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ALICENT, EVER THE ATTENTIVE QUEEN, decided to make arrangements for a family dinner with Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon as a way to acknowledge their return to King's Landing and commence the celebrations for the wedding of Princess Daenys and Prince Jacaerys.
Nothing could be done to alter what had already been set in motion. In spite of her numerous objections, Daenys sat in front of the vanity mirror with a sulky expression on her face, carefully putting on a pair of silver earrings. She was preparing to resign herself to her fate and attend dinner, regardless of the sorrow it would bring.
"Princess Daenys?"
"Yes, Ser Ivar? Is everything alright?"
"Prince Aemond is here to see you," Ser Ivar informed with a neutral tone. "Should I let him in?"
Daenys inhaled sharply before she could stop herself. A chill ran down her spine, reverberating through her limbs. The last thing she needed was to have another argument with her estranged lover.
"Let him in," she murmured feebly.
Aemond opened the door and waltzed into her bedchambers. His white-blond hair had been combed to perfection and he wore an elegant black leather suit, a double belt to carry his sword, and a dark brown leather coat with a silver clasp at the waist. Menacing and handsome, all at once.
Shamelessly, she stared him up and down, her cheeks reddening. "Is the sword really necessary, Aemond? It is a dinner, not a combat."
"A dinner with the Rogue Prince," Aemond stated, scanning her soft features. "You never know."
She sighed in defeat, gazing at her own reflection in the mirror. Aemond sauntered closer to her, standing behind her chair. "What do you want?"
"We have not spoken for days," Aemond observed, his eye dropping to her cleavage. "I wish to know how you fare after our last conversation."
"I do not believe it could be qualified as a mere conversation, but rather a brutal discussion," Daenys whispered through gritted teeth.
Aemond fought the agonizing urge to grab Daenys by the neck and kiss her all over. The memory of her bare body before him, so vulnerable and willing to take him, resurfaced in his mind against his will.
He longed to be deep inside of her, to enter her inner warmth and reach the depths of her core like no one had ever done before. He desperately needed to be sucked in and embraced by her wet heat, filling her up entirely. The way she offered herself to him was scandalous and he should have made love to her when he had the chance.
