Midnight Blades [Aemond Targaryen x female!reader]

Part 9

It was Ser Criston that broke the brothers apart and diffused the situation as Alicent reassured the other guards that had arrived to investigate the raucous that it was merely another sibling quarrel. Aegon sulked as he pulled himself to his feet, pushing away the armoured arms that offered to support him, and ordered them all to fuck off.

You expected the hunger in his eyes to dissipate after the promise his brother made but it only heated as he licked his lips and held your stare with a smirk.

"Your wife, Helaena, is waiting in the dining hall," Alicent reminded her eldest son as she gently rubbed his shoulder and nudged him out of your room. Whatever discouragement Aemond hoped his threat would have failed as you saw the dark plans his brother had, he wanted what he couldn't have and now it was a game, a hunt.

The door slammed shut by Aemond's hand and he tore the leather eye patch from his head before raking his fingers through his silver hair. "Put the knife down, princess."

Dark circles surrounded his eyes and the usual colour of his lips and cheeks were faded, he looked ill. You wanted to ask of his health and your lips even parted but you couldn't bring yourself to voice your concern, he did not deserve it.

The air was heavy with tension as he stood half a world away, waiting for your weapon to be sheathed. You missed the fighting but it was another victim to your pregnancy, he would not risk the possibility of hurting the child growing within. With a huff, you hurled the dagger at the door behind him and turned away before the thud of the blade biting into the wood sounded.

"Good girl," was all he murmured before making to follow you, until you pinned him with a glare over your shoulder at the sound of his first foot fall.

His hand reached into the small pouch hanging beside his sword and he pulled a silver chain from within. "A gift," he offered as he opened his hand, "for you."

"I don't want your fucking gifts, I want my freedom." You looked at the necklace and pursed your lips at the sight of the sapphire that had broken from Midnight, now bound in a new metal. "Pretty jewellery will not heal this."

"Your freedom is why we are here now, you used it to procure that tea. There will be no more wandering to the marketplace for you, princess," he said with a shake of his head, tossing the necklace to the table. "Who knows what other tinctures you might find."

He looked at your abdomen, his head tilting as if he could concentrate hard enough to see the babe, but there were no outward signs as of yet.

Your palm lay protectively over your stomach and your lip curled back at his implied tone. "You think I would poison her?"

"It is quite obvious you did not want her, it is not unreasonable to believe you capable of amending that."

"Fuck you, Aemond!" You crossed the space in a blind rage, your hand snaking out to connect with his face but he caught your wrist before it could connect, a bruising grip that enraged you further. "You may have no quarrel murdering innocent children but I will have no part of it. I may not have wanted a child so soon but she is mine to protect."

The tight grip on your wrist loosened and he lowered your arm to your side before placing his own palm low on your stomach. His voice was tender, despite the wild look still lingering in his eye, "She is ours. īlva byka zaldrīzes." [High Valyrian: Our little dragon.]

His thumb rubbed small circles and you felt it as if there was no material between you, an ache throbbing between your legs. His eye closed with a quiet sigh as you stepped away from his touch and whatever sweet moment occurred, it passed.

"I know your body, princess, I can feel your need, a mirror to my own."

You turned away, heading towards the nook you had spent most of your time watching the city from. "I need nothing from you, save for my freedom."