what is it about those we are bounded to , those familiar faces that have the power to lift our spirits quicker then any god could ever , the comforting words of a familiar voice, the sweet memories of shared experiences . how dose one measure the worth of such precious things. I could stay in dragon stone till the end of my days , flying with Jace , Luke and Amera in the skies, eating cake with rhaenyra and gossiping about the Hightower's and noble families, training with Daemon and riding horses in open fields.
Yet there was something missing , the lack of his presence haunted me like a vengeful spirit , I longed for his touch , his soft kisses and witty words, his sarcasm . I longed for our time in the garden reading to one another, though we wrote frequently to one another and I explained to him in deep details all of my adventures here it wasn't enough. Hearing his voice in my head as I read the letters weren't nearly as satisfying as hearing it with my ears.
Dear Husband
I fear you were right all along , I've tried to deny it but it seems, your proclamation has come to pass as if it were prophecy. I think of you husband and only you as the days pass, I think of your embrace, your scent , running my fingers and playing in your soft long hair, I think of the smirk that falls your lips , when your planning a bit of mischief , I fantasize of being beside you in the skies , both our great dragons beneath us , though happiness has found me my stay here in dragonstone , it seems there is an empty ness within me , a hole in which only you can fill. the letters aren't enough though I write to you this letter of confession of my defeat, you've bested me husband, though I know that this defeat will not go with out your gloating and constant reminder. till we meet again my mouse.
Your wife
Saelena Valeryon
That was the last letter I had written to him, it had been imprinted onto my brain , it isn't everyday that you admit your romantic defeat to your husband , I stared at the new letter that had just arrived , which no doubt contained a witty remark or two inside.
Dear wife
There is no shame in admitting defeat to ones betters , I knew this to be inevitable, a simple waiting game to be had and my patience has brought me much reward , I long for your embrace , the touch of your smooth soft skin, your shy smile , your holy voice , a voice that could bend the will of the strongest man , a voice that has bent my own, I lay in bed and think of when you'll return to be at my side, I think of our shared experiences together when the pain and longing of your absence takes me , then I chat to myself like a mad man convincing my self to bare it a bit longer for you will return for new memories to be made. We will ride our great dragons in the sky , in our world where nothing matters but the two us , an our love will grow , with the strength of an unyielding tree , I'm glad for your happiness and your visitation of family , may the time you spend with them bring you enough content to last the year , however I anticipate your return home to me my love , my wife , my black cat.
Your husband
Aemond Targaryen
I stared down at the letter my heart aching in my chest, I'd see him in a few days, I wondered if he'd look the same , if all the lines, marks , scars , blemishes , if everything I had remembered was still in intact, the urge to braid his hair was nauseating . His smile was etched into my mind like a carved marble art piece . This is what it's like to be in love then ? I have to say I dislike it very much , I feel like I'm going mad .
" your in love with him aren't you". Jace said stepping in
" no , I'm simply reading the letters he sent",I responded to Jace
YOU ARE READING
What he wrote - Aemond Targaryen ( under editing)
Fanfictionso I asked him how he became this man how did he learn to hold fruit in his hands and where is the lamb that gave you your name . Based off the show
