The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

The Queen Of The New Age Of The Dragon

138 - Harrenhal

Aemond had relieved Ben of staying with Visenya shortly after the two had finished their conversation. Ben was happy to leave the room, leaving the two Targayens alone while he checks to ensure that Rob had been handling everything for the coronation.

Aemond and Visenya had not spoken a word to one another, both silently minding their business until Visenya had tried to get dressed on her own. Aemond had silently helped her, tying the dress's corset, helping Visenya with her shoes and stockings, and then making her sit down so he could do her hair.

The dress is truly beautiful, the fabric is the deep red of the Targaryen sigil, and the dress hangs off Visenya's shoulders, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. The many scars and burns on her skin are on display for all to see, and Aemond can't help but feel a sense of pride. The dress is void of both black and green, wanting to display the only loyalty that Visenya has, and instead of the trimmings being Black like her old dresses, it is gold. Visenya had chosen to add the old belt chain that Alysanne had gifted her years ago.

Aemond can't help but run her hand gently through Visenya's hair, his fingers splitting some of the curls. He could braid her hair in some elaborate design, but he has been given strict orders from Rob not to; the lords want the crown he has made to be the centrepiece and not to be outshined by Visenya's hair.

The feeling of Aemonds hand in her hair is enough for sleep to call to her. The simple gesture of Aemond braiding her hair and taking care of her is nice, and she knows that the moments like these might not happen again. His presence makes her feel safe, and she knows that so long as Aemond is with her, she is safe and can relax.

Aemond smiles as he looks down at his wife, her hands neatly resting in her lap as she leans into his touch. Aemond watches as her chest rises and falls, his eye lingering a little too long on her chest that her dress so beautifully shows off.

But the relaxing moment between husband and wife ends as what sounds like two people knocking on the door echoes in the room. Aemond watches as Visenya wakes up from her doze, covering her mouth as she yawns and looks towards the door.

Aemond gently rubs his thumb over the exposed skin of her neck before moving to answer the door. Visenya runs her thumb where Aemonds once was as she stands up.

Aemond can't help the groan he lets out as he realizes who was knocking on the door. He leaves it open as he makes his way back over to Visenya, his arm wrapping around her waist once he is close enough to her, and he moves her in front of him so that she may rest against his chest.

"Why are you two here?" Visenya asks, her hand moving to rest on Aemonds, whose hand is resting on her stomach.

"Maybe we just wanted to see our fourth and fifth favourite Targaryens," Ben answers as he closes the door behind him and Rob, he can't help but smile to himself at the two Targaryens the way that Aemond holds Visenya against him like the two men are coming to take her away. It almost reminds him how Laenor and Daenys protectively hold their toys to keep the other from taking them.

"Fourth and fifth?" Aemond asks, holding Visenya closer to him. He knows that the second they leave this room then, everything is going to change, and the longer he keeps Ben or Rob talking then, the longer he can just hold his wife.

"Obviously, Laenor is number one, as he will be the best warrior the known worlds have ever seen. Then the babe because he is inheriting from his Hightower side, so I am going to take some pity on him. Then Daenys, who will marry my little nephew, makes her better than you two. Visenya fourth, and that leaves you fifth," Ben answers, he has his favourites, and while he might be having a little fun with Visenya and Aemond, he would never tell them his actual order of favourite Targaryens.