DEVILS TONGUE, aemond targaryen

thirty two

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
❪ devils tongue ! ❫

Aemond helped Aenemera get dressed in a silk robe to shield her body from the room temperature and anyone lurking around the halls late at night.

He tied the ribbon around her waist as the stood at the foot of the bed while he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

"I thought that bath was for you?"

"It's ours," he corrected with a hint of a smile. "Everything that is mine is yours. The bath, the overused table, — the bed."

Aenemera slowly smiled up at him and rested her hand against his cheek comfortably. "We'll need a bigger room at some point." Aemond nodded his head knowingly in response. "Come," she whispered to him while taking his hand and guiding him to the second door that let to his bathing room.

What awaited them on the other side caught the couple off guard when they saw Genevieve standing near the tub that reflected steam from the hot water.

The maid cleared her throat and blinked up at the couple. "Your bath — my prince."

Aemond placed a hand on Aenemera's back. "It's for my wife."

Genevieve nodded in defeat as she stood by waiting for another command, her eyes never shifting away as she watched the turn to each other.

Aenemera had stepped in front of Aemond, gazing up at him while she untied the knot from her robe and revealed the front of her naked body to him. Genevieve felt her stomach churn with distaste and before she could speak, Aenemera turned her head to smile at the girl.

"You may be excused, thank you Genevieve."

Aemond couldn't take his eye away from Aenemera as it continuously looked down from her soft neck to the curve of her breasts then down to her stomach. She was glowing with the way she looked so round and full of his growing child. Absolutely nothing else mattered to him.

Genevieve nodded once and started making her way towards the door until Aenemera called out for her again.

"I'll be sure to see if the queen needs assistance next time." She referred to Helaena, thinking about a mother with two children and a husband that never really paid attention to her. Helaena needed all the proper love and  attention she could get. "From now on I'll be aiding my husband in anything he needs."

"Of course, princess." Genevieve bit down on the inside of her left cheek before quickly exiting the room before she could be stopped again to face the truth.

When Aenemera turned back to Aemond, he was smirking down at the girl with a gentle caress of his thumb against her stomach. "You glow a few galaxies more when you're jealous."

"Not jealous," she grumbled as she began to untie Aemond's own robe. "She needed to be put in her place."

He placed his hands upon her face then whispered against her lips. "And I'd watch you do it all over again." He kissed her deeply once before helping her into the tub after discarding both of their robes onto the floor.

Many candles were lit throughout the room as were the windows cracked open to allow the cool air from outside to travel though.