Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 28

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"Those are fond memories." He hummed as he looked briefly at the flower on his tunic, knowing it would amuse his father to see such a thing. Aemond decided to let the flower stay since Vinesya expressed a love for the wild life. He had enjoyed their time together reading of the beasts and their riders back when they were children, and knew in that moment he'd enjoy their late night adventure in the night sky.

He watched as she looked out at the garden, and glanced around it himself. It was a beautiful scene, one he had not thought to stop and look at in quite some time. When she spoke of flowers being hard to grow at Dragonstone, he softened slightly. He would see to taking the woman to the garden more often then, if it brought her this much joy.

"I am their Uncle," He reponded in a calm tone. "They should respect me. Yet they do not." He paused as he looked down at her, thinking over his next words carefully. "And Aegon usually started it," He had to add that truth in, but Aegon hadn't taken his eye. He was glad he at least broke a nose before losing sight in one eye forever. In all retrospect, Aemond had been winning that four on one fight, but when Jace had pulled that knife things had made a turn for the worst in the prince's eyes. He had disarmed Jace, but Luce was quick and caught him in the eye with the dagger. He remembered Alecor and Rylen trying to comfort Visenya and himself at the time, and the angry words they had shouted at the other boys. It had always seemed those three had never disliked him. He took it with a grain of salt in some ways. "I have no intention on being cruel." He muttered in response to her words, wishing to himself he could ease the worries she felt.

"Aegon is cruel to everyone, but Mother and Father." Aemond reminded her, leaving out the man's children. Aegon was thrilled he had kids, but cared little for being a father. "I will take no other woman. I am not my Uncle and brother." Call Aemond old fashioned, but he would not sire a bastard like the rest of his family seemed okay with doing. He would not see his wife shamed or spoken poorly about because of a scandal he created.

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His words made a spark light up in her purple gaze, and she watched him silently as he moved his hand between her legs and played with her slit. A moan left her lips as his finger slid inside her, warmth flooding her as he offered her some relief to the ache he had given her. The moan only grow louder as the seconds passed, as one finger became two, as the pace of his fingers on her clit quickened. Harwin knew Rila well, he knew her sweet spots better than anyone else.

"Harwin," His name left her in a groan as his tongue replaced his finger on her clit, her finger finding themselves in his dark curly locks. She griped his hair slightly in one hand, the other reaching to grasp one of her breasts as her purple gaze fluttering slightly, eye heavy with want. "You're hard as a rock from a simple kiss," She teased as her eyes opened and gaze fell on the man in front of her again. Her legs trembled on each side of his head, and she knew her release would come quick if he continued at this pace.

Rila had wondered earlier that evening how things in their day to day would go considering Rhaenyra and Daemon were now back at the Keep. She wondered if her Uncle would try to visit her beside again and wondered if she would let him. And she wondered if Harwin would seek Rhaenyra once more, though such an event hadn't happened in many years. Joffery was the last son Rhaenyra bore Harwin, Rila knew that all too well, and he was now seven years old. It made her upset to think of the boys Harwin and Rhaenyra shared, and she pondered briefly if Harwin felt an ache when seeing her with Daemon like she did when she saw Harwin with her elder sister.

His words brought her thoughts back to him, and she huffed at them. "It is you who think I am sick," She reminded him, tugging at his hair lightly. "I must insist we continue with our affairs. I am an impatient woman tonight." She wanted to feel him inside her, feel his hands on her skin as they shared in their pleasures. Rila wanted what Harwin would give her, and she knew he would do so freely. She often told the man he was the only reason she stayed on the ground, for it was no secret the princess loved to fly her own dragon Iresra with their sons and their dragons, Vermax and Icaris.