The Death of War

Chapter 45

Visenya loses her patience and decides to figure out what is making Aemond so scared. There is a bit of smut. The gods decide that an appearance is required. I hope you guys like it 🥰

1 week later

Visenya made her way through the secret tunnels, knowing that her parents were aware of what her intentions towards her uncle were, but wanted her to keep a respectable distance for appearances sake. Visenya did not have time for distance or respectability, right now she was terrified and upset. She did not want to force her uncle to wed her, she had believed he loved her and wanted to be with her. She would not force him to wed her if he did not want to, but she was not going to live in that limbo any longer. She would speak to him and make sure everything was clear between them. Once she found out what was wrong she would make a decision and know if she needed to find someone else to wed.

She opened the secret door carefully, making sure that there was no one else present before stepping into his chambers. Aemond jumped when he saw her and looked like he wanted to run away, not that she was going to give him the chance.

"What is the matter with you?" His eyes widened at the tone in her voice. "We have never lied to each other and I would prefer if we did not start now."

"Visenya..." His voice was low, almost like he was talking to a skittish dragon. The glare she sent his way made his mouth snap shut.

"No! I want to know what is wrong with you." She moved closer and was happy when he did not immediately step back. "I have loved you for as long as I can remember and I know you love me too. But if your love for me is not the same as the love I feel for you then it is fine. I will not force myself on you, but at least have the courage to say it to my face."

"It is not that I do not love you or do not want you that way." His voice was now pleading. "You are just so young."

"Why does my age bother you so much?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "I am of age, there are women who are wed much younger than I am. My grandmother was wed when she was three and ten."

"Yes and look how she ended up."

Visenya's eyes widened when she saw the fear in his eyes. The way he talked about her grandmother gave her an idea of what was bothering him. She took another step towards him, a bit less upset that time.

"You are afraid I will die." It was not a question, she now knew what the issue was. "You believe that if we are wed and I get with child I could die, just like my grandmother did."

"Yes, most women who married so young have problems having children or die while giving birth. I do not want to do that to you." He stared at her for a moment, seeming to take in all her features. "I also do not want you to wed me just because you are afraid and believe there is no other choice."

"Is that what you think?" Now she was the one confused, she had believed she had told him what he meant to her. Maybe she had done it wrong. "Aemond, I know I have a choice, I have several choices in fact. I do not want to wed you because I am scared. I want you to be my husband because I love you and I always will. I do not wish to be with anyone else but you."

Visenya moved until their bodies were pressed together. She cupped the back of his head and dragged his mouth to hers. Their mouths touched and her senses exploded, pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts were pressed against his chest as she opened her mouth for him. His tongue dove in, tasting her like she was one of those tarts he loved so much. He tasted of wine, but it was not unpleasant or overwhelming. Her hands traveled over his shoulders before gripping his biceps. His hands moved over her body, touching and squeezing every inch of skin he could find. His hands moved down her back, before he gripped her buttocks and lifted her off the ground.