ACT II — CHAPTER V
Gʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ Tʜᴀɴ Dᴜᴛʏ

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Myra did not have to wait long for Aemond's letter.

It had been three days since they had returned from Stonedance, and Myra was filled with an intense feeling of shame. Kissing Aemond had been wrong — if anyone would have seen, she would have tarnished her name as well as her mother's. However, given the opportunity to go back and change her actions, she probably would have kissed him again. So, she was left with overwhelming shame.

Myra's shame had taken a negative effect on her mood, and it did not go unnoticed by Rhaenyra. She knew her daughter well enough to know when something was bothering the girl. The problem was figuring out what was the issue.

The second day after they had returned from Stonedance, Myra was working on her studies in the library on her own. This stood out to Rhaenyra, as Myra hated working on her studies, even more so on her own. So, when Rhaenyra got word of her daughter's actions, she went to the library to meet her.

"Did you enjoy the tourney?" Rhaenyra asked, sitting down in the seat across from Myra.

Myra, who was lounging across her chair with an open book in her lap, shrugged, "It went as all tourneys do. Too much senseless violence for me, but Jace, Rhaena, Baela seemed to enjoy themselves, as did Elinda. Lord Massey was quite happy to see her again."

"I never liked tourneys much, either," Rhaenyra agreed, "All it does is show that men are eager to fight."

Myra flipped the page of her book, "I do not understand the eagerness to spill blood."

Rhaenyra folded her hands over her stomach, eyeing Myra closely.

"Jacaerys and the twins told me that you gave Aemond your favor," she stated, "Rhaena was very excited to give every detail."

The Velaryon girl immediately tensed. Rhaenyra did not miss it.

Suddenly, Myra closed her book and sat up in her chair. She rested her hands on top of the book, looking down at them as she spoke.

"Are you angry with me? For giving him my favor?" Myra asked.

Rhaenyra's brow scrunched in confusion, "Of course not. Why would I be?"

"Is the answer to that not obvious?" Myra questioned, finally meeting Rhaenyra's eyes, "All that happened at Driftmark, the wound has never healed for anyone. Jace hates when I speak with him. I assumed you would feel the same."

"I see," Rhaenyra hummed, a small smile growing on her face, "Did you know I once gave my favor to Ser Criston Cole in a tourney?"

Myra's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"

"Really. I would have been Luke's age at the time," Rhaenyra told her, "Is that what has had you so upset? The idea that I would be mad at you for granting your favor?"

Her daughter sighed and bit her lip, "I just don't want to do something that would make you hate me."

"There is nothing in this world that could make me hate you, my darling," Rhaenyra said immediately, reaching forward and grabbing Myra's hand, "Why would you even think that?"

"You cannot say that when you do not what I could do," Myra replied, blinking back tears, "What if I do something that is so unforgivable that you can't even stand to look at me?"

"That could never happen. There is nothing you could do that could make me hate you," Rhaenyra said sharply, "What happened at Stonedance? What has happened to make you think like this?"

"Nothing," Myra answered quickly, holding her mother's hand in both of her own, "Nothing happened at Stonedance. My mind has just been wandering lately. I do not wish to speak of it any longer. I am sorry for mentioning it at all."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, my darling," Rhaenyra assured, smoothing Myra's hair, "If something is truly bothering you, you would tell me?"

Myra nodded, "I would."

Myra felt bad lying to her mother. But it wasn't like she could tell her that she had kissed Aemond Targaryen, she had very much enjoyed it, she very much wanted to do it again, and that she felt much shame for all three.

On the third day, to try and clear her mind, Myra went flying with Lucerys. Arrax had finally grown large enough for Luke to ride in the past few months, so he had been taking to the skies very often, and Myra always went with him if she had the time.

It had been a tumultuous three days on Dragonstone. Along with Myra's own dilemmas, they had found out that Baela would be leaving to ward with Rhaenys on Driftmark. It had hit all of the children hard, knowing that their group would not be whole, but it seemed to be taking the biggest toll on Rhaena, who had never lived without her sister, and Jace.

Myra and Luke found solace in getting out and flying around the island. Since Myra had returned from Stonedance, they had flown each day, for hours on end. Sometimes they would race one another (Myra would always win — her dragon was significantly larger, so it was never really fair), or they would just glide through the clouds, appreciating the scenery and one another's company.

When they returned from their flight, Myra and the dragonkeepers removed Maekar's saddle and he took off into the sky while Arrax went deeper into the Dragonmount. The brother and sister walked back inside, thanking the dragonkeepers for their help.

"Your Valyrian is quite good," Myra told Luke as they walked through the halls, "Far better than Jace's. I do not know what his issue is."

"I am not anywhere near as good as you," Luke said, taking his gloves off.

"Well, I have three years on you, so I think that's an unfair comparison," Myra replied, "Who knows, in three years you could be far better than I — what are you doing here, Joff?"

