Dance of The Dragonwolf

A Past Forgotten

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Early 100 AC - Aenar Targaryen

The sound of Daenerys's voice echoed in Aemon's ears as she stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the grand map of Westeros carved into the Table in Dragonstone. With a finger tracing along the expanse of the map, she turned to Aemon and asked, "Do you think this is the best plan, Aemon?" Her voice was calm yet commanding.

A fire was lit under the table, making all the roads and the name of the castles lighten up with a red glow. Her husband and King seemed to escape his thoughts once he heard her words.

"Yes, Dany, once Rhaenys secures Dorne. We will move to King's Landing and crush House Lannister." Aemon answered as he walked up to her with a smile, he gently cupped her face in his hands, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Dany smiled back as they shared a kiss.

"House Martell might not be happy that my child is the first." Dany reminded him as her hand touched her swollen belly; Aemon kissed the top of her head tenderly, his hand caressing her belly, knowing their child was growing inside.

"What they think is not important to us, they might be her family, but Rhaenys loves us more than she does them." Aemon reminded her. Dany had insisted that Rhaenys sail to Dorne and take a small group of Soldiers with her just in case, but Rhaenys had taken Araxes and flown to Dorne, saying she was a Dragon, not a Fish. She had reassured her and Aemon that she would be fine amongst her own family and that she had Araxes in case something went wrong.

They shared a few more passionate kisses, their affection for one another growing stronger by the second. Despite the frigid weather, they were both warmed by the heat of their love. As a gust of wind sent chills down Dany's spine, Aemon pulled her closer to him, his strong arms wrapped around her petite frame. With a mischievous grin, he whispered in her ear, promising to do everything in his power to keep her warm. Dany couldn't help but blush as she looked up at him, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. As they reluctantly pulled away from one another, Aemon's hands moved to the straps of her dress, knowing exactly how to make her feel even more comfortable in his arms. Meanwhile, Dany's hand explored his muscular chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under her touch.

"You know Rhaenys has dreamed that my first will be a boy and hers will be a girl. She said our children will rule Westeros after us." Dany spoke with a smile, barely holding herself from moaning. Aemon could almost picture it. He could see them playing together in a large green field surrounded by colorful flowers. Suddenly the door opened, revealing Missandie.

"Your Grace, ships from the North."

Suddenly everything stopped; Aemon couldn't help but feel a bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep into his very core. The icy air forced his breath out in visible, misty puffs, and he wrapped his arms around Dany in a futile attempt to preserve any heat left in his body. It was as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing his skin, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his flesh was slowly peeling away from the frigid wind. His body could no longer move, and the room was suddenly filled with snow as his eyes looked at Dany, who was still on his arm, a bright purple smile across her face, her skin as pale as snow.