Before the union of Rhaenyra with Ser Laenor Velaryon, an event etched forever in memory took place when Daemon claimed Rhaenyra's innocence in the hidden corners of a brothel, planting a seed of life within the princess rightful to the Iron Throne...
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I'm being cruel to be kind I can't love you in the dark Feels like we're oceans apart
As Rhaella and Aemond soared into the night sky with Vhagar, the young princess felt the adrenaline rushing through her veins like a burning flame scorching its path.
"Oh, I did this once before, and this time, I can truly see the people of King's Landing as if they were small creatures in a sea of smoke!" Rhaella exclaimed.
The man smirked at Rhaella's innocent nature. "Well, my love. We are thousands of feet above the ground. I believe we need a change of scenery...."
Her eyes lit up with glee upon hearing Aemond's proposal. "You mustn't be joking! Oh, if this is true, I will burst into a reign of unequivocal happiness and mumbled screams!"
Without mentioning another detail to his betrothed, Aemond whispered—loud enough for Vhagar to hear, "Dorne."
The mighty dragon's belly filled with vicious red flames, and he oozed heat from his sharpened teeth. With a ground shaking roar, the beast began flying north, much to the surprise of Rhaella.
"Shall I ask where you intend to take us?"
For a moment, the prince considered revealing his surprise, knowing that his future wife loathes surprises. After a few seconds, he shook his head and chuckled. "I will not disclose that information. Besides, who is us?"
The woman sighed, breathing heavily onto the nape of Aemond's neck. "Vhagar and I, my love. I'd rather not exhaust the poor thing with commands of traveling the distance beyond capability."
Aemond groaned as he croaked his neck, allowing his silk-like pale hair to fall over his neck. "Whilst I hadn't discussed rules while dragon riding prior to now: rule one, never do that as I am focused on our surroundings."
"Ohhh, is my handsome knight flustered over something as little as a slight gust of air on the gape of your neck?" Rhaella purred, nudging her chin into the man's shoulder.
He shook his head slightly as his body began to tense in Rhaella's arms. "Must you torment me every moment of my existence?"
"I hadn't known of this torment you mention. I thought my presence would be—shall I say—stimulating?"
Aemond's usually cold expression softened, but the heartfelt moment was quickly short-lived as Rhaella's suggestive talk caused the man's breathing to hitch. He coughed, and wheezed, holding one hand to his chest.
"Goodness, Aemond! What is it, have I done something to disturb you?" The young princess asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
He growled, still holding a hand to his chest. "This is no laughing matter, princess. I simply inhaled a bit of wind, that is all."
