his, and I breathe heavily, waiting for his reply. I feel time slow to almost stop, and the world goes blurry behind him; my body is burning. Aemond gently removes his hand from my chest, and my arms fall limply at my sides as he steps back, almost out of the bathing room.

I am deflated, and my body is tired from all the energy I have just spent. My mind has grown weaker the longer I stay in King's Landing, and my body is starting to catch up. Tears form in my eyes as I watch Aemond turn his back on me, showing off his tense shoulders, and I take small steps forward until I am behind him.