The Grey Wolf & The Golden Dragon | Aegon Targaryen II

I'm Yours

Elin

It was nearly sunset when Elin finally left the safety of her rooms and ventured out into the corridors. She needed some kind of distraction from her inner turmoil. After wandering about, eyeing the inhabitants of the keep, an odd thought struck her.

"Have you seen Rickard or Lord Bracken?" Elin asked one of the Kingsguard, merely earning a shrug. She asked again, when Milicent Frey came by, only to be informed that she'd heard the Brackens had gone home.

Without the possibility of seeing Rickard, Elin left the keep for the sanctuary of the gardens.  The sneaking she had become accustomed to with Alysanne at her side felt foreign now that she was alone in the keep. Every step she took felt like an intrusion in the Queen's space; in Aemond's space...

She walked without direction, meandering across the lawns and out into the hedge maze, finding herself back at the water fountain. The last time she'd been there was with Rickard Bracken, but that's not what she was thinking about as she slipped out of her shoes and stepped over the stone ledge; she was thinking about the time she'd been there with Aemond.

He'd taken her hand the moment they were shielded by the hedges but, by the time they arrived at the center of the maze, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. Aemond had pushed her back on that same stone ledge and buried his head between her legs, stroking his tongue over her center again and again until she screamed her completion. Afterward, he'd japed that the entirety of the keep had likely heard her orgasm.

Elin sank down onto her bum in the fountain. The summer heat had stolen most of the water, but the few inches that remained quickly soaked into the sheer material of her gown. Kicking her feet and making tiny splashes, Elin sighed. She missed Alysanne, she missed her so much it made her chest ache. Elin felt like the other half of her was missing. Or, perhaps, no... No, she wouldn't even consider the possibility that it was Aemond's absence making her feel that way.

"El..." She stiffened at the sound of his voice. Fuck... Was there no escape from him? Elin wished she'd remained in her rooms.

"Aemond..." she didn't bother to turn as he approached; she didn't want him to think he was important enough for her to turn.

"Going for a swim?" he teased softly. When she didn't reply, the small smirk he'd offered fell from his face. Elin didn't have to look; she knew him well enough to picture it all in her head.

"What do you want, Aemond?" she finally asked, still refusing to turn her head.

"I heard you've been asking about the Brackens..." he told her as he climbed over the edge of the fountain, bare-footed and took a seat beside her; his sword clinking as he set it on the ground.

"I mean no disrespect, my prince," she said, her tone conveying the exact opposite of her words, "but who I ask about is none of your damn business."

"Oh, but that is where your wrong, love..." he replied, his lip curling back into a sneer. "You see, you've made it my business..." Elin finally glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was glaring at her as he closed the distance between them. "This may have started off as fucking El, but then you stayed..."

Her breath caught in her throat at his words. "You slept in my bed. You slept in my arms. You buried your face in my chest as you whimpered in the dead of night. You let my touch chase the nightmares away. And somewhere along the way, you stole my entire heart." Elin blanched at his words. How many times had she woke him in the night? How many sweet, comforting words did he whisper that she did not now recall? When she refused to look at him, he gripped her around her jaw, forcing her to turn her head toward him. "You're mine, Elin. It doesn't matter that you deny it; you belong to me."