Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 It had only been an hour or two into my dinner with Aemond that we were interrupted, cutting our time together short as I'd come to expect during these times of war.
"Princess, the Queen requests your presence in the throne room. I'm here to escort you."
I take another swig of my wine, and Aemond blows out an irritated sigh from across the small table, reaching out his hand on the aged wood to curl our fingers together in a smaller display of affection, but I crave more, and I have all day.
"I'll be there in just a moment, Ser. Thank you." I grant the young knight a friendly nod, and a light flush comes to his cheeks, closing the door behind him.
Bringing Aemond's hand to my lips, I press a kiss on every one of his fingers, holding the back of his hand to my cheek.
"You should go; I'd hate to give my sister another reason to take my head," he whispers softly, brushing the pad of his thumb across my skin.
"I'm afraid she'd have to give the crown to my brother then. There's no realm where I rule without you by my side, Aemond, and she knows that better than anyone."
I try to convince him, and though he's moved by my words, he's still not convinced his fate is so secure.
When he only hums in acknowledgment, I push away from the table and drape my cloak around my shoulders to shield me from the night draft of the Red Keep.
Slowly, I work at the buttons around my collar and bring my hair back over my shoulder to work it into a quick braid.
Aemond's husky voice approaches me from behind and I'm already feeling his huge hands on my waist guiding me back toward him, "Come here,"
Easing back into his strong arms, he runs his long fingers through my hair, unknotting it carefully while he twists and weaves the locks into something better than I could've created myself.
"There, though I do think I prefer it down," he smiles, pressing his soft lips against the curve of my neck.
Unable to help myself under his expert tongue, I squirm against his kiss, pressing my ass against his hardening desire, my restraint hanging by a mere splintered thread.
"Elaena," he warns low, his voice smoother than the finest of silks, but he only stokes the fire burning just beneath the surface, begging to swallow me whole.
"Don't stop," I beg quietly, leaning back my neck to give his mouth easier access to my prickling skin. "Please,"
My desperation does him in, his fingers digging at my sides as if he's fighting back his own animal, clawing to escape and devour me.
And gods, I wanted to be devoured.
"The Queen awaits you, Princess" he reminds me breathlessly but I couldn't care less at the moment; in fact, I was quite irritated with her at the moment, "Fuck the Queen."
