Aemond Targaryen lived to become a weak old man, withering in the cells underneath Dragonstone. One mistake caused a lifetime of pain.
Losing Baelon, was the start to the end of the Hightowers. But it wouldn't be the end of them.
Alys Rivers a wit...
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3 years later
Aemond was alone on the terrace of his bedroom, in his lap was an old book. But his attention was down at the garden, watching Baelon and his sister, both walking side by side. The dark-haired prince wore clothes sent from Dorne, a beautiful blue robe with a very open front, revealing his well-defined chest.
He looked beautiful.
The white-haired male grips the dusty book with white knuckles, leaning forward, his violet eyes darkening as Baelon grabs hold of Helaena's hand, offering a small kiss to the back of it.
He was wooing her.
....
Helaena giggles, "your not very slick nephew, you know he's watching." Helaena teases
Baelon offers her a smirk in return, coming closer. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Baelon whispers softly, eyes hooded as they stare into hers, his lips so close they just barely brush against hers.
Helaena's smile falls to a sad one, shaking her head. "Yes, you do." She answers softly, her lips redirecting to his cheek, backing away.
"I'm married nephew and you don't love me." Helaena says, pulling her hand away.
"You're unhappy, I can make you happy." Baelon answers, her fingers slipping through his as he tries to reach for her. "Maybe, but you are in love with someone else." Helaena says
"Someone I can't have. If we do this Helaena, you will have an heir, we both know Aegon isn't capable of providing you with a child in his state. You've told me many times that he isn't interested or he's too drunk. This will work." Baelon states softly.
Helaena hums softly, stepping closer to him. "What about you Baelon? Are you capable?" Helaena asks, motioning with her eyes making Baelon chuckle, grabbing her hand. "Oh yes." He whispers, leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers.
"Now, push me away and slap me." Baelon whispers against her mouth.
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Aemonds eyes widen as Helaena slaps Baelon across the cheek. His breath halts in his throat, feeling a smile form but he forces it away as Baelon peers up at him.
The dark prince grabs his jaw while flexing it, offering him a smirk.
....
Baelon greets Cahir with a nod, approaching the young knight in training. "Join me." Baelon asks "Where to my prince?" Cahir asks
"The pit, you are overdue a lesson." Baelon states with a small smirk, earning one in return. "Since when have you dressed like such a whore?" Cahir teases, leaving his post to approach the dark-haired male.
"I could have your head for that."
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"You want me to what?" Cahir asks
Baelon sighs, rolling his eyes. "I want you to distract Aegon. It's not very hard. I just don't want him to enter his wife's chambers tonight." Baelon states
Cahir stares at Baelon with a dumbfounded look. "You're insane. Even more insane thinking I'll be able to accomplish such a feat. How do you know if he even enters her chambers, he doesn't seem to be really interested in the princess at all." Cahir says
Baelon hums, twirling the rings on his fingers. "The drunk is predictable, after he comes back from the pubs he goes to Helaena in an attempt to consummate, but he's too drunk every single time." Baelon says, lowering his hand.
"I don't like this Baelon." Cahir says, slowly approaching the prince. "Jealous." Baelon teases, eyes darkening playfully. "That you are sleeping with the princess, yes." He admits with a small nod, tilting his head down to properly meet the prince's playful gaze.
Baelon tilts his head. "Now I'm confused, are you jealous of me or her?" Baelon asks with a small pout, letting Cahir touch him, feeling his metal hands come around his waist. Cahir scoffs. "You are bloody annoying." Cahir sneers, pressing the prince against the wooden wall.
"Is that how you speak to your king?" Baelon asks with a small smirk. Cahir rolls his eyes. "Well, I'm not attracted to him." Cahir replies
Baelon hums, lifting a singular eyebrow, "I would hope not, then I'd question why you're with me?" Baelon asks with a small laugh.
Cahir chuckles, pressing Baelon further against the wall. "Everything is a game with you, isn't it." Cahir asks softly.
Baelon softens. "No not this." He whispers, pressing his palm on the knight's chest.
Cahir pulls away. "You do know that this will one day come to an end." Cahir asks "I do know, but let's not worry about it now." Baelon says softly, slowly he leans forward and he presses his lips against Cahirs.
The knight quickly dominates his mouth and he presses him harder against the wall, letting Baelon remove his metal gloves, their hands interlocking.
Slowly their lips part, eyes watching the other. Cahir brings Baelon's hand up to his lips and he kisses his pulse. "You are beautiful." He whispers, his deep accent sending chills down Baelon's spine.
"You say that to all the princes?" Baelon breaths softly
Cahir smiles, "Just the pretty ones." He whispers, earning a laugh from his lover.
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A/N
It was requested that we get some action between these two so I'll try to create a small storyline that won't affect the main plot. Cahir, in my opinion, is definitely not Criston Cole, while they are both Dornish, their personalities are completely different. Baelon tho is really his mother's son.
