The wrong brother

The Triumph of love- vengeance cut short.

Aemond kicked down the doors to your chambers to find you weeping on your bed, face in hands. The broken glass crunched under his heeled boots. He blinked in shock at your condition and moved to check the other rooms, sword drawn.

"Where is the craven? Is he here? I will kill him!"

You could hear Aemond opening the clothing cabinets and checking under the future heirs cots in the other rooms.

"Aemond. I'm ok, really. It just hurts a little."

He stormed back into your bedroom and his face mirrored your own anguish. He dropped his sword to the ground and rushed to sit at your side.

"I will do the hand maidens work tonight, my love. When they get here I will send them away and bathe you myself. If there is anything else you need, just say the word." He kneeled before you and brushed your hair behind your ear.

A sweet sensation fluttered in your chest. If only your husband was as protective and chivalrous as Aemond. You gave him a tender smile as he brushed your damp cheeks with his thumbs.

There was a knock at the door and your guard addressed you.

"The hand maidens you requested, your grace."

"Leave us! The Queen is in my care now." Aemond yelled carefree at the implications of him bathing her.

The hand maidens left without a word to you, their incoherent whispers disappearing down the hall.

Aemond helped you to stand from your bed and covered you with a gown. He stripped the stained sheets from the mattress and threw them in a wicker basket to be washed the next morning.

When the water over the fire had come to a boil he poured it into the tub and ran cold water with it. As the bath filled he searched your linen cabinet for fresh sheets and made your bed.

You had never seen sheets so straight and wrinkle free. You hobbled over to the sword he had forgotten about, thinking you could do him this one favour after all he's done for you. The display cabinet you leaned on gave an awful screech against the tiles and slid away from you, sending you to the floor.

"Ahhh!" You screamed when something teared inside you.

"Helaena!" He dropped the quilt and rushed to your side. You bled again from your maternal wounds and you noticed shiny, blue speckles in the red pool beneath you. You picked one up... A dragon scale.

Aemond threw off his long sleeved, silk shirt that would surely stain. He leaned down to help you and saw the very same. He stared in horror as you reached your fingers inside yourself to feel for more. They had to be the cause of your injuries.

"Helaena... Maybe you should let the maesters-" he uttered.

"Ahhh! There's more... They have to come out now!" If you healed around them, they could mame your brothers and any future healthy babes you might have. You pulled at one, the size of a penny and threw it in disgust.

"Hel, what can I do? Can I get the Maest-"

"No bloody Maesters! Please just help me." You held your feminine lips wide open and he kneeled down with a lantern to peer inside. Be it from the pain or embarrassment, your legs shook wildly.

Aemond placed a hand on your left thigh to steady you and plucked a scale from your lips. You glanced at him occasionally but never for long out of shame. A grave expression of concern for you, never left his face.

"How did the Maesters... How did Aegon not notice this brutality?" He ran his thumbs over your stretched lips, feeling for any sharp bumps. He pulled out 8 more from inside you after closer inspection. When he was sure all were gone he washed the blood from his hands and helped you to your feet, resting your arm over his shoulder.

The bath was steaming in the cold air and warm to the touch. Aemond swooped you up in his arms.

"This might sting." He warned, before slowly lowering you into the water. The stinging was short lived and the warmth soothed your wounds. Aemond kneeled next to the tub and scrubbed gently at your shoulders.

"Hel. I want you to know, I'm sorry. I don't think we should try again. I couldn't do this to you again." He leaned back and turned his good eye away from you.

The bath waters rocked back and forth when you sat up.

"We must, Aemond. You know the unwavering truth of my dreams. They have all come to pass. I will not birth Aegon's children to see the realm burn."

"I'm sorry, I can't." He choked back at a lump in his throat.

The Prince stood and mopped up the puddle of blood with a towel. He plucked his sword from the floor and sheathed it, leaving the room without another word.

You sank to your ears in the water. He hurt you, it was true but you survived and thought yourself harder for it. You couldn't take the chances with Aegon's seed.

You needed Aemond's juices and if he wasn't going to fuck you, maybe you would have to fuck him.