KING'S LANDING
AEMOND
Aemond wondered what psychology was behind watching someone sleep and falling deeper in love with them.
Hira laid naked, her hair spread across the pillows in a halo and the golden light from the windows painted an image of an angel. Aemond was in paradise simply by looking at her. He stroked her cheek, marvelling at the beauty that was his wife.
His wife.
How long had he waited to marry her? Since the banishment, perhaps even before that? He's always known that he was eternally hers, that he would marry her one day.
He smiled, gazing at her with utter devotion. The steady pace of her breathing, the flutter of her eyelids as she dreamt, the plumpness of her lips. Aemond pressed a kiss against her forehead, thanking the Seven their paths aligned all those years ago, back when they were simply children filled with dreams and backward notions of duty and family.
A knock on the door caused Aemond to frown.
He didn't want to leave Hira's side, nor did he want anyone to see his wife naked, that pleasure was his privilege alone.
He slowly retracted himself from her grasp. Not caring for his naked attire, he opened the door, glaring at the interrupter.
The servant takes his nakedness in stride. "Prince Aemond, I apologise for the interruption but the Dowager Queen calls for your presence."
Aemond pursed his lips, then closed the door in the servant's face. It was less of a request and more of a demand, knowing his mother. Most likely they found the trail of dead bodies and reported it to her and his grandfather.
All Aemond wanted to do was bury his head between his wife's legs, bring her to complete pleasure and bury his cock to the hilt, plant his seed in her warm cunt. Perhaps put a babe in her.
He grew hard thinking about it.
The knocking was more insistent this time.
Aemond rolled his eyes, growing irritated.
Hira groaned at the noise as she abruptly woke up. "What is it this time?"
"My mother insists on my presence."
Hira stretched, the duvet falling to reveal perky breasts that Aemond wanted to lick and suck. He stalked towards the bed, taking a nipple in his mouth. A delicious moan left Hira and he grew stiffer. Her hands fisted his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Prince Aemond!" The servant yelled through the door. "I implore you to make haste."
Aemond groaned in frustration, having enough. He detached himself from Hira, covering her with the duvet before throwing the door open with force.
He jerked the imbecile forward by the neck, growling. "You must have a death wish."
The servant stuttered.
"You will wait out here until I've satisfied my wife. If anyone dares attempts to interfere, I will have them hanged outside the castle gates."
The door slammed shut. Hira throws Aemond a sultry grin.
He smirked, before pouncing.
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His mother greeted him with a slap. He was thrown off at first, but he expected such a reaction.
"What have you done, Aemond?" She shrieked. A deep pained look crossed her face. She gripped him by his lapels, repeating her words.
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The Passion of a Thousand Suns | Aemond Targaryen
Fanfic❛❛ Aemond yearned for her, that much she knew. It was a pity duty held a crown over her head, for Hira would have gladly fallen into his desire. ❜❜ - Hira, known to the Seven Kingdoms as Daemon's bastard daughter. In Leng, a Princess, a daughter of...
