Led By Fiery Passion { Aemond Targaryen}

Part 55

They entered the chamber, Aenyra's gaze wandered across the room, taking in the familiar tapestries and the faded furniture that whispered stories of her past. The heavy curtains still hung by the windows, blocking out the chilling drafts that crept in with the night. She paused for a moment, memories flooding back—laughter with Sara and quiet evenings spent lost in books.

Cregan stepped inside, closing the door softly behind them, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. "It's good to be back," Aenyra admitted, her voice a gentle breath against the stillness.

He nodded, his expression warm but serious. "You've been missed here, Aenyra."

"I've missed being here..." she said, tracing her fingertips along the vanity that once held her belongings.

"I'll have someone bring over some furs. Winter is approaching, and the nights can get deathly cold." Cregan replied as he tossed more logs onto the fire, coaxing it back to life. A comfortable silence settled between them as she wrapped her arms around herself, seeking warmth and solace in the flickering glow of the hearth.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she watched him brush the hair away from his face. Their eyes met, lingering for a moment, heavy with unspoken words. "Can you give Sara my apologies, it's just been a long day and I think I'll just retire for the night."

Cregan nodded in replied, After a heartbeat, they exchanged soft goodnights, and he turned to leave.

Aenyra sat on the edge of the bed, gazing out the window at the night sky. The darkness sparkled with countless stars, and the moon hung low, large and full, casting a silver glow through the room. In that moment, her thoughts drifted to her brothers, and she hoped their journey was smooth, wishing fervently that they would return with good news.

Once changed, she climbed into bed, twisting her ring on her finger, battling an unsettling feeling she couldn't quite articulate. Eventually, sleep enveloped her, her mind drifting off into the embrace of dreams.

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Aemond

It had only been two days since Aenyra left, but already Aemond's mind was consumed with worry.

"Don't fret, Aemond. You knew she wouldn't be able to return right away. There are conversations to be had and decisions to be made before you two can truly be together." Helena said, her voice steady as she continued to knit in her chair while the three children played on the floor with their toys. Aemond picked up Maelor, bouncing him gently on his knee, a smile creeping onto his face at the thought of holding his and Aenyra's child like this one day.

"I know, but that doesn't make it any easier," he murmured, bringing a wooden rattle to the baby. "Have you heard from Aegon? He seems to have gone into hiding since our last talk."

"Maybe he's just hiding from you; ever consider that?" Helena replied with a smirk. "But no, I haven't seen or spoken to him either, he's also not been by to see the children, atleast not to my
Knowledge."

Aemond clenched his jaw. "Fucking bastard, What kind of father is he turning into? He's becoming just like Viserys, but even worse with all his drinking." With a sigh, he gently placed the fidgety Maelor back on the floor, watching as the little one crawled away, oblivious to the tension in the room.

Helena sighed, her knitting needles pausing momentarily. "Language Aemond. It's frustrating, I know. Aegon has always had a tendency to retreat into himself when the pressure gets too high. But you have to remember that there are burdens he carries too."

"Burdens?" Aemond scoffed, his expression darkening. "He's had every opportunity to step up and be the father his wasn't . Instead, he wallows in self-pity leaving you here to raise them alone."