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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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 I'd spent most of my morning in bed, watching Elaena sleep if that's what you'd call it.
There wasn't an hour she stood still, tossing and turning all through the night until she'd woken us both with her screams sometime after dawn.
How could I leave her? We weren't meant to be apart the gods showed us this but still, I'd made a promise to protect Lucerys.
Once we returned I could only hope these nightmares would cease. She needed her rest now more than ever and my sweet song wasn't getting any.
With not much time to do anything about it, I lean against the door frame watching her fuss over my things.
When she insisted on packing for me I agreed wholeheartedly, hoping it would give her some sense of control over this trip.
"I've never been but I've heard the maesters talk about how erratic the weather can be so I packed you a few different things to choose from depending on the day,"
Fiddling with the overwhelming amount of supplies Elaena had been more than helpful in packing anything I could need while we were away.
I walk up behind her snaking my arms around her waist and rest my palms on her belly.
Pressing a soft kiss to her neck I follow the trail of love bites I'd left the night before up to her ear.
"I fully expect to be home before these marks of mine fade away, my love. If I had it my way I wouldn't need a single change of clothes."
"If you rush things Lord Borros will take offense and it'll all be in vain-"
"Then I'll burn Storms End to ash, simple." I grin into her neck with a light chuckle but with my beautiful wife on edge, she doesn't find it as funny.
"Aemond," she sighs but I just as well enjoy the sound of my name rolling off her tongue.
Turning her so we're face to face I silence her with my mouth, pressing a possessive kiss to her lips and she melts, the tension rolling off her shoulders.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss Elaena's eyes remain shut savoring the bliss shared only when we kissed.
I run a few fingers through her long white-blonde hair and she shifts her weight to lean into me.
"You barely spoke at breakfast this morning. Tell me you won't keep all to yourself while I'm gone," I ask softly, tipping up her chin to look at me.
