ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

"As a devout feminist I refused to say that you hit like a girl."

Aemond raised his eyebrow, blocking my arm with his own and using his legs for support as I tried too hard not to laugh.

The courtyard was almost entirely empty, by order of my cyclops, and our only witness and companion was Helaena, sitting in the stairs with her sew set in her lap. We ran into her in our way to the yard, and she had almost begged to accompany us, desperately trying to run from their mother's gaze. Aemond had silently fought me, shaking his head and significantly raising his eyebrows, and I had simply shrugged my shoulders, showing him my middle finger before intertwining my arm with my aunt's.

Perhaps he believed something would happen between us in the middle of the yard, already sweating and heavily breathing. But I had no plan to. Nudism was not in the list of things to do in my life. Skinny dipping, yes. But nudism? My mother would have had a heart attack.

"If you try a little harder, you could too."

Helaena chuckled, but the soft sound was quickly overshadowed by the loud laughter of Aegon, leaning his shoulder on the door frame and cleaning away a few cleans of the ale from his chin. He didn't seem entirely drunk, so it was probably his first or second cup. But the day had just begun, and I didn't feel like dealing with his persona in, at least, four or fives hours later.

Aemond rolled his eye, still blocking my punch, and turned his head just the slightest to stare at his older brother. However, he shouldn't have lost focus. I took advantage of his moment of distraction, raising my leg to kick his stomach, and then running to hug his waist from behind, dropping my body backwards with his on top and immediately turning us to leave his face against the sandy ground. My own body pressed his down, with my legs at each side of his hips and my chest entirely against his back, and, since he had woken me up, I decided to return the tease by slightly pulling his hair, bringing my lips to his ears and allowing him to hear and feel my hot breathing.

My uncle swallowed hard, fighting his urge to close his eye, and clenched his jaw as I chuckled still pressed against him. In fact, I rocked my hips against his lower back, eyeing Helaena and Aegon completely oblivious of our interaction, and pulled his hair again, scratching his scalp with the tip of my fingers.

"You are playing a dangerous game."

His voice had deepened, a gravely whisper that rang in my ears and made me unconsciously squeeze my thighs against his hips. And I felt free to smirk when his breath got lost somewhere inside his body after I wetly and briefly kissed the crook of his neck.

"Am I?"

However, I was training, not trying to sexually arouse him. I let go of his hair, feeling slightly bad at the sudden movement of his head, and stood in the right position to kick him again.

Aemond comically stood, cleaning the dust and sand from his clothing, and pointed his finger at me before launching forward with a smirk of his own.

We had decided for a free sword fight, since we both mastered it's art. And I preferred the body to body contact if it was with him, even if he was trying to break my nose with his fist. With my stepfather I preferred swords and knives, and the sensation of his blade cutting my skin. But I was in those days were I craved physical touch, and that kind of training seemed the only right answer.

Even so, and I didn't know how, he had managed to convince me to wear a gown. Well, I did know how. Specially since he had snitched he went to my quarters, informed Ser Erryk on my door that I was to not sleep there anymore, and grabbed my belongings to settle them in his own bedchambers. All of that as I slept in his (or rather said ours, as he mentioned) bed.