Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 35

Aenyra

That night, Aenyra retired to her chambers early—exhausted from the difficult conversation with Cregan and the situation with Aemond and that Baratheon girl.

She felt the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on her chest. Thoughts swirled like a tempest in her mind, each one more troubling than the last. The full moon bathed her room in a silvery glow shining bright through her window but it did little to chase away the shadows of doubt that lingered.

She turned over, trying to find comfort in the sheets, but they only reminded her of Aemond—his touch, the words and promises whispered between them just the night before. Now, the memory felt tainted by desperation and betrayal.

Was he truly with that Baratheon girl?
The mere thought twisted her insides with jealousy and hurt.

Will he come and explain himself?

Or was his silence just his way of dismissing her all together?

The stillness answered her thoughts with an unsettling void, amplifying her feelings of abandonment. She longed for Aemond's reassurance—for him to silence the insecurities that clawed at her heart.

As she closed her eyes, Aenyra tried to imagine a future where clarity replaced confusion. But with each passing moment, sleep continued to evade her, and the ache of longing became nearly unbearable.

Desperate to quiet her racing thoughts, Aenyra swung her legs off the bed and moved quietly to the window. There, she gazed out into the night, seeking solace in the stars that twinkled overhead.
The sound of a dragon's roar echoed through the darkness, resonating deep within her chest—stirring something raw and familiar in her soul.

Cannibal

Aenyra closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the sound to wash over her, feeling it reverberate through her soul. The bond she shared with Cannibal was unlike any other—so deep and palpable it felt as though they were two halves of the same being.

"You're out there, aren't you?" she whispered under her breath, "can you feel my pain?"

The thought wasn't so far off since it was known that some riders and their dragons share such a deep connection that it was said they could feel their riders joy, sadness or pain.

The stars shimmered like diamonds scattered across velvet, each one a reminder of the vastness around her. Yet even their beauty couldn't ease the loneliness that threatened to consume her again.

She took a hesitant step back from the window, torn between waiting for him or seeking him out herself.

"Perhaps I should go to him," she murmured.

Aenyra took a deep breath as she stepped away from the window and walked to her vanity, she ran a brush through her hair trying to make up her mind. she steeled herself. She should find Aemond before the weight of despair could claim her completely.

Deciding to go find him, Aenyra slipped through the hidden passageway, making her way to Aemond's chambers. As if remembering the route like the back of her hand, eventually she stopped at his door. Slowly pushing the door open, she found the room dark and undisturbed—everything neatly in place, untouched. It looked as though no one had been in for quite some time.

She stepped further in, searching for any sign of him. When she found none, she quietly sat on the edge of his bed, deciding to wait.

Minutes turned into hours, and eventually, sleep claimed her. When the first light of dawn slipped through the window, Aenyra stirred groggily, blinking against the golden glow. Her eyes scanned the room—and her heart sank.