Aemma Velaryon was the spitting image of her mother; she had pale silver hair, fair skin, and dazzling blue eyes. She was a Targaryen in all sense but her last name which she bore from her father Laenor Velaryon. She was the younger twin of Lucerys...
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Aemma lay by a sleeping Aemond, watching his bare chest rise and fall in perfect rhythm. The room was dark, with a soft glow from the embers in the hearth. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, pausing when Aemond snaked his arm around her waist.
"Come back to bed." He pulled her slightly. "It's late."
"I know. I could not find sleep." Aemma knew it was partly truthful, but she did not have the nerve to tell him she was leaving.
"You never do." He mumbled, pulling her back into the bed. Aemma frowned at her foiled plans, knowing she would either have to try again after he fell back asleep or wait until the opportunity arose again.
"Did I wake you?" She asked.
"It is a most welcome sight to wake up to." Aemond smiled as Aemma rolled over to face him. Her hair was frizzy and resembled a white bush, but she looked beautiful, as if she were carved by the Gods themselves.
"You need to rest." Aemma frowned. "There is much to be done."
"There is always much to be done." Aemond tried to smooth down her unruly hair.
"I know, it looks terrible." Aemma swatted his hands away before resting one hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing against his scar.
"You could shave your head clean and I would still find you ravishing." He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
At that moment with her loving husband, Aemma felt a small piece of her cold exterior chip away. Laying in bed together in that castle on that night she was not Aemma Velaryon, a girl who lost her brother, and he was not Aemond Targaryen, the one who took him from her. They were two people, married and enjoying each other's company.
Aemond's heart soared when he pulled away to find a smile on Aemma's lips; it was not those pained grimaces whenever she tried to force herself, it was a true, genuine smile. And as he watched her smile for the first time in months, he knew he would do anything to see it again.
"I love you." He pulled Aemma closer to him and buried his face in her mess of hair.
Aemma wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she was nervous, and scared. She had always wondered if she was betraying Luke by opening her heart to him, by letting him wiggle his way in one day at a time. She did not deserve to be happy with her husband after all that had happened; it should be Luke who was madly in love with Rhaena, surrounded by their children as they grow old together.
Sensing the sadness that had replaced her happy demeanor, Aemond pulled away and watched as Aemma wiped away a tear.
"Often I find myself undeserving of such affections from you." She looked into his eye. "From anyone."
"Nobody could be more deserving," Aemond brushed away another tear. "You have suffered too much, all you deserve is love and comfort."
"I feel as though you have slipped through the cracks of my heart, my soul. You can be mean and terrifying and cruel, but you can be sweet and caring and kind. You are loyal, and devoted, and sometimes you are so loving it scares me. And you are mine." Aemma was crying now, not of sadness, but relief. She hated that she couldn't hate him, that she had allowed him into her heart after what he had done.
"I am yours; from this day until the end of my days, if I remember correctly." He chuckled.
"I was going to leave." She whispered, hoping he would not hear it.
"I know, I wasn't asleep." He swallowed. "Would going to Winterfell, a place you would be branded a traitor, truly make you happy?"
"I would be branded a traitor anywhere that isn't Kings Landing. I need to see him." Aemma cupped Aemond's cheek. "I need my brother."
Aemond closed his eye, a million thoughts swirling through his head, all of them about Aemma. He waged an internal battle, wondering if he had been so captivated by her that he threw any and all caution to the wind.
"Smile for me once more." He opened his eye to find Aemma smiling, her thumb still caressing his face. He kissed her with urgency and need, pulling away for the briefest of moments. "Promise me you will return."
Aemma paused before nodding, "I will return."
Aemond crushed his lips against hers once more, quickly loosening his trousers before Aemma straddled him. Her moans filled the chamber as she rocked her hips quickly, feeling her walls stretch around him. Their movements were fast and unyielding, eager to feel one another as one.
His long fingers were digging into her hips as he urged her to go faster, his lips twisted into a grimace of pleasure. He rucked her nightgown up to her waist, watching himself disappear inside of her and reappear moments later.
Aemma rested her hands on his stomach, letting them roam over the rippling muscles. He trained often and with great effort, and it showed. She leaned forward and brought her lips to his as she reached her release, calling out his name into the night.
Aemond moved to remove himself from Aemma but she grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her waist, not faltering in her movements.
"Aemma, this is how-" He panted.
"I want to feel you." She moaned. Aemond sat up, still inside of her, and brought her nipple to his mouth. He let his teeth graze it before moving to the soft skin of her breast and latching his lips to it, and when he pulled away there was a bright red mark on her skin.
He flipped her onto her back and thrust into her quickly, bringing his hand between her legs and pleasuring her while she cried out his name. His release came quickly and he relished in the feeling as he spilled himself into his wife.
"How did you plan on leaving?" He asked, resting his head on her stomach. He closed his eye as she pressed her fingers to his scalp, massaging it slowly.
"I was going to leave you a letter, then saddle Buttons and leave." She looked up at the ceiling as she spoke.
"No guards? No food?" He asked.
"Terrax is my guard, and I already stuffed the saddlebag with food, and I tied a sack to Terrax's saddle. I have a pouch of golden dragons as well to buy any missing provisions and lodging. Also, I have dye hidden in the bathroom." Aemma swallowed.
"A letter is a poor way to desert your husband." Aemma could practically hear Aemond frown. "Why travel on horseback instead of dragonback? It would take you weeks and weeks to get there."
"A horse is less conspicuous than a dragon. Terrax flying around riderless is easier for Daemon to brush off. It is harder to find a horse on the ground than a dragon in the sky." Aemma sighed. "I have been sleeping on cots and straw beds for two moons, I think I will be able to manage for a few more weeks."
"What would I tell Aegon?" Aemond asked.
"Whatever you'd like." He could feel Aemma shrug her shoulders.
"I want you to take a knight with you." He urged.
"I would rather not." Aemma wrinkled her nose. "There is no need."
"There is war breaking out amongst all of Westeros; take the knight of fly on dragonback." Aemond was unyielding in his request.
"What if I ride to Seaguard and hire a boat to take me to Deepwood Motte? It is only 300 miles from Winterfell, I will be safe enough to ride alone from there." Aemma chewed on her lip.
"A knight would accompany you the entire way." Aemond sat up, a frown on his face. "I suppose if any of your mother's lords saw you flying on dragonback they would be inclined to inform Daemon."
"Precisely, nobody would pay attention to a black-haired girl traveling to the North." Aemma stood and retrieved a robe to cover herself. "I was to leave tonight."
"You were. You have everything you need?" Aemond asked.
