ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 | 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃

09

Once Cerys had awoken, she fought with Aemond's grip, who wanted to remain in bed by her side for however long time could allow them. 

"Must you be so troublesome?" 

She questioned, wriggling in his arms. 

"I am attempting to enjoy the moment" 

He murmured, nuzzling his face into her neck while her back was pressed against his chest. 

"I must get dressed for the day, Aemond--" 

she laughed, his smile warm against her skin. He eventually released her, and she sat up with a sigh of relief

"you must get dressed as well" 

She suggested, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. 

"I would prefer staying in bed with you" 

Aemond replied, watching as she rose from the bed and slipped on her crimson robe. 

"Must you keep that on?"

He asked, tugging on the loose string while she pulled it away from his hand. 

"you had your time to see what you'd wish" 

she retorted playfully, making her way to the washroom to draw a bath. Aemond groaned, reluctantly getting up and slipping into his undergarments.

He made his way to her, watching as she already sat in her tub. 

"Must you go now?" 

She asked as he began clasping his shirt close. 

"I must go bathe and change...I have many tasks for today, I will see you later" 

He replied reassuringly, placing a tender kiss on her forehead and then on her lips. He lingered, savoring the moment as she looked at him lovingly.

"What do you have planned for today?" 

she asked, curiosity mingling with a hint of insecurity.

"I must help Aegon---a favor the queen dowager has asked of me." 

he whispered, his expression serious, as he enjoyed her thumb caressing his cheek.

"Well don't take too long" 

She replied, gently pressing her lips on his, as he deepened the kiss. 

"You must go" 

She whispered, Aemond pressing his lips on her cheek as he bid her farewell. He whispered, his expression serious, as he enjoyed her thumb caressing his cheek.

Cerys met her nephews in the library. Another day of instruction her nephews on a language they all individually struggled with. Still, Lucerys seemed to excel compared to Jace's progress. 

"I cannot go on like this!" 

Jace argued, huffing about while Luke continued practicing. 

"You must remain calm, and continue to practice"

Cerys reassured while Jace took deep breaths. 

"Skoros jāris, muña?"

(What time is it, nephew?) 

Jace paused, glancing at the time before speaking. 

"Nūmāzma sȳndr--"

He faltered, struggling with the pronunciation as she waited patiently.

"Nūmāzma sȳndroma mērī lanta, muña."

(It is nearly half past twelve)

Jace replied confidently. Before Cerys could give positive feedback, a male voice interrupted from behind.