Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷 The silence of my room is welcomed after the night I've had. With a knight at the door I knew Aemond wouldn't be visiting me tonight and that thought was enough to keep me up all night long.
Wrapping myself in the sheet I sit at the edge of the bed peering out over the balcony into the night sky.
The summer breeze sweeps in rustling the curtains, fanning across my face.
Replaying the events of the evening over and over I can only be thankful Aemond arrived in time but not in time to spare my dress and dignity.
I should've been able to fight him off myself but in a damn dress unarmed I was a sitting duck. Cregan had offered to walk me back to my quarters but I didn't want him, I wanted Aemond so I'd gone on my own.
Any other woman might've been terrified if their partner sliced someone's throat open in front of them but I was a rare breed. Aemond's fierce protectiveness only made me crave him more. He might've been capable of terrible, dark things but he would never do anything to hurt me.
Not only had Aemond earned a heartfelt thank you from my mother, but my father had also stood in defense of him against Cregan who wanted justice for his comrades execution.
Losing my train of thought I'm distracted by a pair of voices outside of my door. Jumping from bed I press my ear against it, straining to hear.
"...I'm not leaving until I see her," Aemond's deep authoritative voice is unmistakable and I don't fight the lovestruck smile I wear when I hear he's come for me.
"The hour's late, my Prince..."
Swinging open the door Ser Erryk turns surprised to see me awake but Aemond only smirks at him, his hair disheveled and his usually striking eye blinking tiredly at me in my sleeping gown.
"This visit is warranted, Ser Erryk." I smile sweetly at him as he struggles to choose before he finally steps aside letting Aemond past.
Shutting the door behind him, Aemond doesn't waste a moment sweeping me into his strong arms but this embrace is different, he's searching for comfort.
Cupping my face in his hands it's as if he hasn't seen me in thousands of years.
"What's troubling you, my love?" I ask, my eyebrows narrowing in concern as I wrap my arms around his waist.
Resting his forehead against mine his exhausted purple eye drifts shut.
"I'm not usually the one for nightmares... tonight it's I whose dreams are plagued with darkness." He replies, and my heart sinks in my chest.
My fierce, strong, protector had been vulnerable with me about many things but never anything like this.
"It was tonight but I... I didn't get to you in time, you were hurt." He admits, hesitating before opening his eye to see my reaction.
