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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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 5 Years Later,
I had all of an hour before my surprise was ruined. If Elaena woke up and found my side of the bed empty, she'd know my plans instantly.
My smart girl.
Adjusting the flowers in the glass vase I take one last glance over the tray of her favorite jams and fruits, even sneaking in a few desserts. For if my song desired a sweet start to her day who was I to deny her on her name day?
"You've done well, brother! She'll love it," my sweet sister sneaks up from behind me, her reassurance much needed.
"Thank you, Hel. She'll love the flowers, but did you get the-"
She answers my questions before I manage to get the words out, holding out a carefully wrapped box.
I smile fondly at Helaena in thanks, pressing a chaste kiss to her temple.
"Sent from the gods you are, sister. Give Rhaenyra my thanks, we'll be meeting you both for lunch in the courtyards,"
"Aemond, promise me you'll visit Mother soon. She's been asking for you,"
My body goes rigid at the mention of my mother. I clear my throat to speak past the lump in my throat, busying myself with the food on the tray.
"How is she?"
"She's doing as well as expected. Just... promise me?" My sister gives my arm a squeeze, her soft gaze pleading.
Taking a deep breath I nod, knowing in my heart I should visit my mother. It'd been months since she'd even seen her own grandchildren.
She's done this to herself.
She's lucky to be alive.
Not long after I executed my Grandsire was my mother faced with the decision of either kneeling for our Queen Rhaenyra or facing the same fate as her Father.
I and Elaena expected my mother to deny Rhaenyra to her grave, but no later did my mother courtesy before the Iron Throne in front of hundreds of lords and ladies of the court swearing allegiance to the true heir my father had intended.
Making a quick getaway I creep through our chamber door, peeking inside before taking quiet steps to her bedside.
Elaena's long blonde hair had grown even whiter over the years, splayed across the pillow with her bare back facing me, the sheet draped haphazardly over her waist.
Unable to resist I place the tray down quietly on the bedside table, kicking off my boots onto the floor.
Careful not to frighten her I crawl into bed beside her, placing soft kisses along her arm.
However Elaena doesn't stir from her deep slumber until she feels my teeth nibbling at her soft skin, leaving a trail down her thigh.
"Hmm," she purrs beneath my mouth, scooting back against my body in search of me.
