ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 | 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃

08

Cerys awoke with a sharp pain in her head. She overdid herself with the wine last night. Yet, the moments with Aemond lingered vividly in her mind,as if mere seconds had passed since his lips touched hers.

She threw off the covers and gracefully rose, making her way to the washroom. Staring into the mirror, she tried to erase the intimate moments of Aemond: the way his hand delicately entwined with hers, his heartfelt confession, and the gentle touch of his palms on her face. Snapping out of her reminiscent, she splashed cold water on her face and brushed her teeth before wearing a plain white button-down shirt. The sleeves were too wide, designed for a man, but she had promised her nephews she would spar with them that morning.

"You are late." 

Jace remarked as she approached, with Luke standing beside him, simply observing. Cerys trodded down the steps while still tying the laces of her pants. 

"My apologies, I woke up late," 

She said, grabbing a sword that was displayed in the armory. 

"I wonder why," 

Jace retorted a hint of accusation in his voice. Luke nudged him, urging him to resist his assumptions, but Jace persisted.

"It seems I drank too much wine last night," 

She confessed, still wincing at the persistent headache. while she rolled up her sleeves. 

"Hmm, is that all it was?" 

Jace asked, his eyes narrowing while she eyed him with concern. 

"Are you accusing me of something, Jace?" 

she replied, taking a fighting stance. Jace mirrored her while Luke watched anxiously.

"It's just that--" 

he began, their swords clashing. 

"I saw you leave with Aemond last night," 

Cerys' hearts pounded. No one could know what truly transpired between them. Especially her nephews. 

"He was showing me around the halls," 

she lied, their sparring intensifying.

"Was that all he showed you?" 

He pressed further, 

Images of the previous night flashed in her mind: Aemond's tender kiss, his thumbs caressing her skin. She forced herself back to the present.

"Yes, Jace. Now put it to rest. " 

she demanded, their swords clashing more aggressively.

"or -" 

he hesitated, sparring more fiercely, Luke growing more anxious

"Did he bed you?" 

Cerys seized the moment, tripping Jace and pointing her sword playfully at his chest.