The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

The Three Heads Of The Dragon

138 - Harrenhal

It had taken much convincing for Aemond to leave the room, even more, convincing when he had helped Visenya get dressed and more when he had messily braided her hair. Visenya had decided to wear her now staple blood-red shirt and pants. Wearing a thick belt that is embroidered with dragons dancing and a dead Weirwood tree for its buckle. She had decided not to bring her sword, knowing that hundreds, if not thousands, of soldiers would die to protect her in case someone tried to attack her.

Getting to the twin's room had proven to be a challenge, with lords and high-up soldiers stopping Visenya and Aemond every two seconds to either tell Visenya how glad they were to have back or to try and convince her to give them a higher position. But Aemond had been good at scaring them off, mentioning Vhagar or starting them down until they would run off.

"Muña!" Both twins shout out as Aemond and Visenya walk into the room.

Mother.

The twins had been playing on the ground with their favourite Blackwood before they had come in. Aemond watches as the smile on Visenya's face forms as she watches the twins try and run towards her, Ben quickly getting up and moving after them.

"Have you been teaching them Valyrian?" Visenya asks as Ben picks up Daenys from the ground and hands her to Visenya. Visenya gladly takes her daughter as she holds her close to her chest and on her hip. "Hello, Perzītsos,"

Little Flame.

"A few terms," Aemond answers as he picks up Laenor. He wanted to make sure that all of his children knew their mother tongue, and unlike his childhood, he wanted to be the one to teach them. Aemond knew that his father had chosen to teach Visenya Valyrian, and he wanted him to teach him rather than the maester.

"I have been teaching them swears," Ben adds; he had made sure to try and teach the twins a few swears in Valyrian and not the old tongue.

"Really?" Visenya asks Ben, not knowing if he is serious or not.

"Oh yeah," Ben answers, proud of himself, but Aemond quickly hits his arm. "Ow. No violence in front of them, remember,"

Both Aemond and Ben look to Visenya, waiting for her to agree with one of them.

"I am okay with it," Visenya tells Aemond as she relaxes slightly on his side.

She has been used to bed rest, and being up and walking around was slightly foreign to her now. Aemond looks at Visenya, worried that this might have been too much for her but the smile she gives him assures him that she is fine.  

"Kirimvose, ñuha jorrāelagon," Aemond whispers into Visenya's ear as he gently kisses her temple.

Thank you, My love.

Ben looks between Visenya and Aemond, narrowing his eyes as he watches Aemond's hands rest loosely on Visenya's hip while he holds Daenys. Ben likes to think that he knows the two well, Visenya more than Aemond, but he and the prince have gotten closer since Visenya and Aemond had wed. He knows them, knows their little habits, and one thing he has picked up is that Aemond is more physical with Visenya after the two spend the night together. Visenya also hasn't done an excellent job of hiding the markings that Aemond had given her on her neck and the amount of chest that is exposed.

Ben doesn't know if he should be happy that the two have made up because he knows now that Aemond would be in a better mood, but that voice in his head screams at him that the wound on Visenya's stomach could have reopened or gotten infected. No doubt he and the maester would be blamed, even if he had advised the couple to stay away from each other.