The Half Bastard Princess//Aemond Targaryen

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"If he does win my hand I will like for you to know I will cherish him and protect him from any harm as he promised me. In hope we do marry, I would like to use that marriage to bring the house of the Targaryens closer then ever."

"Hear, Hear!"

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The night continues with lots of eating, drinking wine and music. They celebrated the night away in good spirits. Everyone looks so happy in Rhenee eyes and she cherishes the warmth of the moment.

Her mother laughing at what Daemons said as his hand always rested on her swollen belly. His eyes never leaving her as she was a delight to see when smiling and having no worries upon her face.

Jace and Helaena dance as her cousins watched joyfully as they talked amongst themselves and sometimes to Aegon if he looked their way which he seemed glad to be in a conversation.

Luke smiled and laughed has his worries went away since Grandsire made him a legitimate heir to the Driftmark Throne and threaten anyone's tongue who dares speak against it.

Alicent and Otto where in their own conversation laughing away like they did not plan on taking over the throne with Aegon or them calling Rhenee and her siblings bastards.

As much she wants to get along she knew the trail will be bumpy and was willing to work things out once her mother was queen and firmly sit on the throne.

"You seem quite Prince, are you not enjoying the night?" She looked over to Aemond who just sips from his cup.

He looked towards her and gave a simple nod of the head. "I would enjoy the night more if we are alone together in my chambers with your dress on the floor." He whispered for her to hear only.

His hands trailing up her thigh as she blushed shaking her head and removing his hand.

"Careful Prince, as tempting as it sounds you must win my hand."

"Do you still doubt me Princess?"

"Nyke dōrī istin doubted ao, Issa Prince." She says. They way her Valyrian rolls off her tongue made his cock twitch. "Istin ao emagon issa ondos, gūrogon issa naejot aōha chambers gō se moonlight se fuck issa till aōha bāne nūmo dakogon ilagon issa orvorta ēva issa belly swells rūsīr nykeā prince syt ao." She whispered closely to his ear. *I never once doubted you my Prince* * Once you have my hand, take me to your chambers under the moonlight and fuck me till your hot seed runs down my cunt until my belly swells with a heir for you.*

If his family were not here he would have take a Rhenee on the table and fucked her tight cunt all night just to hear her moan, and begging for him to fuck her harder...deeper. He would take her in any position till she was filled with his hot seeds till they drip down her thighs.

His cock twitched at the idea and wanted to taste her once more. They way her legs instantly part for him and her body only responding to his warm mouth.

"Carful," Rhenee says, snapping him out of his daydream.

The servants had brought out a pig to eat and sets it right in front of him as he didn't think much of it till his eye caught Luke trying to hold in his laugh. He narrow his eyes as Rhenee was talking to Helaena that she did not notice her brother making fun of him.