Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

The Heavens And The Hells

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Chapter Fifty-Two~ The Heavens And The Hells

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"Why have you returned so early?" Rhaella questioned, instead of causing a scene in front of everyone and slitting Aemond's neck like she had planned to do. She returned to their chambers and waited for him like the dutiful wife she was. "Is everything alright?"

Aemond sighed, removing his trench and sitting in a chair by the fire. "It was empty, he had taken all of his men, back to Dragonstone I assume."

Rhaella sat on a stool by the dresser pulling an ivory bone comb through her locks. "He would've received news of his sons."

"Hm." Aemond replied staring into the flames. "Did you kill them?"

"They were gone." She lied, she would not tell him yet. There were other things on her mind. "Jacaerys arrived on vermax, other riders came with him."

"What other riders?" The regent said turning to her.

Rhaella shrugged, dragging her finger across her collar bone and leaving a trail of jasmine and lavender oils across her skin. "Bastards I imagine." She sighed, her voice sounded bored of the conversation, but her words were giving little away just so she could tease him with information he so desperately needed. "He's dead anyway, I shot an arrow through his head."

Aemond stood from his seat, and Rhaella saw him approaching her from the mirror. But she didn't look at him, instead she continued to massage the oils into her skin, exposing her shoulder as she ran her fingers down her arms.
He looked at her reflection, his eyes mesmerized by her. He knew what game she was playing and he couldn't help but let her pull him in.

"You killed him?" He questioned, dancing his fingertips across her back.

She hummed. "I did." Then she stood, turning to face him.

Aemond stared down at her he may of towered over her, he felt small looking at his wife. Nothing but a cotton robe covering her, the cold air outside making her nipples evident through the thin fabric. Her hair fell down her back to her hips, in long white waves of captivity beauty. And her violet eyes reflected the flickering flames of the fire behind her, or perhaps at was a window to the blaze that burned inside of her mind.

"I imagine you're tired after your trip." She whispered taking a step closer to him. He shook his head in return. She pulled on the ribbon that kept the robe closed and her body hidden away from the air.

Aemond moved his hand to her shoulders, pushing the fabric down her arms until she was exposed to him fully.

Rhaella didn't say anything, she let him look at her and watched as his breathing increased and his eyes locked onto hers.

"You're sure?" She whispered, taking a step closer to him. With every step she took he moved backwards, closer to the bed. Her hand went to the bottom of his white under shirt and she pulled it over his head. Her hands trailed up his toned stomach and over his arms, Reaching round the back of his head to pull his eyepatch away from his face. She trailed his scar, staring into the sapphire.

"Rhaella." He muttered, his hands gripping onto her hips.

But then her slowness switched, and she pushed him backward onto the bed before she straddled him. She leant forward to attach her lips to his. Kissing him was like kissing the stars, something that was so ethereal it should've been impossible.