ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Aemond Targaryen

The rest of the day went without inconveniences.

We managed to avoid the Queen and the Hand on our way to our bedchambers, since Visenya had heard her voice and had pushed us both inside the closest secret passage in time. I was surprised though, to see how she could recognize my mother's voice even with the loud sounds overshadowing it. But I dared not to ask. I supposed her stepfather taught her that as well as everything else.

She had only raised an eyebrow, as she eyed her belongings still in our quarters, and had dramatically sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. She knew it mattered not what she said, her things were to remain there until she left. If she left.

I couldn't erase the image or her sitting the Iron Throne as she bathed, ignoring her nakedness (with great difficulty) and the quiet murmur as she muttered one of her songs, as I began tracing the picture with expert hands.

I had no plan for her to sit the throne though, less said to fuck her on it. But when the sun had reflected her features, the bastardy version of my own yet still beautiful, and the swords behind her had shone as if they were somehow waiting for her, the words left my mouth before I could process them. I did not regret it though. Great experience. I couldn't wait to repeat it.

And I hadn't lied either. She had a head made for a crown. Her bastard brother had been raised to be the future King, a polite, righteous one. And Nya as the future Lord Commander of his City's Watch, for what she shared. She would be a second Maegor, that was clear. But seeing as the throne did not deny her, as she could lean back after she said it was impossible, made me believe perhaps the Seven Kingdoms needed a Queen. One just like my Nya.

Her face as I kneeled was not to be easily erase from my mind either. She almost seemed like crying, like she couldn't believe I had kneeled for her. Perhaps she believed she was not worthy of the crown. But she was the second in line to the throne, if something happened to Jacaerys, she would sit it. Though, she reneged on Driftmark, I doubted she would not renege on the Seven Kingdoms as well. It seemed unfair, that she could easily say no to ruling over the Realm. And then there was me, silently hating those in line to the throne before me. I never shared that with her though. Her brothers were above me, I knew she would have taken their side if I dared to speak a word against them.

"What is troubling your mind, my love?"

Her words warmed my heart in the blink of an eye. The sweetness she had spoken them, the nickname she had grown fond of, the smile in her lips and the glow in her eyes as I turned to look at her.

She was in our bed, leaning on her side as she read some old book about Aegon the Conquer and his sister-wives. She loved reading, I noticed, specially about our forebears. For a brief minute, since she was so invested in the letters above the white pages she didn't speak a word in almost two hours, I had thought she had fallen asleep. It would not be a surprise though.

She leaned in her elbow, lifting her head to have a proper look of my eye. She was not wearing any clothing, a silent invitation for me to fall into my deepest carnal wishes, and was only covering her body with the thin dark sheets. I had asked for the servants to change them, and Nya's mood visibly changed as she eyed the black color of the new ones.

I knew she missed Dragonstone, and that she hated the color green. So I had made sure to trash all my green clothing away, allowing to stay in my wardrobe only dark ones enough that in certain lights it looked entirely black. I barely worn any color though, so it was not much. Though, it could be a problem her love for that lonely island if I intended to marry her. But knowing Nya, I knew she would fight me to death for us to live there. I couldn't deny her anything, but living in Dragonstone was not on my plans.