Innocence// AEMOND TARGARYEN ✔️

Chapter Twenty-two

"You did not" Halaena sighed with disbelief.

"I did" Daeron replied obliviously.

Daeron had told his sister Halaena about his conversation with Eirlys and how surprised he was with how very little she was educated on the topic of concern.

Halaena was taken aback by how boldly he spoke to the Valeryon princess about intimacy.

"She is so innocent" he commented with an eagerness to tell his older sister everything.

"And you're just as stupid as she is innocent" the older girl muttered "you can't question a woman or anyone else regarding such personal matters"

"But Aegon talks about it so often"

"Aegon is an idiot"

Daeron stared at his sister with disbelief with how quick she was to throw an insult at her husband as opposed to Aemond and Eirlys who would slit someone's throat if they dared to speak ill of either one of them.

He didn't understand how they could care so much about each other especially since they weren't wed yet.

Nor did he understand how they'd managed to go on so long without a single act of intimacy.

Halaena spent the rest of the afternoon giving her youngest brother a good scolding for how moronic it was of him to interrogate Eirlys about her private matters.

Daeron still failed to see what exactly was improper about his questions and Halaena had Aegon to thank for it.

Meanwhile Eirlys was busy reading the book she'd borrowed, each chapter seeming more gripping than the last.

A gentle knock on the door made her shut the book and shove it under her pillow before she shouted out a 'come in' for whoever was at the other side of the door.

As she'd expected, it was Aemond.

The boy began to ramble about his training and how much he'd improved as he walked toward her bed.

He made himself comfortable, quickly taking a pause from his ranting to assure her he had washed up and changed into a clean set of clothes.

He had his hair tied back into a bun and he lazily took off his eye patch to toss it on her side table.

Eirlys admired the older boy as he continued to ramble about how he'd almost beat Cole during his training in close combat. She watched as the corners of his lips ever so slightly curled up into a smile or how he looked at her from time to time to observe her reaction to what he was saying. How the blue of his sapphire glimmered when the light hit it just right. How he licked his lips, in between sentences, that she so desperately wanted to kiss but held herself back because of her pride.

He looked breathtaking with his hair tied back and his pale sage shirt that left some of his chest exposed. His sleeves rolled back to show off his slightly buff arms littered with a few faint scars.

Not being able to retain control over herself, she reached forward and cupped his faced with one hand, her other rested on his chest that his loose shirt had so conveniently left exposed.

Aemond's rambling was suddenly silenced and he sat there with eye wide open for a few seconds before he could fully process what was happening.

His eye fluttered shut a few moments later as his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her frame closer.

Aemond's heart began to race when he felt her fingers trace his bare skin. Her hands glided lower until she'd reached the hem of his shirt.

Eirlys hesitated for a moment but then she felt Aemond's tongue run over her bottom lip and her hand instinctively went under his shirt to feel his toned abs.