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Continuation of Part 1
"No." Aemond spoke gruffly as his hands grabbed the hips of the girl on top of him before pushing her off him.
He'd meant to restrain his roughness, but the girl all but slipped down his thighs and unceremoniously landed on her bare behind by his feet.
Aemond froze at the thud noise she'd made. His heart stuttered as he waited on the girl to say something to reprimand him for his sudden rejection when she'd been riding him over his breeches for some time now. Instead she calmly looked up at him in silence with the baby blue eyes that'd initially drawn him to her.
They were so faintly blue that they were almost purple in some lights. Almost the same purple as his niece's.
Almost.
"Ale." He ordered the girl with a clear of his throat. "Fetch me more ale."
The girl bowed her head as she picked herself up to her feet before wordlessly leaving the private chamber Aemond always preferred. Aegon was right about his brother not being able "to perform" with an audience. But since he'd seen his niece's naked torso that morning, Aemond was having difficulty performing at all.
A groan reverberated in his throat as he tipped his head back and closed his eye. His breathing became labored and even though he was alone in the room, he could feel her heat over him again.
Unlike the other girls at court, Aemond had never seen Y/N parade around doused in suffocating perfumes while wrapped in constricting dresses. She'd always favored simple garbs of black or red for her mother's House and normally reeked of dragon. He only ever saw her wearing her hair in a braid, but even a braid was not enough to hold her hair neatly in place when she took to the skies.
Alicent had always spoke of how Y/N had the reckless spirit of both her mother and father combined and how she was a disgrace at court while refusing to acknowledge her competence when it came to being clever and cunning. Aemond supposed it was reasonable for his mother to expect the daughter of his half-sister to carry herself with more grace, but Aemond himself had always adored the messy braid that slithered down Y/N's back and the remarkably long streak of soot that oftentimes could be found on her cheek after she came back from the Dragonpit.
Grace wasn't in Y/N's nature, and yet when the one-eyed Prince had seen her earlier in Aegon's chamber, she looked nearly unrecognizable.
Her hair had been tamed to silky and shimmering strands of white that were braided in an intricate half up, half down style. Powder, rouge, and lip stain elevated her beauty and she was strapped in a corset-style dress that squeezed in her waist and breasts til it was undeniable that she was a woman-grown.
Aemond had hated seeing that she'd gone and prettied herself in order to present herself before his mother and brother. She'd looked like the shell of the girl that lived at the forefront of his mind. Still as a puppet. Mute until spoken to.
