The Realms Rose | Aemond Targaryen / Daemon Targaryen

XXXVII

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After their tryst in the gardens, Aurora had somehow managed to convinced Aemond to let her visit the library before they return to her chambers.

Aemond let her lead the way, still feeling the effects of their little encounter in the gardens. His body was coiled tight with need, and he could tell her mind was on the same track.

"You're a sneaky one, aren't you?" He murmured in her ear as they walked. "Leading me to the library under the pretense of a book hunt."

Aurora feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes at him with an air of mock surprise. "Whatever do you mean, my prince?" She asked, her voice dripping with false bewilderment.

"Can't a lady desire the company of her husband in the library without ulterior motives?"

Aemond chuckled at her attempt to play the innocent maiden. He knew her better than anyone, knew the fiery passion that smoldered beneath her sweet exterior.

"I think we both know you're not here solely for the books, my love." He murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "But I'm more than happy to indulge your supposed interest in literature."

As they walked through the library, their path lit only by the soft glow of candlelight, Aurora continued to feign an interest in the books. She ran her fingers along the spines, plucking tomes at random, all the while her mind was consumed with thoughts of the man looming behind her.

"I'm going to need something to interest me whilst I'm held captive by you." She smirked at him.

Finally, she spotted a secluded alcove, tucked away behind a towering bookcase. With a sly glance back at Aemond, she ducked into the dimly lit nook, beckoning him with a coy smile.

Aemond followed her into the alcove, his eyes dark and intent. He was all too aware of the heat radiating off her body, the subtle scent of her skin filling his nostrils.

"Oh, is that so?" He drawled, prowling towards her like a predator closing in on its prey. He backed her against the wall, his hands coming to rest on either side of her head. "Am I not interesting enough for you?"

Aurora's breath caught as he pressed her against the wall, his body flush against hers, trapping her there with a predatory gaze. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in the taut muscles of his arms as he caged her in.

"You are incredibly interesting." She murmured, her voice low and sultry. "But I find my mind wandering to other, less wholesome pursuits."

Aemond's smirk widened at her words, his eyes darkening with lust. He knew exactly what she meant, and he had no intention of denying either of them what they so clearly wanted. Once he had confirmed it with the maester of course.

"Less wholesome pursuits, hm?" He purred, lowering his head to nuzzle his nose against her neck. "And what sort of pursuits might those be?"

Before Aurora could reply with another enticing response, there intense moment cut short by another presence lurking in the doorway.

Aemond growled softly at the interruption, his hands automatically tightening around Aurora's waist as he looked towards the doorway. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the figure lurking there beside the bookshelves, irritation coursing through him.

Daemon stood there nonchalantly, casually leaning against the shelves. His amused expression and the smirk on his face told Aemond that he had interrupted them on purpose.

"It seems I caught you both in a compromising position." Daemon drawled, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Aemond cursed under his breath, his irritation growing at Daemon's mockery. He knew his uncle all too well; Daemon lived to ruffle feathers and stir up trouble.