Joffrey was barreling down the hall towards her, as fast as his little legs could take him. The sight of him springing down the corridor made Myra and Luke burst into a fit of laughter, but Joffrey didn't care as he wrapped his arms around Myra's waist.

"Aren't you supposed to be in your studies?" Myra teasingly asked, ruffling his hair.

"I am," Joffrey said, "But Maester Gerardys was looking for you, and I offered to look. Anything to get out of learning philosophy."

Myra's brow scrunched in confusion, "What does Maester Gerardys need me for?"

"A letter came for you."

Myra froze. It was Aemond's letter, the one he had told her to look out for — it had to be.

"Why don't you escort me to him?" Myra said. Joffrey nodded excitedly.

"You as well, Luke," Joffrey said, one of his hands holding Myra's and the other reaching out for Luke.

The three of them walked down the corridor, Joffrey swinging his older sibling's arms as they went. Myra felt a knot churning in her stomach, but she did her best to ignore it as Joffrey tried to convince her and Luke to skip down the hall.

Joffrey led them to the maester's quarters where he claimed Maester Gerardys had told him to bring Myra. When they arrived, Gerardys smiled brightly.

"I see you found your sister, my prince, and picked up one of your brothers, as well," he stated, standing from his stool, "I trust that he escorted you safely?"

"We would not have made it without him. Perhaps Grandsire should put him on his Kingsguard, the fierce knight that he is," Myra joked, ruffling Joffrey's hair.

"The King would be lucky to have him," Gerardys said, grabbing a thick bundle of parchment from his desk, "For you, Princess. It has not been long since its arrival."

"Thank you, Maester," Myra said, taking the letter from his hand.

"Who is it from?" Luke asked, leaning over, trying to see the contents of the folded parchment.

Myra held the letter to her chest, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would! It's why I asked. It's very thick."

"If you must know, I assume it's from Derron," Myra lied, ignoring his last comment, "Why don't you take Joff back to the library, to finish his studies?"

"I don't want to go back!" Joffrey protested, clinging onto Myra's arm.

"I know more than anyone that studies can be dreadful," Myra said, kneeling down so that she was at his level, "But what if I told you that after your lessons we could go flying?"

Joffrey's brow raised as he smiled, "On Maekar? You would fly again? Would Mother let me?"

"Of course on Maekar, who else?" Myra questioned, "He enjoys flights as much as I do, so I know he won't mind going out again. Mother will let you, as long as you're with me."

"Alright, I'll go! I'll come find you when I'm done," Joffrey said, grabbing Luke's hand, "I want to fly on Maekar!"

Joffrey dragged Luke out of the room before he could protest, hitting two of Myra's birds with one stone. She thanked Maester Gerardys once more before leaving the room and retreating to her quarters.

The moment she closed her door, Myra ripped open the parchment. She quickly discovered the reasoning for the thickness of it — there were two pieces of parchment instead of just one.

The first piece was the letter, containing only one short sentence — Meet me here, on the 30th of this month, once the moon has risen.

The second piece was a small map. There were dozens of tiny islands located throughout the Gullet, all too small for anyone to live on for long periods of time. Myra would know, having lived on one herself for three days. On the map was a circle, surrounding an island, the one that Aemond wanted to her to meet him at.

The 30th was the next day. The next night, Aemond wanted her to meet him somewhere where they would be truly alone.

Myra bit her lip, staring at the map. She shouldn't go. Kissing Aemond was bad enough, but it could be written off as a mistake, a lapse of judgement. Going to meet him would be incriminating.

But, Gods, Myra wanted to go. She wanted to see him again, to feel him again.

She was inherently selfish. She had been since she was a child, since she was grateful Aemond had to share in her misery at lessons in the dragonpit. But perhaps the Gods would be alright with her being selfish, if it was only for a little while.

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Finding the island wasn't as difficult as Myra thought it would be.

In fact, nothing about her departure was as difficult as she thought it was going to be. She had dismissed Ser Carden, saying that he should get a good night's rest for once instead of standing outside her door, so she was able to sneak out of her chambers unnoticed. Myra knew the halls of Dragonstone like the back of her hand, so she had no issue going through the corridors in the dark to the tunnel that led down to the beach.

She was lucky that Maekar did not stay in the Dragonmount with the rest of the dragons, so she did not have to face the dragonkeepers.

Myra walked along the shoreline, calling out for him, "Maekar! Māzīs, Maekar!"

It didn't take long for the Cannibal to hear Myra's calls and come find her, just as she had commanded. The dragon landed with a loud thudding noise in front of her, immediately nuzzling her with his snout.

Myra laughed, pressing her forehead to him,
"Rytsas, ñuha zaldrīzes. Issi ao bē syt iā kipagon?"

Hello, my dragon. Are you up for a ride? Maekar growled in response, but Myra knew him well enough to know that it was not one of malcontent.

Myra walked down by his wing, grabbed onto one of his protruding scales and hoisting herself up.

