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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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 Three days pass and they blend together like the tides, my short time away from Aemond feeling almost like a voyage that was never ending. No light or land at the end of the treacherous journey only storms and rocky waves.
Every night I've been plagued with nightmares, once or twice needing Addam to shake me awake and when I do, I'm reminded when I see his face and not Aemond's that this is no part of my nightmare... it was real.
When I haven't been able to fall back to sleep I visit the little dragon in the cells beneath the Red Keep, singing him songs of our histories and bringing him warm food to eat when Addam hasn't taken notice I've left.
Thankfully the past couple of nights our dinners have improved considerably and Addam had gone into town to get me extra clothes that didn't swallow me whole.
At first he'd tiptoed around me but as time went on he reminded me more and more of Jace, giving me a false sense of home and stability.
Tearing apart a piece of bread I feel his violet piercing eyes gazing at me from afar.
Turning to face him I scoop another spoonful of soup into my mouth.
"Well? Say it."
Rolling his eyes he plays coy with me, "Say what?"
"That I've made him wait long enough... that I should go back."
Since I'd left, the city watch never let up their search for me and I expected as much but I'd be lying if I didn't say once or twice I'd hoped to get caught so they'd take me to him... my husband.
"Well now I don't have to say it." He shrugs, a sly smile playing at his lips as he continues at his bowl of steamed soup.
"You don't know what he's done..."
"Maybe not but that's only because you've yet to tell me..." he sighs, leaning back in his chair.
Running my hands through my rats nest head of hair I think it over, glancing up at him wondering if he was trustworthy enough with this kind of information.
I'd trusted him with my life the past few days, and the secret of my pregnancy... perhaps I could tell him one more.
"There's a boy. They're saying it's his bastard son..." I just spit it out, the words like a rotten taste in my mouth when I say them aloud.
Watching for Addam's reaction he looks confused, shaking his head not believing it.
"But what do you think?"
Looking at him bewildered I struggle for words, unsure what to say to such a simple question.
"I... I don't know what to think. But he lied about it, I had to hear about it from the cursed mouth of his brother." I cringe, never loathing Aegon as much as I did right now for allowing me to find out the way I had for his own entertainment.
