A Valyrian Heart

Chapter Four

Aemond is big enough to choke her, but she loves it like that. The way he fills her mouth is mind-blowing, his salty taste against her tongue is exquisite. She loves everything about her prince.

Aemond's hand is placed firmly behind her head. He guides her slowly. It must take a lot of self-control to not shove her down on himself. He was a lot rougher in the past. That had all stopped however when Baela passed out once.

The memory still brought a smile to her face. Her prince fretted all over her, he had even brought a Maester to check on her. It was the very first time she realized that Aemond Targaryen had fears, he feared for her and he feared her father. Daemon wouldn't hesitate to behead him if he ever came across the news of their affair. However, that never stopped them.

Aemond groans, his fist clenching hard on his knee. His long grey hair hangs in the air behind him as he tips his head further back. Baela fastens her paste. Aemond's eyes are closed. She finds herself enjoying this. It's been a while since they've done this. She misses having him this close.

The Targaryen prince shudders, grunts, then groans as she feels his spasm. She breaths through her nose as her mouth becomes flooded with him, there's so much that it sends her into a coughing fit. She manages to control herself. Baela licks at the remains of him on her lips greedily.

" That was...good" He purred. Baela feels his hands tracing lines on her bare shoulder. He always got touchy when fully satisfied. He reminded her of Moondancer after being fed. " Shall I return the favor"

" No, it's fine" She rises to her feet avoiding his touch. Aemond sensed her sudden sour mood.

" Baela, What's the matter?"

" Nothing's the matter"

" I have known you long enough to sense that you are currently in a bad mood." She hears the shifting of fabric as Aemond straightens up his clothes. " What did I do now?"

" You want me to marry Aegon"

" I want you close"

" You want me to marry Aegon! I had expected that my father would gladly give me away if it proves beneficial to him, but you...you didn't even try"

" Try what?"

" Defend me"

Aemond's lips are curled into a derisive smile that looks like a permanent scar. Baela hates it when he gets like this. His defense mechanism. To anyone else, he would appear cruel, just like his words were always cruel.

" Is that all you are mad about cousin?" A bitter laugh escapes him " Or is it that you are disappointed you didn't get to marry my Bastard nephew? Does the thought of not being Queen irk you so much?"

His words silence her. Aemond is cruel, she has come to terms with this. But moments like this made her sober up, take the love from her eyes and she came to see his dark edges very clearly.

Aemond awaits her. Watching her like a predator would watch its prey. Only Baela knew that what Aemond was truly waiting for was a punch. He wanted her to touch him because then he would bruise and she would be too worried after to remain hurt. He knew what he was doing. She wouldn't give him that pleasure.

" You are cruel, Cousin"

Baela walks away, taking with her the last piece of her pride. Aemond doesn't chase after her, of course, he doesn't. He was like Daemon Targaryen After all. He would wait for her, he would expect her to come back running. She prayed to the sevens she wouldn't succumb to that.

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It is barely nighttime when she hears the shuffling sound outside her doors. She knows no other person would come looking for her. Her father had already sailed away to Dragonstone taking along with him the only person she had closest to her. Rhaena was in Dragonstone so Baela knew it wasn't her.