The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

Not Fit To Rule

138 - Red Keep

A knock at the door wakes the three Targeryens up; Aenar cries fill the once-quiet room. Visenya and Aemond sit in their bed, untangling from each other. Both get out of bed, and Aemond pulls on a shirt as he makes his way to the door to see who dared wake them up at such an early hour. The sun had yet to rise. Visenya doesn't bother wearing a robe as she makes her way to Aenar's crib.

Visenya holds the newborn against her chest, humming and rubbing his back to try and soothe him. Visenya shifts her weight from one foot to the other, and that movement seems to soothe the baby, his cries quieting down as Aemond closes the doors.

Aemond makes his way toward Visenya and Aenar, smiling at the sight.

"My mother is requesting me," Aemond tells Visenya as he wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looks down at the calmed-down newborn.

"So early?" Visenya asks, looking to the side and bumping her nose against Aemonds cheek. She knows that it was foolish to think that she and Aemond would be able to spend some time alone with each other and time with the children.

"Will you two be okay?" Aemond asks. He doesn't want to leave them yet but knows that he has duties that are required of him.

"Of course, no doubt that Ben will bring the twins by soon," Visenya answers Aemond as she leans against Aemonds chest. Aemond pulls her closer and tightens his hold around her. Aemond buries his face into Visenyas neck and lightly kisses the skin there. "Are you okay with him meeting Aenar without you here?"

"Of course," Aemond answers as he kisses Visenya's neck and up her jaw before pulling away from her, using his grip on her hips to spin her around to face him. Visenya leans her head up and gives Aemond a quick kiss, smiling against his lips. Aemond kisses her back before pulling away, knowing that if he doesn't, he will not have enough control to leave her. Aemond leans down and kisses Aenars forehead.

"Avy jorrāelan," Visenya tells him. Those words make him want to stay locked away in their room for the day.

I love you.

"Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha perzys," Aemond tells her, giving her one last kiss before he walks back to their bed area to get dressed. "I will be back soon,"

I love you too, my fire.

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Visenya rocks Aenar in her arms, wanting him to stay asleep rather than wake up and be fussy. Visenya looks at the door as it opens and smiles as Ben and the twins make their way into the room. Ben carries a still sleepy Daenys in his arms while he lets Laenor hold onto one of his fingers to support the toddler in walking.

Visenya crouches down as Laenor lets go of Ben's support and make his way toward his mother and brother, holding tightly onto the wolf toy. The twins had met Aenar last night. Ben makes his way to the couch and places the sleepy Daenys onto it, ruffling her hair before walking towards Visenya and her sons.

"Let me see the little dragon," Ben tells Visenya as she stands up, hands Aenar to Ben, and then pick up Laenor, who rests on her chest. Visenya kisses his forehead.

"Who braided your hair, my sweets?" Visenya asks Laenor as he plays with her hair. Both he and Daenys had grown out of the phase of yanking her hair.

Laenors hair had grown faster than Daenys and just as wild as his mother's. Like most Targaryen men Aemond and Visenya had chosen not to cut the young boy's hair, letting it grow freely, and either Aemond or Ben would braid it in the early morning to keep it out of his face.