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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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 Though the day had been long there was one last thing I would do before letting rest have me and that was to make Elaena my wife.
The maester was notified along with her parents being the only people we told. My mother would disagree with not only the betrothal but the ceremony being that of Old Valyria and not of The Seven.
I'd wondered if Elaena had truly wanted a secret wedding or if she was doing it to please me. There was plenty of time for fancy parties and feasts but I wanted the Starks far from Kings Landing when that happens.
The son of a bitch put up a decent fight but in the end it wasn't enough because he wouldn't kill for her as I would, that's what set us apart.
With the very short notice there was no time for the ceremonial robes or headpieces but I didn't mind, all I wanted was her for rest of my life.
Elaena insisted on getting made up for the ceremony and I wouldn't dare fight her on anything on our wedding night, even if it was to tell her she was always beautiful. I would've wed her as soon as I cut down Cregan if she'd let me.
Catching myself in the mirror, a different man was staring back at me than what I'd been used to.
Leaving off my eyepatch it wasn't usual I'd even look at myself long without it. It wasn't until Elaena truly saw me for the first time that I'd gotten used to the idea of not wearing it in the first place.
She never flinched, never looked at me with fear or distaste but only love, even if the both of us hadn't at first realized it.
Putting up some of my long hair I leave out the small pieces Cregan managed to cut hanging in front of my face. It was different than what I was used to but it looked decent, better even.
After getting dressed in my very best black leather tunic, I find Elaena's favour on the side table and tuck it in my pocket intent on keeping it on my person at all times.
I'd wanted to take her right then, pull her down onto my horse and ride off into the sunset and fuck her senseless for days on end.
Fighting for her was an undeniable thrill but I hadn't just wanted to prove myself to her but to her family as well. They'd know without a doubt that there was nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing.
The only thing that had been missing was my father. As a child he was the very reason I'd thrown myself into training and studies. I wanted nothing more than to be the best son, the best warrior the best everything and maybe he'd see it wasn't only Rhaenyra who was worthy of titles and legacy.
Elaena came into my life like a midday summer storm. On an unbearably hot day the clouds rolled in and at first, the change is unsettling. The trees threaten to break under the gusts of wind, the waves crashing the shores but the lightning and thunder gives way to sunshine, and you realize the rain was no stranger at all but something promised all along to bring you change and growth.
