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 When I wake from my deep peaceful sleep I almost forget where I am, sitting straight up in my old bed that I'm realizing isn't nearly as comfortable as Aemond's.
Aemond.
Piece by piece the events of last night come back to me and just like that the life is knocked out of me and I sink back into the pillows.
The child didn't belong to Aemond, he belonged to Aegon.
I wanted to believe my husband but despite his broken-hearted voice, I wasn't completely convinced... not yet.
Forcing myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed I needed a bath urgently.
Taking my time in the soapy waters I wipe away the dirt and grime that had built up in every nook and crevice of my body.
I knew once I stepped out that door my false peace would shatter, the world and all of its troubles waiting for me just outside.
Peering through my dresser drawers I'm relieved to find all of my wears and belongings tucked away nicely awaiting my return.
Picking a dress I sift through another drawer of my accessories, my black sapphire necklace sitting in its own case surrounded by my other meaningless pieces, and seeing it again brings back a rush of memories.
Tracing my fingers over the many shapes and stones I turn my attention to the mirror, where I stood as Aemond placed it around my neck for the very first time. That night had been filled with many firsts that'd changed our lives forever.
The idea of children was just that, an idea. Our love was brand new, free of any stains of mistakes and heartache.
Picking a few small pieces to wear I leave the necklace in its case, and close the drawer deciding on one of my usual black and red dresses, always proud to represent that of the Targaryen dynasty.
Ignoring the winding pit of anxiety in my stomach I work my way through the castle, grounding myself with a woman's confidence I learned from my mother missing her more with each passing day.
Standing just outside the little ones' room is Ser Erryk, a sight for sore eyes when I'd come to expect Ser Criston.
"Princess Elaena, we're glad to see you've returned home." He greets me with a small smile and a curt nod stepping away from the door.
"Thank you, Ser Erryk. It's comforting to know not all friendly faces accompanied my mother back to Dragonstone." I reply easily, the pit of nerves in my stomach sinking away.
Knocking lightly on the little dragon's door an unexpected voice answers from the other side.
"Come in!" Aemond's deep voice beckons me in and I'm speechless at what I find.
Strewn across the bed was an assortment of different breakfast foods and in the center of it all was our little dragon himself, eyes wide with glee as he shoved his mouth full of different sweets and pastries.
