Midnight Blades [Aemond Targaryen x female!reader]

Part 4

The room fell silent as your foot crossed the threshold. Knives and forks clattered against plates as they were dropped unceremoniously in shock and you hoped King Aegon would choke on the piece of lamb that he ground between his teeth.

The Queen Dowager was the first to replace shock with the mask of mild displeasure and she rose from the table, running her hands over her skirts to ground herself before she addressed her youngest son with an outright lie. "What a pleasant surprise, Aemond."

It gave you a sick satisfaction as you could practically see the muscles of her face ticking with the strain to keep a smile on her face.

"My husband said you loved surprises, between this and taking out one of the Black's and his dragon so recently you must be feeling absolutely spoiled." Aemond's grip tightened on your arm but your sweet smile only grew. "He is so thoughtful, is he not?"

"Yes," Alicent choked forcefully, "very thoughtful. Please, join us."

Aemond pushed your seat in until you were pinned to the table and dropped into the seat beside you, making sure to keep you on his right so that he could keep his eye on you. "Don't even try to take the knife, my sweet."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling, I will be on my best behaviour." You waved a hand to the servant with the wine and she darted forth, pouring the blood red potation into your waiting chalice. "You are right, this will be fun."

Your plate was piled with food from every dish but you barely touched it, opting to imbibe in the wine until it no longer tasted bitter and the pains in your body ebbed away.

"A white worm has two legs."

You spun to face the Queen, the room listing as you gripped the edge of the table. "What did you say?"

"Forget Helaena." Aemond placed his hand on your knee beneath the table and drew your attention back to him. "She has always spoken nonsense, since she was a child."

Warmth tingled in your stomach as Aemond pulled your skirts up over your knees and you placed your hand over his, dragging it up your thigh while the rest of the room conversed, ignoring the blabberings of their Queen. Aemond held his conversation with his brother seamlessly, even when his fingers reached the juncture of your thighs and pried them open.

"Good riddance to him, he was a spoiled little cunt," Aegon sneered, his knuckles turning white around his chalice. You gasped as Aemond shoved two fingers deep into your pussy and Aegon turned his attention to you at the sound. "Too coarse for your fragile ears, princess? Did you have a fondness for the bastard boy or are you upset at your husband's bloodthirst?"

You quickly gathered they had been talking about Lucerys and tried to clench your legs together so you could concentrate but Aemond had other ideas.

"Not at all, your grace," you said with an unsteady voice as Aemond used his slick fingers to glide over your clit. "Death is inevitable in this volatile state, and as for the young boy - I never met him so I cannot say if I would have been fond of him but...I do know a little cunt when I see one."

You bit your tongue as Aemond pinched your clit at the comment but your eyes remained fixated on the King until the Queen Dowager slammed her palms down on the table.

"I understand where you come from, such language can be expected of savag-" Alicent cut herself off before she could finish the word but you heard it clearly, "people, but here it is unladylike to speak such filth."

"Apologies," you said with a small bow of your head so she didn't see the smirk on your lips. "It has been an eventful day, I think I shall retire to my chambers. Husband?"