DEFILING HONOR - aemond targaryen (DISCONTINUED)

ii. a whore

Aemond did not sleep with anyone since Kiyara. It had been three weeks since his visit to that wreckage. The prince did not think about his late-night adventure. Or so he tried to talk himself into thinking. His mood not getting better, getting worse even was a clear indication of something bothering him. Deeply. At family dinners, his mother cast him worried looks, but Aemond simply had to shake his head for her to drop the subject. The queen was not known for stubbornness.

On the other hand, when Aegon decided to sit with them during dinner once upon a moon, he knew how to irk his brother. So well that one day he ended up with a knife pressed to his neck by his younger brother. Aemond visited Heleana a generous amount of times during these past three weeks, just sitting next to her, watching his niece and nephews play together. It was a nice distraction but not a solution.

Ser Cole commented on the prince's state, saying that battling his anger out does not seem to work anymore. Then he started to lose his precious sleep. For training and meals, he showed up with dark circles under his pale eyes, a frown decorating his forehead. His mother called for a maester, being worried for his health. In the end, the maester did not find anything out of ordinary and concluded that the prince was exhausted and under a lot of stress.

Another sleepless night he remembered the nice evening he had three weeks ago. Maybe that was what he needed. Just sex. He was nine and ten, ready to get married like his siblings did already. He did not look forward to it. He planned to be a knight, not bearing offspring, no wedding for him. Bringing honour to his family in a different way.

The Targaryen prince loomed through the streets of King's Landing, unconsciously heading to the same pleasure house as before. The scene of the wreckage did not change. The same needless populace. Well, except he needed them tonight. Just one for the matter. The oldest hag from this place came to meet him in front again, serving him cheap wine.

'Which one would you like tonight, my prince?  Here we have Bethany and Catelyn. Or the prince prefers more exotic types. Here is my new treasure - Deria. She comes from far south, near the border with Dorne.' The godmother looked proud of the wildly different girls she displayed in a line before the silver-haired man. But the royal found himself to be bored. His gaze was travelling across the room, trying to find the one body, the one girl he wanted.
'The girl. From before. Where is she?' his eye shifted, now looking deadly into Jeyne's eyes, making sure that she understood his serious request.

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Jeyne was not stupid. She knew how to gamble. But with that also came the knowledge of when to fold your cards. Jeyne subtly tried to persuade the prince not to pry into matters of the pleasure house. But after her second try, she decided not to try the Gods any longer.

This is not a place for a customer, Jeyne thought. The backrooms were supposed to stay hidden from clients' sight. This was women's safe place, where they ate, washed and rested. Away from their profession. Away from the stares. He was an imposter.

The Targaryen did not understand why they were headed towards their private rooms. Maybe she was already with somebody, maybe it was not a person who had to pay for her at all. At that thought, Aemond wanted to turn around on his heel and never show his face here ever again. But when the coffin-dodger opened the door, he was quite taken aback. The room was nowhere near spacious. Beds piled up next to each other, messy clothes and pails everywhere. Candle wax dripped here and there, but the room was dark, the air stuffy, smelling of overdue bandages and dust.

In the corner, a pile of blankets stirred, seemingly being awoken by the door loudly creaking.
'A-aunt?' a small voice sighed. Aemond recognized the voice. It was the voice calling for him to speed up three weeks ago. It was the voice sharply yelping when he sucked on her breast. Back there she was loud. Now she could be barely heard. Jeyne stayed at the doorstep, not knowing whatever she was allowed to do...well anything.
'Did she fall sick?' asked the prince almost disappointingly.
'Not...really, my prince'