The Dragon and the Rose

The Letter*

[Warning- a little of a sex scene]

'Mother,

I have not been happy here in King's Landing. If you have me stay and marry the Kinslayer, I will sail to Dragonstone and take a side in this war. These....These idiots think that they will win this impossible family battle when this will brake the house. Why would you let me marry into a broken house? So that my children can bare the name Targaryen and ride a dragon? Aemond will not be a suitable husband for a Lady of Highgarden. Please reconsider.

Aemma'

She gave the message to Dayna to have to delivered to the ravens. Dayna walked down to give the letter to the ravens. "Dayna is it?" A voice said walking up to her. She turned and saw Prince Aemond. "Yes it is my prince. How may I be of service to you?" Aemond watched the maid, "Lady Aemma's maid yes?"

Dayna watched him, "What is it that you need my prince?" Aemond saw the piece of paper in her hand. "What is that?" He asked. "This is a letter from my lady to her mother."

"Give it to me." Aemond held out his hand. "My Prince, I was instructed-" "You will apart of my household soon. I do not ask for things twice, but I will make an exception today. Now, give. me. the letter." Dayna gave him the letter. He broke the seal and read the letter. Aemond's face turned a bit red in anger. "Where is she?"

"Her apartments." Dayna sighed. Aemond walked fast to her apartments. He was mad, but he had to tread lightly. He wanted her to fall for him, but he also wanted to know why she wrote that and named in Kinslayer. He did not want his future wife to see him as a killer. He wanted the world to know him as a knight and a killer, but he wanted his wife to see him a man that will burn the world for her. He knocked on the door. "Enter." She said.

He walked in. "Dayna can you hand me the dress? I need to go meet with the Queen Mother." Aemma thought it was her maid because no one else had visited her apartments before. Aemond got the dress and went behind the dressing screen. Aemma was putting on her long line bra with some underwear that matched. Aemond's eye widen, taking in what he was suppose to see just on his wedding night from his bride. He had done many things before, but to do those things to his wife? He did not think about. Aemond cleared his throat and Aemma looked at him, shocked he was here. "Prince Aemond..." She took the dress out of his hands and put it around her body. "This is a surprise-"

"Cut the crap, Aemma" Aemond hissed, not only mad about the letter that was still in his head, but annoyed now that he could feel his cock harden at the sight of her. "I read your letter." Aemma's eyes widen, "That was not meant for you! Why would you go around reading letters that were not meant for you?!"

"I read them when it will involve my betrothed." Aemond shouted and stepped closer to her. Aemma stepped back but realized that her back was to a wall. "I do not want you to see me as the kinslayer." His voice returned to normal as he trapped her to the back of the wall. He moved his lips closer to her skin. Her breath quicken at the sudden moves that he was making.

"That still doesn't give you the right-" She stopped in her sentence as she felt his hot breath on the skin of her neck. She did not know what to do in this moment. Aemond couldn't help but get a taste of her. His lips kissed her skin from her collarbone that was exposed to her jaw. Aemma gasped as she felt something different for the first time. She didn't understand what it was. Aemond's lips went to her ear, "I want you to see me as a man that would burn the world for you." Aemond's hands trailed down and moved her dress. Aemma's hands touched his chest. "Prince Aemond I-" She gasped again as she felt his fingers on her thighs. "Aemond." She whispered, "I have never done this.." Aemond rested his forehead on hers, "Then tell me to stop." Aemma looked at his face carefully. "Tell me to stop my little rose." Aemond's lips brushed hers. She moved her hands to his cheeks, feeling that she did not want to stop this. "I can wait until our wedding night." Aemond moved his fingers from one of her thighs to her center and chuckled, "But it seems you don't want to wait."

"Aemond." She gasped and her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation that he was giving her. He watched her and smirked to himself, calling this his victory over her. "Aemma." He purred, "Say my name like that again."

"Aemond." Her forehead rested on his. He removed his fingers from her. She opened her eyes to meet his. With his other hand, he touched her cheek, "I will burn the world for you if you so desire." His lips finally kissed hers. He pulled away and smirked a little then said, "I will be reading your letters from now on, little rose." He walked out the room, leaving her bothered, hot, and mad.

After she composed herself and chose a new dress, she went to the Alicent. Alicent had her try on new clothes with the color green or black. "Your Grace, I do not mean to sound ungrateful, however; my dresses are fine. I do not believe I need new ones." Aemma nodded to the servants to pull away. "Nonsense, you will be a Targaryen princess soon and will need to dress like a Targaryen. Now, we wear greens, but Aemond wears black all the time." Even just hearing his name made her shiver. Aemma nodded then continued with getting the dresses done. She heard someone else walk in. "Ah, my son." Alicent greeted then kissed his cheek. "What do you think of your princess?"

His boots clicked as he made his way towards her. Her breathing was starting to get rapid. Aemond looked at her in the mirror and smirked a little. "I like it mother, however I do love the Tryell style that she has. She shouldn't change it because of us." She raised an eyebrow. The servants pulled away as he walked closer to her. His hands touched her shoulders gently as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek gently. The people in the room were in awe at how quickly they were getting along. Alicent nodded, "Alright my love if you insist." Aemma was excused from him and his mother. She went into her room and fell on the bed in frustration. Dyana bit her lip hard, "so how was the Queen Mother?"  She gave Dyana a look, "I don't want to discuss it."