God's Game | House Of The Dragon

ChapterThirtyFour ~| Aemond the Fierce |~

The doors to the pleasure den burst open, drunken laughs entering the room as a group now entered the establishment, dragging in a newcomer, treating this a sort of initiation.

"Did I....? Did I tell you I came here as a lad?
It's...hm, a little tame", Aegon slurred to the tiny squire boy he had wrapped under his wing.

Side eyeing the boy, Aegon pulled him more into the bowels of the den. "But as good a place as any to get it wet", he sent him a smile as he gestured down to the boys crotch, using a saying he'd told many.

Pulling the shy little boy along Aegon continued to drunkly talk to the boy, as he pulled him more into the depths of the den.

"I know just the tutor for you, my boy", he happily told him, reaching forward to pull open the curtains in front of them in search of said person.

The sight of, one of the many working women of the brothel going down on a dirty looking man entering their vision after Aegon had opened the curtains.

"No", Aegon turned from the horrid sight, stumbling over to the next curtain beside them. "She's worth three times the price", he argued to the squire boy.

Stopping now in front of another curtain next to the one he'd just pulled open, taking this one in his hands and pulling it open, only to be met with more bare skin of two people coupling.

"Oh, gods be good", he shielded his eyes with his hands as he laughed. "Ha-ha-ha!", he turned away, leading the men across the room now.

"That's you!", one of the other Kingsguards cheered, placing his hands on the nervous squires shoulders and shaking him.

"Her name is, er...Sylvi", he hummed unsure at the name on his tongue as he tried to recall said brothel keeper. "Or Selsye or...I don't know something like that."

Finally walking now in the direction of a more private room, having actual walls instead of just a curtain in the main room, it being off to the side and more hidden.

Reaching his hands out to the curtain in anticipation as all the men he'd brought followed after him with grins on theirs faces as the squire boy seemed to close in on himself, Aegon pulling the curtain open and entering the room.

Being met with the sight of two naked bodies lying on the circular bed that the room held, one's back turned to them.

Alarmed at the many footsteps that had entered the room, Aemond sat up and faced the makeshift door only to be met with the sight of his brother and his newly appointed Kingsguard along with a squire boy staring back at him from the entrance with shocked looks.

"Aemond the Fierce!", Aegon boasted through a cackle, snapping from his shock first as Aemond sat up, quickly turning his back on his brother and knights in shame.

The brothel madame, sitting up as well and gathering her makeshift clothes and pulling them around herself at the many eyes now in her room.

"You have come so far", Aegon cooed to his brother, holding his arms out towards Aemond as if he were an adorable baby as he walked forward towards the bed. "And yet you still lie with your very first", he marveled through a chuckle, plopping himself down on the bed behind Aemond.

"Ha-ha! What a fine, sweet thing", he laughed, teasing Aemond who just sat there taking the brunt of Aegons amusements.

He didn't want to give Aegon the satisfaction of knowing that he'd hurt and humiliated him in his usual vulnerable setting.

"Did you fuck her like a hound?", Aegon jested to his brother, indulging in his shame. "Woof!", he barked at him, imitating a hound. "Woof, woof!"

Sylvi was watching the side of Aemonds face with sad eyes, wanting to defend the boy as Aegon continued to laugh at his own jokes which were at the fault of Aemond, though she could not say anything against the King so she would have to bite her tongue.

"You see, I don't not exaggerate", Aegon told his comrades, referring to what he'd told them about his brothers loyalties. "Such is the madams prowess that even now my brother will not sample another", he laughed.

"Only your wife", Aemond spat out lowly not being able to help himself as his anger rose, only Aegon and Sylvi hearing him.

All amusement dropping from his face as he seemed to slightly sober up, Aegon felt his jaw tick at Aemonds words.

"What did you say?", Aegon snarled, daring the usually quite man to repeat himself.

Daring him to defile their sisters honor with his words that only select members in the Realm knew of.

He knew that Aemond wouldn't repeat what he'd said louder for the rest to hear, both of the men knew he wouldn't tarnish Aemmas reputation like that, in a brothel of all places.

"Nothing, Your Grace", is what Aemond chose to say louder instead of what he'd previously said, proving himself and Aegon right.

Breathing heavily for a moment, Aegon then replaced the hard glare he'd been sending to Aemond as he relaxed his face, smiling and laughing again as if nothing had happened.

"Hard luck for your squire, though", Aegon now turned to his knights and the squire boy who was shaking in place where he stood. "As you can see, she...she's now very much occupied", he laughed, sending another tease Aemonds way.

"Your squire is welcome to her", Aemond spoke as he sat up straight, pushing himself up to stand up straight on the bed, laying himself bear to everyone in the room.

Turning to face the men still standing by the curtains, Aemond was quick to defend himself and hide what he'd really been doing here as he spoke.

"One whore is as good as another", he loosely told them, stepping off the bed, still as bare as he'd been born as he waltzed out of the room and pushing past Aegons men.

Leaving behind a betrayed woman as she watched him go, in disbelief that he had said the about her after the countless nights he'd spent in her arms seeking comfort.

He hadn't made a single move to cover himself with his clothes, nor did he for once choose to cover his missing eye, the sapphire glistening against the candles that burned as he walked through the pleasure den.

Head held high with his shoulders back as he forced himself not to hunch over in an attempt to cover up.

A plan forming in his head as he strutted through the brothel with all the confidence he did not have, putting it on for show.

As there was nothing more dangerous then a humiliated man.