Innocence// AEMOND TARGARYEN ✔️

Chapter Twenty-five

It didn't take long for word to spread about the rough fight between the youngest of the Targaryen brothers.

And though the cause behind was still unclear to the others, it confirmed one thing: that the one eyed prince and his brother had come to despise one another.

Gossip like this would only spread which made the queen even more anxious and in a hurry to plan the wedding.

Aemond and Eirlys were still not aware of the rest of the family already in preparations for their wedding ceremony.

To them it was any other evening after supper.

Eirlys had retired herself from the court and the rest of the family to bathe.

She had been practising archery followed by a bit of swordplay, courtesy of Aemond, and then circled the castle on Ember.

She had the servants help her out of her dress and undo her braids before she stepped into the large tub of hot water and some expensive oils awaiting her. She scrubbed away the dirt and basked in the fragrance that the oils provided.

Once she had gotten out of the bath and dried herself, she slipped into the comfort of one of her many silk nightgowns. She put away her dainty jewellery, that she'd worn for the day, into the wooden box that the servants had left on her dresser before she went to bathe.

She stared at herself in the mirror, taking in the changes in her appearance. She quiet obviously looked much different that how she did when her mother left for Dragonstone. Her hair was longer in comparison, almost reaching her waist. Her face looked more sculpted.

Her eyes darted lower to gaze at the slight visibility of her cleavage. Her breasts weren't as big as she'd liked them to be, but they weren't as little either.

Her thoughts wandered off to what she'd read in that book, something she couldn't quiet seem to forget.

She'd been thinking about it too much as of late, to a point where it left her distracted from the task she was presently preoccupied with.

Earlier that day she pricked her finger while she was busy with embroidery because her mind was someplace else.

She often caught herself making up instances in which Aemond would perform on her the lewd things she'd read in the book and it made the blood rush to her cheeks before she snapped out of her daze.

Aemond hadn't given into her wants the last time and now, a number of days after, she was beginning to crave it even more.

This time she wasn't tempted to do so on account of someone else's inquiries or nitpicking.

This time she wanted it for herself.

She wanted him.

With a frustrated sigh she left her room, not bothering to drape her dress robe around her before she marched up to Aemond's chambers.

She knew he'd still be awake, probably reading one of his books on philosophy or scrolles about the histories of the realm.

She knocked on his door an impatiently waited for him.

Aemond had a hunch that it would be Eirlys awaiting him on the other side of the door, it wasn't uncommon for her to show up after supper.