Led By Fiery Passion { Aemond Targaryen}

Part 62

Aenyra could hear distant voices in the room, but her eyelids felt too heavy to lift just yet.

"How is she? Is the baby okay?" Aemond's worried voice broke through the haze. She felt a cold touch at her midsection as someone carefully adjusted her tunic beneath her leathers.

"Should we be worried, maester?" Rhaenyra's voice followed, laced with concern.

"No, Princess Aenyra will be fine," Maester Gerardys assured them, his tone professional yet gentle. "She's likely in shock from the news about Prince Lucerys and hasn't been eating properly. The baby is in a crucial growth stage, so it's essential that she rests and maintains a good nutritious diet. If not, this could happen again."

Aemond let out a heavy sigh, feeling the bed dip slightly beside her as he rubbed her stomach gently. She heard Rhaenyra leave the room with the Maester, leaving the two of them alone. The words exchanged earlier were a blur, but the comforting sensation of his large hand tracing shapes along her waist allowed her to relax. Yet, as the memories of what had happened before she passed out flooded back, so did the tears.

"Aemond" she groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open slowly as uncontrollable tears streamed down her cheeks. Aemond rose and took one of her hands in his, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it.

"Aenyra, please, take it easy. If not for me, then for the baby." he whispered, concern etched on his face as he watched her struggle to sit up, only to fall back into silence. She turned her face towards him, unable to hide the tears that flowed freely.

Aenyra wasn't even sure what had transpired for him to be there, but she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude that he was by her side.

"Tell me what happened," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. They sat in silence for a few moments, Aemond bowing his head and resting it gently against the back of her hand.

"Maybe we should wait until you're feeling a bit better," he suggested gently.

"I wasn't asking, Aemond," she retorted, her brows knitting together in determination.

"I don't want to lie to you, Aenyra," he began, a note of vulnerability threading through his words, making her heart race. "The day after you left there was a council meeting, I was ordered to go to Storm's End with hopes of bringing the Baratheons to Aegon's side. Originally, my mother wanted me to marry one of Borros' daughters, I had no choice but to tell her about us. So Instead, I proposed an alternative: Daeron."

She listened intently, her body still as she absorbed every word. "When Lucerys arrived, we were still discussing the offer when he was questioned about what Rhaenyra had proposed. He told them he couldn't wed because he was already betrothed and Borros didn't take kindly to him being sent over empty handed and sent him away. But ever since Lucerys came, I've felt this overwhelming urge to reclaim what was taken from me."

Aenyra's heart plummeted as he spoke. "I followed him out of the tower, and we ended up in a heated argument about you and my eye. Just then, Aegon appeared, taunting me and feeding me doubts that made me momentarily forget my promise to you. Lucerys fled and Aegon and I chased after him. But when I saw Aegon pursue Lucerys on Sunfyre, I realized then what I was doing was wrong. I climbed onto Vhagar and took off after them. I begged Lucerys to land, assuring him I would not harm him. But before he could respond, Aegon emerged from the shadows of a dark cloud and..." Aemond hesitated to finished.

And what..." she began cautiously.

"He commanded Sunfyre to burn him," Aemond said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "He and Arrax didn't stand a chance. I searched everywhere, but all I found were the charred remains of Arrax."