After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Honor of Winterfell
Vhaela Targaryen
My lips press gently against Aemond's as he leans me up against a nearby wall. He has yet to yield his hold on me since learning of my departure. There was not a time his hand did not touch a part of me. Where his lips had not kissed in the last hours.
As if he was staking his claim on me.
Or rather warding off a certain person.
I lean into his kiss deeply before pulling apart with breathless pants. My gaze flickers up to Aemond as I watch a small smirk begin to form on his lips. I shake my head softly from side to side as I realize he knows exactly what he is doing.
And not the least bit embarrassed.
My hand travels up to his hard chest where I allow it to rest. This would be the first time we would be apart since getting married. We were with each other every second of the day. And now we would be apart.
It would only be for two days at the most, but it still caused an ache to start pulling against my chest. It was hard to remember life before I was married. This was my normal now. Without him, it just felt extremely weird.
I feel both of his hands begin to slowly work their way up the side of my body. Stopping when he reaches the soft curve around my ribs. He gently squeezes causing my mouth to release a soft gasp from the touch.
I feel my hands then begin to grip his tunic firmly pulling him into me closer.
"Don't be too long. I cannot stand to be away from you for too long." I hear Aemond let out softly.
A small smile appears on my lips before I lean up on my toes to place a soft chaste kiss on his lips. I wonder what he would be doing in my absence. My eyes slightly widen as I realize that maybe leaving him would not be the best idea.
Who knows what kind of trouble he will cause?
From the corner of my eye, I spot Dawsin trying to deliberately look anywhere away from our direction. Despite their relationship, I could always count on Dawsin to look after Aemond. So, I return my smile as I look back to Aemond.
I say gently, "I'll be back soon. I won't be too long."
He gives me a hard nod of his before he tells me, "Be careful. Even though you say he is your friend, do not let your guard down."
At his scolding tone, my head shakes softly in annoyance. I did not need to be lectured by my husband. Least of all a husband who just recently lost his temper and killed his nephew. But I hold my tongue and give him a soft pat against his chest.
Aemond then slowly steps away from the wall allowing me to break free from his entrapment of me. I watch his head turn back in Dawsin's direction before he quickly turns back to meet my gaze. My hand moves and falls from his chest as I part from him.
