LAENYS VELARYON, Lady of the Tides, princess of Dragonstone, youngest daughter of Corlys Velaryon-Lord of the Tides-and Rhaenys Targaryen-the Queen Who Never Was.
No one in all the realms believed that Rhaenys was with child when she announced it pu...
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During the quiet hours of the night, Aemond had seemed to have found himself in the walls of the same brothel he visited the night before. He felt ashamed to ever grace this place again after cheating on his wife when he drowned his sorrows in a vase of wine. However, the feeling of ease by merely being held by another person drew him in without much effort. He made sure to summon the same girl, Montera, who did not care enough to question why she had been called upon once more.
It took two goblets of wine for Aemond to even allow her to touch him, nor fuck him.
According to Montera, he had his eyes closed the entire time. They were tight like he was trying to create a fake illusion with his mind.
Once they were finished, Montera quickly summoned a servant to give her Moon Tea. She sipped the liquid gingerly, and as Aemond had his head rested in her lap, their naked limbs were tangled within one another's. The air was filled with a mixture of laughs and moans from those outside of the room, but, the air here felt rather peaceful to Aemond.
Outside of the room was a crowd of men who were quickly recognized as the King and four of his Kingsgaurd. Who were often described as "Lickspittles".
King Aegon's drunken body clutched a young lad, slightly younger than him. They walked about the brothel, chuckling echoed from Aegon's throat. "Did I, did I tell you I came here as a lad? It's, mm, a little tame, but a good place as any to get it wet," he said, practically shaking the boy excitedly. He chuckled at the sounds of his friends behind him cheering, "I know just the tutor for you, my boy." he said before walking over toward a room and pulling back the curtain.
The very sight of what Aegon saw caused him to stagger back and shut the silk curtain back shut. "Not... um... not that one," he muttered drunkenly before grabbing the boy. Every room they had graced upon was occupied either by a group, or a pair. It was not the thing Aegon was looking for. He walked over to the next room, the curtain was made out of gold silk. "Her name is Silky or Selyse, I don't know, something like that," he said before pulling back the curtain.
His eyes widened at the sight of Montera now caressing Aemond's back, her eyes snapped up. Her eyes met Aegon's and she quickly grabbed her silk robe that lay messily beside her, which caused Aemond to turn to see where she was looking. His eye flickered with embarrassment and he quickly sat up, turning his face away from his brother who let out a hearty laugh, noticing the woman had a scary resemblance to his wife.
He suddenly lept up on the bed, sitting just beside Montera who rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Aemond, the fierce!" he cackled out.
"You've come so far. You cut ties with your bitch wife, yet you'll lie with a whore who looks just like her!" Aegon's eyes brimmed with tears, he could almost not stop laughing. He had finally found something pathetic about his brother! Something he could poke and prod at it till it broke. "What a fine, sweet, touching thing! Did she feel the same as Laenys? Hm? Or was it not as good as the real thing?"
