DARKSIDE // Aemond Targaryen

FIFTEEN

MATURE CONTENT WARNING – consensual sex

The couple repeated this process every night for a week. When the family finished dinner, the two would run back to their chambers, and Aemond would pleasure Visenya until she couldn't move. It was the same routine every night–sometimes morning–and Aemond never once thought about himself; he wanted only to make her feel good. This morning, the pair lay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing a moment before their day began.

"Aemond," Visenya mumbles from beside him.

"Yes dear?" Aemond hummed, running his finger along her bare arm.

"I think I'm ready," she said, looking up to meet Aemond's gaze.

Aemond stared at his wife, shocked by the words that left her mouth–she was ready. Visenya had been thinking about it for the past few days, and although she was scared, she knew Aemond would ensure she was safe. She stared up at her husband one blue eye, waiting for his reaction and to see if he would deny her.

"Tonight," he said, kissing her forehead, "we will go slow."

Satisfied, Visenya rolled out of bed and began preparing for the long day ahead. With Aemond's help, she dressed in her simplest blue dress, complimenting it with her sapphire betrothal necklace. She refused not to wear it.

Aemond pondered over Visenya's words, 'I think I'm ready'. He was scared. He was afraid he would hurt her or she would refuse him when the time came, and maybe he might upset her, and this would set back their relationship tremendously. He could barely focus on the books in front of him and the words blurred together, creating a jumble of nothing. Aemond let out a frustrated groan and banged his head on the table.

Visenya looked up from the history book she was reading and saw Aemond with his head lying on the table. "My love," Visenya asked, putting the book down, "what's wrong?"

Aemond looked up from the table's wood to Visenya and admired her beauty for a moment. Her long white hair was tied back in a simple braid, the deep blue dress skirt was bunched up around her as she sat on a single couch, the flames from the candles danced in her blue eyes and reflected the sapphire–Visenya looked like one of the fourteen.

"I'm worried," Aemond replied, resting his head in his hands, "I don't want to hurt you."

Visenya looked on at Aemond's worried expression; even though he only had one good eye–thanks to her–she could still read his emotions perfectly. His brow furrowed, his perfect pink lips pouted, and his blue eye looked at her with concern. Aemond may be worried, but Visenya's breath was still taken away by how beautiful he was. The shadows from the candle made his face look sharped, his white hair cascading over his shoulders, and his muscles strained against the fabric of his clothes.

Visenya stood from her place on the couch and walked over to Aemond; she placed her chin on his head and wrapped her arms around him. "You do not need to worry, my love," Visenya mumbled into his hair which smelled of the earth and sea.

Aemond leans back into Visenya's touch, looking up at her and holding her arms tightly like a small boy would. "And what if I hurt you?" Aemond whispered.

Visenya's lips curl into a small smile, "you could never hurt me."

Visenya kissed Aemond's forehead gently, and he closed his eye, letting her comforting aura envelop him. She smelt of lavender and fire, her body was warm, and her touch sent heat radiating throughout his body that made Aemond relax immediately. Visenya felt like home to him, a real home where he could be his genuine self, and he hoped she felt the same way.

Visenya leant forward and rested her head on Aemond's, closing her eyes. She left the rise and fall of his breathing, his finger's stroking her arm to calm her. Visenya had never felt so at peace than when she was with Aemond. The way he held her reminded her of home and made her feel safe yet again–when she was with Aemond, she was safe and at peace.