The Grey Wolf & The Golden Dragon | Aegon Targaryen II

Last Chance to Run

Elin

Elin rolled over and shifted between the sheets, only to find herself tugged back against a hard body. A hard body with a rigid cock pressing against the small of her back. The memory of what happened with Aemond the night before hit her full force and she sat up, throwing she sheets off her.

"I have to go, I shouldn't have come here-"

"Like hells..." Aemond growled, gripping her around the waist and pulling her back against the mattress.

"Aemond, if your mother finds out-"

"I don't give a fuck... I'm a prince of the Seven Kingdoms and I command you to stay." Elin couldn't help but smile at his petulant tone as he snuggled against her. "Gaomagon daor henujagon nyke. Avy jorrāelan." Aemond whispered, before his breathing evened out and he was asleep once more. Elin knew what the last part meant, and she swallowed thickly, guilt gnawing at her insides like maggots in a rotting fruit. The feeling was unshakable and, the moment Elin was sure he would not wake, she slipped from Aemond's bed and reached for her nightdress.

As she pulled open the secret passageway, Elin vowed to never let it happen again. She couldn't keep hurting him and he deserved so much more than a girl of no standing who could never love him back. Batting the spiderwebs from her face, she made her way back to her rooms.

Until Alysanne returned, Elin would remain in her chambers; she would take her meals there and would see no one. That would keep them safe, her and Aemond both...

Helaena

Her rooms were too quiet, as they had been of late. Ever since Aegon and Alysanne left the Red Keep, loneliness had settled in the stones of the castle, driving its inhabitants apart. Daeron and Aemond still came to see her, though separately. Elin had come to spend time with her, as well, but her visits quickly became less frequent, before ceasing altogether.

Pushing her silver hair out of her face and rubbing her burning eyes, Helaena tried to focus on her embroidery instead of the foreboding feeling welling inside her chest, threatening to pull the air from her lungs.

Her dreams had grown dark of late, flashes of blood and snow and dragonfire. In the morning, she woke feeling drained, and found herself muttering. The memory of Alysanne's face hovered in her mind, her eyes cold, lifeless, covered in blood... The idea of losing the only sister she'd ever had terrified her. Rhaenyra was of her blood, but they had never spoken more than a few words to one another; her mother had seen to that. And yet... Alysanne had swooped into the keep and embraced her with kind arms and understanding smiles. Most of the ladies of the court avoided Helaena, thinking her odd, but not Elin and Alysanne; she found she rather enjoyed their company.

Sighing, she dropped her needlework and rubbed her burning eyes. Perhaps, if Elin wasn't going to have breakfast with her, she would find one of her brothers...

Torlyn

On the fourth morning of Lady Alysanne's absence, Torlyn realized it might be a long while until she returned. Instead of spending her morning in the servant's quarters, she gathered water, ale, and a tray of food and made for Lady Elin's rooms. The redhead had seemed out of sorts since her lady's sudden departure and Torlyn wanted to help her.

Initially, Torlyn was asked to spy on the girls for the Queen, but as Elin helped Alysanne most of the time, she had little to no information to provide her with. As she spent more time in the ladies' presence, she eventually decided she would tell the Queen nothing. Now all she could do was offer her kindness.