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AERION SPENT his days locked away in his chambers, only leaving if necessary. It had been nearly two moons since Aelora left. His hatred for his mother hadn't simmered, he still blamed her.
Dramatic, they called him. Perhaps he was, but he missed her. They had spent every waking moment they could with one another, then they were separated, without a goodbye. Gods he hoped she doesn't think he was fine with her departure.
He looked at the note he had written, of course he couldn't send it to her, that was made sure of. But he could still write, and when they meet again he could gift it to her. Is that silly? Perhaps, though he didn't care.
He made sure nobody touched her chambers, leaving it exactly how she had, even if it was empty. It was still hers. She'd stay there again some day. He'd make sure of it.
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Aelora watched as her brothers played amongst themselves, Luke holding a miniature dragon, lifting it as high as he could while humming before he looked over at lora, a tiny grin breaking out on his face. "No!" She murmured, standing from her spot on a bench, putting her hands up in surrender.
She couldn't help but smile as her younger brother giggled, still holding the dragon up he took off in her direction, running straight towards her. "Luke!" She practically shouted as she took off in the other direction, trying to get as far from him as possible. Of course she wanted her little brother to be happy so she often took a part in these silly games but she disliked this one. Specifically since after he caught her, he'd make her carry him wherever he pleased.
Of course she didn't have too, she was older, she could just walk off, but seeing his little smile made her happy. She wished she had an older sibling that would have done this for her when she was his age. Sure she was still a child herself, but lately it felt as though she was an adult, taking care of her 'children' even though they were just her brothers, one of which was her twin.
Aelora let out a breath as she hid behind a wall, hoping to of lost Luke, who might she say, runs way to fast for his age.
"Oh" Jace muttered, now standing in front of her.
Her eyes quickly widened when she realized he was here, she reached up dragging her twin down, covering his mouth when he attempted to let out a yell. "Shh!" She whisper shouted, "Little devil is out there!" She informed, using the twos nickname for their younger brother.
Jacaerys stuck out his tounge, licking his sisters hand so she'd remove it from his mouth. He succeeded as she pulled her hand back, disgust filling her face.
"Gross." She murmured, wiping her hand on his shirt.
"He's coming," The young boy whispered, glancing past the wall, seeing Luke with his little dragon in hand, a smirk plastered on his face. "Run!" He whisper shouted, shooing his sister in the opposite direction, wondering how he got himself thrown into the game. Again.
Aerion and Aelora had been coping in completely different ways.
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"It has been three years, Aerion!" Aegon groaned, rolling his eyes at his brother. "She's not coming back, the least you could do is fuck a whore!" He explained, sticking his hand out towards the maidens, "Of course they're not fun to look at, actually they're rather ugly. Unlike Aelora, she was beautiful—" Aegon stated, drunkly rambling before Aerion stood from his seat, his chair flying backwards.
"Enough." He spat, looking down at his twin, "I don't want anyone who isn't Lora. I won't fuck anyone who isn't Lora. You're right Aelora is beautiful, she's more than that. And she will come back. She's mine, she has too." The boy stated, giving his brother one last look of disgust before heading to leave the room, not before warning the maidens of Aegons words, advising them to leave as he himself did just that.
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"Come on, princess! You've been here three years and haven't let me touch you." A man murmured, his eyes locked on Aelora who was barely paying attention to him.
"No thank you." She repeated, fiddling with the hem of her gown. She wanted to be anywhere but here, yet Daemon wanted her to meet some noble men. Ones in his words that 'Would be good for her to wed' She was only here so that he would leave her alone. She didn't plan on marrying any man who wasn't him.
Silly right? Three years it's been since she saw him, since she heard from him, yet she still yearned for him.
"Come on" The man groaned, running his hand along her leg, trying to slip it underneath her gown.
"Stop!" She snapped, standing from her seat, earning looks from people around them. "Go find some common whore to fuck!" She added, her tone harsh, "Put your hands on me again and I'll have them cut off." She finished, before storming off. Fuck Daemon and his words. She thought to herself.
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That night as Aelora laid in bed all she could do was pray that the Gods would bring her back to the only man her heart wanted. She prayed she wouldn't have to marry some old, ugly, fat man who only wanted to fuck her, and her only job to give him children.
The only person she wanted to give children too one day was Aerion.
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As Aerion laid in bed he let his mind wander too what Aelora would look like now. What she was doing. Was she thinking of him? Had she forgotten him? Did she find another? Was she already wed?
It killed him not knowing. So that evening he prayed. Prayed that she'd be brought back to him.
It's an amazing thing the Gods happened to be listening.
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a/n: Sorry it took me so long to get this horrible chapter out!
I fear Aelora and Aerion are my literal babies, I love them sm 🙁
