The wrong brother

A persuasive dragon.

The day of your pre-marital inspection had come. You paced nervously around your quarters anticipating your mother's arrival. You asked her to escort you to the Maesters quarters. You couldn't do this alone.

A knock sounded from your door.

"The Queen Alicent, Princess."

"Come in mother."

She entered and linked her arm in yours.

"Are you excited my girl?" She gave you a rare smile.

"The inspection... Does it hurt?"

"No dear, if you don't count your dignity. They merely open you up and look inside. If all is well, your wedding to Aegon may go ahead."

The two of you left, arms linked, you held your mother tightly. You had not worn any undergarments, as was the tradition of the pre-marital inspection in Kings landing. It felt light, airy and somewhat liberating.

The two of you approached the Maesters office and as you climbed the last set of stairs, you bumped into Aemond. He looked as though he had been caught red handed, his cheeks blushed and his eye fell to the floor.

"What are you up to Aemond? Why are you skulking about?"

Alicent interrogated him.

A sly smile spread across his thin lips.

"I merely spoke to the Maesters of my sister's nerves and asked that they complete this process as fast and dignified as possible. You know well that I care for her."

The Queen seemed unsure if she believed him and just blinked in thought. Your brother continued down the stairs and your mother up, with you in tow. You looked down to see Aemond smiling up at you... and what he could see under your skirts.

The Maesters chambers opened and Maester Orwyle stood at a window rubbing his neck and wiping sweat from his brow. He turned to face you and your mother and cleared his throat.

"Come in princess, make yourself as comfortable as can be." He gestured at the medical slab with elevated foot rests.

You layed down and lifted your skirts above your knees, womanhood open to the world. The Maester inserted a clamp-like apparatus and turned at a mechanism on the side. You felt your hole open wider and wider.

He peered inside you, an expression of concern flashed across his face that he softened before turning to the Queen.

"All is in order your grace. Your daughter's Maidenhead is still intact and she remains unsullied by man." He gulped and patted at his forehead once more.

"Well done my dear. It is over, you did well. You've made your family proud." She congratulated you before turning to speak with the Maester.

"We must be off Maester, we have many wedding plans to discuss. We thank you for your time today."

You lifted yourself from the undignified position and made for the door, a tear running down your cheek. Aemond must've made true on his promise, something Aegon has never done for you. Your heart tore a little, you didn't want to marry the wrong brother. You had to see Aemond again, you wanted to hold him, to thank him, to love him.

"Helaena!" The Queen called out after you, only just realising you had left the room. You picked up your pace, skipping every second stair.

Ser Arryk stood at Aemonds door as you rapidly approached. He swung the door open so you could run in. Aemond must've given him orders to let you in on sight or else he would've knocked for you.

Your brother sat at his battle table stroking his chin and moving chips across a map of Westeros. He looked up at you and smiled. He uncrossed his legs and pat his lap, looking you up and down.

"What did you do to our Maester?" You wrapped your arms around yourself in the shame you still felt from the inspection.

Aemond rolled his eye and tsked his tongue.

"The fool didn't take to an offer of gold so my hands took to his throat. I did it for you, for us." He pulled your hands away and put his hand on your belly.

"For our child. The old man won't breathe a word about us to anyone... We can be sure of that."