𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓼 | aemond targaryen

𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮-𝔀𝓱𝓸

Aemond finally broke away from her lips and looked into her eyes as she slammed her back against the table where the book she had been reading earlier was.

Raella was breathing heavily, but she met his eyes and nodded. She kissed him. Carefully first. But Aemond was greedy. He lifted her up like a feather and set her down on the table, still savoring the lazy kisses. He loved her.

Fuck, he loved her.

He cupped her face with one hand and placed the other on her thigh. Between kisses, all they could hear was the loud beating of hearts and their rapid breathing. Her braid wasn't as perfect as it had been when it came. The thong let go and her hair spilled down her back.

Then someone pounded on the door with a fist.
"Princess?! It's already late. It's time to go back!"
Aemond, thinking it was someone else, jumped back. Raella quickly slid off the table and flashed him a smile on the way. Fast. stolen.

And she disappeared leaving him alone with his thoughts.

✿

Raella was getting ready for bed being in a great mood. The maids who were preparing her for sleep noticed this and also smiled as they told what was happening outside.
"Lord Larys reportedly caused a terrible quarrel with the Queen after the wedding committee meeting!"
"We know he offended the Princess and your father Prince in some way, my Lady."
They stopped. The princess got up and walked over to the bed.
"Lord Larys has rather insulted our relationship and that... that I am not Prince Daemon's biological daughter."
Miggs nodded.
"He did a foolish thing, my Lady."
Raella nodded to her.
"I'm going to sleep now. Please rest. Good night."
The maids left saying goodnight. Raella was left alone with her thoughts.

What would have happened if Criston hadn't interrupted them? She turned sideways. No, she preferred to go to sleep.

✿

"Your wedding is next week!"
Raella smiled at her mother in the mirror, who was slowly braiding her hair, sometimes pinning flowers.
"I know."
"What about you and Aemond? I've seen you together a lot lately."
Raella lifted the corner of her mouth.
"We're... Getting along."
They spent a lot of time together, talking and doing other things.

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow with a curious smile.
"Is it?"
"Yes."
The woman shrugged.
"All right."
The princess sighed.
"Yes, our relationship has improved. We talk like people."
"AND? Were you kissing or not?!"
"Mom!" Raella snorted with laughter. "Yes, for your information."
Rhaenyra laughed.

"Sometimes I forget he's my brother and I can go ask him about it."
"I'm begging you, no. I can't imagine it at all."
Her mother burst out laughing.
"Baby, baby. Your wedding will take place in a week. You know that Queen Alicent will insist on producing an heir as soon as possible."
What would he inherit? I will not be the Lady of Driftmark, nor the heir to the throne.-
The woman rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean. Aemond is the second son, but still the son of the King. a prince. Your child will combine Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower genes."
"Sounds serious."
"Because this is serious." Rhaenyra turned her to her side as she finished her work. "Your marriage is to resolve family feuds and rifts."
Rachel smiled.
"Now you scared me."
Her mother stroked her cheek tenderly.

Raella loved her so much. She was always there. It didn't matter if she needed a new hairdo or comfort after the next nightmare. Always. So are her father and siblings. She loved them in a way she didn't understand.

Aemond had always envied her that. He has never experienced unconditional love. He got nothing from his father except duties and troubles.
His mother loved him. But under certain conditions. He was basically the head of the family. His mother came to him in moments of weakness.