Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 40

Shine_on520

He was watching her closely as he tucked the strands behind her ear, letting his hand fall away from her face slowly. He liked the blush on her cheeks. "Then we shall go." He said simply at her words, purple gaze on hers. "I will take you away from it all as soon as the sun begins to dip in the sky." His words were sweet as he looked at her bright smile.

Aemond turned his gaze back to the arena, humming slightly at her next words. He watched in a slight disinterested way as Daemon knocked his opponent off his stead, but his attention was brought back to Visenya as her grip tightened on his hand. He knew the man Daemon was pitted against would most likely want to go toe to toe with the Rouge Prince, and he knew it was not something Visenya had seen often. Or maybe she just didn't want Daemon to get hurt. He didn't know, but he watched her silently as the expressions changed on her face.

When she suddenly presented him with the fruit bowl, the white haired man looked down at it in silence before taking his hand to grab at a strawberry, having favored the delicious red ball. He popped it into his mouth and ate it, but did not reach for anymore. He was enjoying the wine beside him, though not as much as his brother was. His gaze watched as his nephew approached the booth and asked Rhaenyra's favor, slightly amused that he had. He glanced at the girl at her comment, question behind his eye, but said nothing as he turned his attention back onto the pair.

He noticed his younger aunt still standing near the edge of the booth when Rhaenyra approached it, and wondered briefly if the two women were at an odds with one another. It was no mystery who fathered Daerys just like it was no mystery who fathered Jace, Luke, and Joffery. He wondered at times if his sisters had hated each other, in small ways, for things they had done to one another. Aemond pulled himself out of his thoughts at her words, turning his attention to her then his brother as Aegon spoke. "I do not care for them, but today's tournament could prove interesting." He said to Visenya as he turned back to her, ignoring his older brother. Aegon wasn't wrong, but he wasn't just going to say it out front to the girl. He was trying to impress her after all.

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Rila had watched her son approach the booth, just seconds after Daemon left it, and watched as her sister approached and wished him luck. She smiled at her son, soft and sweet like, in an apologetic manner that he couldn't have asked for her favor. Alecor was pleased his aunt had accepted his request, and mounted the wreath onto the side of his saddle behind his thigh instead of ruining it on his jousting stick. Rila had looked at her sister as she spoke to her son, and offered a small smile when she looked at her, leaving her spot and returning to her husband's side.

The white haired woman had not noticed Harwin's jealousy towards her uncle, she had been trying to avoid interacting with her sister as much as possible during their stay, and Daemon was trying to be the center of her attention. He was distracting her from her husband, and it would be a lie if Rila hadn't said it didn't bother her a little. At her husband's words, the woman looked at him as she placed a hand on his knee. "I think so too. Daemon is just...impatient." She said softly back to him.

She remembered fondly the day Harwin had asked her favor, she had been eager to know the man for a long time, and she had happily accepted his request. It hadn't been long afterwards that they had married. She watched their son fondly as he turned back towards his side of the field and waited for his turn. Rila had seemed to be keeping an eye on her uncle though, as he knocked his opponent to the ground and engaged in a one on one fight. She had to tear her gaze away to look at her husband at his hushed words, a smirk on her lips.

"You speak of naughty things to be," She had not said anything when he said he would speak to their son after the tournament was over, for she agreed it would be a good idea. There some conversations a son and his father had to have, though Rila could give her own advice. She seemed to enjoy the idea of his words, as she squeezed his thigh lightly. The woman would let him take her as many times as he wanted, she would never deny him herself, she couldn't. Rila worshiped Harwin in the same way he worshiped her.

She watched the man with their daughter, listened to his words, and smiled lightly at the sight. At the sound of Daerys calling her name, Rila seemed to soften her features and reach to touch the babe's cheek. She happily took her from Harwin as she watched her husband, smiling still at his words. "Maybe our next child will say daddy first." She loved how gentle he was with their children. She happily turned her attention back to the arena, bouncing Daerys in her lap, her hand resting on Harwin's thigh in a subtle possessive manner.