The Tragic End Of The Peacemaker ➪ Aemond Targaryen

𝕀𝕏: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕤

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉!
𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤= 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕤

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The princess sat in front of a vanity in her room. Cecelia was behind the princess brushing her long hair out. The longer time passed by the more anxious she grew. She isn't sure what to expect with Aemond. She knew of the acts men and women preformed, but the only thing she has come closed to doing with a man was kissing one and there was no telling what Aemond had in plan. It was something that ate at her. The kiss she had with Ser Herrick meant nothing, but she felt terrible for tugging him around to get back at her brother. He was her closest friend, and she knew of the problems he would face if anyone found out what he had done to the princess.

"He is taking too long. Maybe we should turn in for today."

"No, I refuse to let you ruin your own chances at pleasure." Daenemera has been trying to convince her friend that she shouldn't do this. It didn't feel right, she felt as if she was betraying both men, she held dear. She shook her leg impatiently; her mind could not be free of her sins.

"What if someone finds out?" Cecelia sighed laying down the hairbrush onto the vanity desk. She didn't understand why the princess was so worried. No one knew of the act expect them.

"No one shall find out, princess." Cecelia reassured shaking her shoulders with her hand. "Besides you are still intact. You've never allowed Ser Herrick to go any farther, have you?" Cecelia was not the same timid girl she was before. She as well grew a sharp tongue and knew very well of the relationship Daenemera had with her sworn knight and had no issue speaking painly. If the Queen knew of the way she spoke to the princess, she would have been sent away immediately so she was mindful about the words she used towards the princess in front of others.

"Of course not. No matter how much I hate to admit it, I wish for Aemond. But what if Aemond doesn't really want me?" She took a strand of her hair and began to run her fingers over it.

"That's nonsense, princess."

"Aemond is different now. He used to always talk about duty when we were children, but know he takes it more seriously than he did before. What if he only sees me as a duty of his?" Daenemera bit her thumb gently, the fire's reflection danced in her purple eyes.

"Then he is a fool. One who doesn't deserve you." Their conversation was soon interrupted by someone barging into the room. There stood Aemond taking in the beautiful sight of his sister in a tight nightgown. It was a tight, white gown that didn't bother to hide the curves of princess.

Ser Herrick walked into the room with his hands balled into fist. "I am sorry, my princess. The prince didn't allow me the chance to knock on the door. Would you like me-"

"I think princess Daenemera and prince Aemond wish to be alone so we shall take our leave." Cecelia raised her voice before turning to bow at the two then walking towards the knight dragging him to follow her behind. She turned to close the doors, but Daenemera noticed the quick wink her friend gave her. Aemond was silent until he heard a click from the door letting him know they were finally alone.

"Hmm, you look beautiful, sister." She had to admit, her brother's High Valyrian was very attractive. It fit his low voice. He walked towards his sister; his hair was admired by her as it swung side to side as he walked. His hand rested on her back to pull her closer to him.