Led By Fiery Passion (currently being revised)

Part 51

Aenyra and Aemond strolled hand in hand through the hidden passage leading to Helena's chambers. He leaned down to kiss her cheek softly, his hand resting gently on her abdomen.

"I can't wait to see your belly swell." Aemond said with a playful bite at her earlobe.

Aenyra laughed and swatted him away. "I highly doubt you'll be so eager when I'm huge and can barely roll out of bed."

"I'm pretty sure I will." he replied confidently, a smirk dancing on his lips. He leaned in to kiss her fully on the mouth, their laughter mingling in the air.

"Playtime later," she said, breaking the kiss with a smile. "Right now, we need to hurry before my parents realize Jace and I are missing."

With a heavy sigh, Aemond nodded but surrendered to her urgency. "It's this one." he said, pointing to a door just a few feet from where Aenyra was about to walk through.

Following behind Aemond, Aenyra collided with his solid back, her nose smacking against him as he stood in the now-open doorway.

"Ouch! My nose! What the hell, Aemond—why did you—" Aenyra began, rubbing her face. But her words died mid-sentence as her eyes landed on Jacaerys and Helaena in her bed, both frozen, expressions caught between shock and horror.

"Oh shit," she breathed, glancing quickly at Aemond, bracing for him to explode.

But to her surprise, he said nothing. His jaw clenched, eyes dark with emotion, before he turned sharply and disappeared back into the hidden passage without a word.

Aenyra hesitated, torn between going after him or confronting Jace and Helena. But as she turned back to the two sitting up in her bed, she couldn't help but laugh. "I knew it!" she exclaimed joyfully before dashing after Aemond.

"Aemond, slow down!" Aenyra called out, trying to catch up. "It's no big deal; they looked happy!"

"He's a basta—" Aemond started, but the look on Aenyra's face made him swallow the rest of the insult.

"He's a what? Go ahead, finish that sentence—I want to hear it! Because, might I remind you, I'm also a bastard." Aenyra said, her anger palpable in her voice and expression.

"I didn't mean—look, he's fucking my sister. I can't help but be a little pissed off about it," Aemond snapped, his voice tight with frustration.

Aenyra arched a brow, then gestured pointedly to her stomach. "Have you forgotten you've been fucking his sister this entire time?"

"That's different—we're married," he replied flatly, as if that changed everything.

Aenyra scoffed. "Right. Just as of last night. Gods forbid they ever feel even a fraction of what we share." Her tone turned sharp with sarcasm. "And let's not forget—Jacaerys accepted us. Don't you think he felt the same way you do now when he found out?"

Aemond let out a heavy sigh, knowing she was right. He stepped closer, resting his forehead gently against hers, his eye closing as he murmured, "I'm sorry."

Aenyra leaned into him for a moment, her fingers brushing his before she pulled back, grabbing his hand firmly.

"It's fine," she said, already tugging him forward. "But we've got bigger things to worry about right now so you're just going to have to get over it. At least for now."

"Yes, ma'am." Aemond replied with a low chuckle that echoed in the room. Suddenly, he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close and planting a quick kiss on the back of her head before releasing her. Aenyra smiled warmly at the gesture.