Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Love or Lust

Chapter Eighty-Four~ Love or Lust

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"How long will he be gone." Rhaella sighed, picking at her chicken.

Aemond waited till he had swallowed his food to answer her. "I do not know."

The two of them had been on edge every since Daeron left with Vissera and Gabriel two days ago. They had no way of knowing if the three of them had even made it to Braavos, there was nobody to send word. They didn't even know if there was anyone left fighting for them anymore.

The Baratheon and the Lannister army had not sent any word at all to imply that they were still in support of their King Aegon.

Rhaella supposed that she could not blame them. Aemond and herself had left the capital, Rhaynera had taken the throne. They had abandoned it.

And now she didn't know what she was fighting for. Deep in her heart she knew that her children would never see her face again. Never be held in their fathers arms and hear his stories.

But there was always hope.

She could hope they would come home, and she would hear their laughs again. See them fly through the skies and run through the halls.

But hope was a colour of humanity that she had never liked. It was a metaphor for a lie, and a false sense of life. It was always there way off in the distance, swimming in the same pools as power, wealth and glory. But no matter how fast your horse galloped or your dragon flew, it was never something you could reach.

But she would pretend for now.

"What are you thinking about?" Aemond sighed, reaching for his wine.

Rhaella looked up from her plate and to her husband. "Life, death, love, hate." She said. "You."
Her eyes met his. "I think about a lot of things, a lot of the time."

Aemond studied her, tried to decipher where she was going with her words. "Do you?" He said.

Rhaella nodded slowly. "I do." Something in her was dragging her to him in this moment. Whether it was the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring, or that devilish look in his eye.
Whatever it was, it made her rise from her chair.

Her deep rouge skirts tailing behind her as she walked. She payed when she was to his right, eyes watching as he cut into his beef with a silver blade.

He felt her eyes on him, and he dropped his cutlery and reached for her wrist, pulling her down into his lap so that he could look upon her face.

She was magnificent. Her eyes were mystical, and her hair was bewildering it was that beautiful. Her lips were full and her cheeks tainted in rose, lashes long and thick her brow stern.

And she was all his.

"You know." He said, smirking slightly as he played with a strand of her hair. "If you wanted me to fuck you during dinner, you needed only to ask."

She leant down, till her lip brushed the shell of her ear. "I'm asking now." She whispered, voice soft yet it made a part of him grow hard in wanting.

Aemond rose from his seat, confusing his wife as she hastened to find her balance. But when he looked at her again, his hands going to latch onto her waist she knew he did not plan on leaving any time soon.

Rhaella was lifted onto the table, and she leant back as Aemond leant in, so she could look at him. His eye patch was off, and the chosen jewel of the day was a ruby, one a shade that mirrored her dress. His hair hung around his face, and in this moment he looked at her like a predator watching its prey.