DEFILING HONOR - aemond targaryen (DISCONTINUED)

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It felt different. The prince used to get right to it even though he usually didn't hurt her during the act, he did not go out of his way to not hurt her. Except for that first night he saw her. Trembling, resembling an innocent maiden, which she sure was not. He saw the fear dancing in her eyes. And he had to have her. After their first time, he did then decide to ruin her and himself too.

The kisses were tender, the couple took its sweet time savouring each other. Just like she dreamed. His hands did not immediately go to her breasts instead, he caressed her arms, slowly massaging her shoulders, lightly pinching her digits.

The dark-haired girl took his face in her hands, she wanted to feel him. Not just with her lips but with her hands, bust, legs and especially her womanhood. She tugged him towards her, and he happily obliged. The warmth of the golden sand and the moon's shine made the girl shiver. She had goosebumps but she felt as though she was going to erupt like a volcano. That much heat was awaiting release.

The man craved her the same way as did she, it was evident on him. He moved down her neck to kiss her bobbing Adam's apple, then went back up to pay attention to her ears. The two of them were so close to each other, she moaned into his ears while he whispered sweet nothings into hers.

Kiyara couldn't hold back anymore. She tugged at her lover's leather jacket, and when the laces came untied, the jacket was thrown far from the two. The same fate met the beige tunic. As they embraced, tears streamed down the girl's face. They held each other tightly as if they never wanted to let go.

He had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity. His heart was full of joy and relief, as he felt safe and valued.

As they held each other, they both felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over them. It was as if all the worries and anxieties that had plagued them for so long had disappeared in that one simple embrace.

That same night he filled her womb with his seed many times, he also pleasured her with his mouth. The girl returned the favour. The sun was rising on the east side, yet the naked couple laid unmoving next to each other. Nonetheless, they were forced to gather their clothes when Vhagar came back. Before the prince could help Kiyara up the beast, the girl stopped him unexpectedly.

'You have my heart.'And he answered: 'And you have mine.'

The couple went on the same trips for the next three weeks. Every single night a guard knocked on the maid's door and led her to their meeting place. The place changed every night, even though the prince's affection towards the maid was now widely known, Aemond did this out of precaution. He started a war. And he knew that his uncle and his half-sister were planning something.

During these weeks Kiyara was told off often. She was too tired and achy to properly do her duties, which meant she was stuck cleaning latrines as a punishment. One morning two guards were already waiting on the outskirts of the city where Vhagar was known to reside. Aemond's horse reins were held by one of them. The one who sent them there had known all of the details of their dates.

,What?' questioned the prince sharply, when he descended his dragon with his lover holding his hand.

,Prince Aemond, your mother, the Queen Regent, has sent us to you. A tragedy had struck the Red Keep.'

'What tragedy?' his hold on the girl's hand tightened with anticipation.

'We do not know. But something to do with your nephew, Prince Jaehaerys.' In the next moments, Aemond jumped on his horse's back and rushed back to his residence. Kiyara was left there with no choice but to ride with one of the guards. The girl did not blame the prince. He showed her so many times during these three weeks that he cared for her. He now was blinded by dread.

It took them a considerably longer time to reach the King's landing than it took the secondborn, the guards concluded that the girl was not a skilled rider, so they went on at a more comfortable pace.

The guards accompanied her to the servants' main room. When she walked in, she was struck with a view she did not expect. Instead of servants calmly waking up, drinking hot beverages, there they sat, holding each other and crying their eyes out.

'What's happening?' asked the girl silently. Nobody dared to utter the words. 'Where's Elle? And Darla?' the servant in the room started crying anew, Kiyara was then filled with the familiar sense of foreboding. The servant whipped her head to the side from where she heard her name being said. It was Elle. Elle was standing there with red eyes from crying and red hands from blood. The redhead was shaking.

'My dear Darla is dead,' Kiyara felt as if the world was suddenly tipped of balance, she fell to her knees. 'It is all your fault,' declared Cerelle with disdain in her voice. 'That moron of yours, who dares to call himself a prince brought a doom upon us all! It is all your fault for not stopping him. For making him feel like he can do anything to anyone and face no consequences!' 

Kiyara sat there in the middle of the common room, questioningly casting glances at other servants. They did not help her. They did not explain what was going on. They just sat there.

'You looked like you were happily in love these past weeks,' Elle scoffed, 'But you are just a whore. He bought you. And you think he loves you. You are so so stupid.' The redhead suddenly took the dark-haired girl by her arm and dragged her behind her. They were going up so many stairs, the private chambers of the royal family were there, Kiyara concluded. There were so many guards just running around panicking that the two maids mingled between them without much effort on their side.

The pair hid behind the archway leading to Queen Dowager's chamber. And then Kiyara understood. When she peeked from behind the archway she saw the Queen Dowager cradling her only daughter, who was cradling her older son. His head severed from the rest of his body was lying next to her feet.