The jealous Prince- A horny one shot smut collection.

The one-eyed sword master.

!!!VIOLENCE WARNING!!!

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Desperate times called for desperate measures. You had finally agreed to fly Dreamfire with Aemond and Vhagar into battle. He insisted that you receive basic sword training and who better to teach you than himself.

Since the night he beckoned you for help on your balcony, you had spent every morning and night training with him. The heavy armour was definitely taking some getting used to and every session Aemond was holding back less and less.

The warm, dusk air was thick with fog and dark clouds threatened rain from above. The courtyard was barren, not a soul in sight, save the two of you.

"I thought we would train under the cover of the range tonight brother. It seems it might rain and my ladies put a lot of effort into my hair this morning." You turned to face his unimpressed face.

"Anything can happen in a battle sister. It is best you are prepared for everything." He finished bucking the clasps on his bracers and pulled you by the arm into the open aired training yard.

The long sword you had been upgraded to dragged in the dirt behind you, almost too heavy to lift. Aemond drew his own sword and stood in battle stance, ready for you to attack.

"I- I thought we were still working on my defensive stance and footing..." Your nerves were getting the better of you and your sword hand began to shake. You didn't want to strike your younger brother.

"We must begin your offensive training. The day of battle looms ever closer, sister. Daemon will not hold back when you attack the whore queen's armies with your dragon." He gestured with his free hand for you to strike him.

A lump formed in your throat.

"I don't want to." The tip of your sword rattled against the gravel at your quakes, your resolve breaking under his rage filled glare.

"Then you wish to die by our uncle's hand?" He shoved his sword inches into the gravel and leaned on the hilt. His eye combed over you expecting to find your reasoning.

"I don't want to hurt you brother." Tears bubbled in your eyes when he gave you a mocking smile.

"My sweet, you couldn't if you tried." He challenged with a chuckle.

"But we must work on your technique." He readied himself for a fight once more but snarled when you threw your sword to the ground.

"Then I shan't try. I am not cut out for this Aemond." You turned away from him and made for the castle but he took your wrist and spun you back to face him.

"I am done protecting you, sister. You must learn to look after yourself! By putting a sword in your hand, we have become the target of ridicule. I will not suffer their subversion in vein. You will fight!" He was so close, his breaths tickled at the hairs on your neck.

You tried to pry your hand from his grip but he clung on.

"I will not!" You yelled in defiance.

His eye flashed an anger you had never seen before and he took your throat in his other hand, squeezing so tight your head throbbed.

"You will obey me, sister. I will lead us to victory. Pick up your sword and try to strike me." He threw you to the ground by your sword and you picked it up, coughing for air.

You staggered to your feet and pulled your helmet on. Your face felt red hot, from anger or suffocation you couldn't tell.

"Ahhhh!" you screamed your best battlecry and charged at him but he tapped your sword down and redirected you.