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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𝓐𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 The wine washes down my throat but the effects don't hit fast enough, I need more.
Throwing the goblet against the wall the contents splatter staining the tapestry and dripping down to the rug below.
Tessa was gone and she was never coming back. I'd never see her smile, hear her laugh, or feel her body ever again.
She was the one good thing that tethered me to my humanity.
What was left of this black heart of guilt and loneliness desired a quick death so I could join her soul wherever it lingered.
None of my life had been my choice.
My wife, and my children, all purely for the sake of duty and honor, give me a fucking break I couldn't care less about any of that. Nothing I did was enough, not marrying Helaena, and surely not having two children with her.
I'd barricaded myself in my chambers and had all of Tessa's things brought to me. I spent my nights covered with our blankets that still smelled of her, pressing the fabrics of the dresses I'd bought her against my skin.
It's only been a week and already I wanted to burn down the world that remained without her. How was I expected to keep living as if nothing was wrong? As if she was just my whore?
What made my brother's bastard wife any different than Tessa? The only thing that separated them was luck, pure luck that Elaena had been born of my whore half-sister and not some commoner.
I'd driven Tessa to madness, going along with my mother's schemes instead of standing up for my only love, my only happiness and it had been taken from me.
None of this was supposed to happen, my grandfather assured me this would get rid of Elaena for good but all it had done was drive them closer together leaving me with the wounds to bear.
Rumors have been spreading for days that the Princess was expecting but nothing has been confirmed and if it had, I'd hardly know. I couldn't stand the sight of my dear little brother.
Every day he'd come to see me but I wasn't having any of it. Aemond had ruined everything, him and his spoiled whore wife.
Tipping the pitcher back I empty what's left gulping the wine like it's the air I need to breathe. Dropping it to the floor I go for the door, swinging it open to reveal the son of a bitch himself.
Aemond leaned against the wall opposite of me with his arms crossed. Sliding his foot down the stone he pushes himself off to approach me slowly like I'm some wounded animal and in a way, I suppose I was.
"What do you want?" I hiss at my younger brother.
Cringing at my tone, Aemond's blank expression falters, "I have to speak with you about something."
"Well? Spit it out before I change my mind."
Nodding his head he motions towards my room in question. I stand aside fighting the urge to strangle him as he passes.