He wasn't wearing his saddle, but Myra didn't mind — after all, he hadn't been wearing one the first time she had ridden him, and those first times after. In truth, she only put the saddle on him because Rhaenyra insisted. But, Myra was fine without it, and Maekar preferred not having to wear one.

Once she was comfortable, Myra commanded for Maekar to take flight, and he did, running forward before taking to the sky.

It was a short flight, and Myra had flown through these waters enough times to know her way around well enough, so the island wasn't hard to find. It also helped that Aemond had beaten her there, and Vhagar, who was on the shore, was impossible to miss.

Myra hadn't seen Vhagar since the morning after Laena's funeral. She had watched the dragon leave Driftmark from her window through tear filled eyes. Back then, she never imagined that she would be here, with a dragon of her own and having reconciled with Aemond. Well, they had done a bit more than just reconcile.

Maekar landed on the beach with a roar, seemingly apprehensive due to Vhagar's presence. Myra climbed down from him, smoothing out her riding outfit when her feet hit the sand.

When she looked up, she saw Aemond walking across the beach towards her. Myra gulped, finding that she could not move, unable to leave Maekar's side.

The Cannibal roared at Aemond as he approached. At first, he didn't seem deterred by the dragon, but then he got too close for Maekar's comfort. He stuck his head out towards Aemond, roaring loudly.

Aemond stopped in his tracks. He held his arms behind his back, leaning so he could look at Myra.

"Are you going to hide away all night?" he called.

Myra bit her lip. She felt very nervous being around him, and she wasn't even near him yet. She worried how she would act when she was.

But she couldn't hide by Maekar's side all night. So, Myra hesitantly walked forward. She watched Aemond carefully as she went.

They were lucky the moon was shining brightly so that they could see one another. He had a sly smile on his face, and the look in his eyes made her uneasy.

"Why so hostile?" Aemond asked once she reached him.

Myra was, indeed, being quite hostile. Her eyes were narrowed as she looked up at him, and she stood stiffly, a ways away from him.

"I wasn't sure if I was going to come," she told him, ignoring his previous comment.

"Why the uncertainty?" he asked, stepping closer to her.

Myra did her best to hold her ground, as if she would show her bravery. Before, she had been certain that she wanted to be here, but now that she stood in front of Aemond, the shame of what she had done immediately consumed her.

"What we did was wrong," Myra stated plainly, "It was inappropriate, and it cannot —"

She inhaled sharply as Aemond reached forward, grabbing one of her braids.

"I like your hair like this," he murmured, running his thumb over the braid.

Myra didn't know what to say. Her hair wasn't worn in any special way, just two simple braids. The only times she ever wore her hair like this was when she was flying or when she went to bed, as it would help keep her curls from getting too matted. It was a very simple hair style, so she didn't see the appeal.

"If you did not want it to happen again, you would not have come here," Aemond said, moving so close to her that he was almost flush up against her, "And do not go on again about it not mattering what you want."

The Velaryon girl took a large step back, her hair falling out of his grasp.

"It was still wrong," she said, "Do you know how awful it has been to face my family? I have betrayed them in the worst way possible."

"Ah, yes, the great betrayal of kissing a man," Aemond seemed to almost laugh, "However will they recover?"

Myra scoffed, shaking her head, "I wish you wouldn't mock me. You know how it is different for me than it is for you. You can flaunt about and bed whomever you want, but if anyone found out that I had simply kissed you, my life would be over. My mother's claim would be weakened, and she would have to displace me as her heir. I could not even blame her for it."

"Do you think of me bedding others often? Do you find yourself wishing it was you?" Aemond teased, that stupid smile on his face.

"That is what you took away from my words?" Myra seethed, not fully processing what he said, "My life could be ruined if anyone finds out, and you choose to mock me more!"

"I am not mocking you. No one is going to find out," Aemond said softly. He walked towards her, reaching up to hold her face in his hands, "The only ones who know are me and you. You are clearly not going to tell anyone, and neither will I. You trust me, do you not?"

Myra looked up at him, her brow scrunching. She delicately grabbed onto his wrists as she nodded.

"Then trust that I will not tell anyone if you do not wish me to," Aemond told her, his thumb caressing her cheek, "See? What you want does matter."

Myra hummed, smiling. He made it so easy for the shame she felt to dissipate from her mind.

Aemond's eye left her, looking at the dragon behind her, "So that is the deadly Cannibal?"

She turned to look at Maekar, leaving Aemond's grasp on the process.

"Deadly is not the word I would use, but yes, that is him," Myra said, biting her lip.

"His name is Maekar?" Aemond questioned, already knowing the answer. When Myra nodded, he asked, "Why such a — human name?"

"Because he is like a brother," Myra admitted, something she had never stated aloud before, "He and I were born together, in a way. He deserves a name a brother might receive."

If Myra had been paying attention to Aemond rather than her dragon, she would have seen the way he was looking down at her. To say the look in his eyes was one of admiration wouldn't be quite right. To say it was one of adoration? That would be more accurate.

When he leaned down to place a kiss behind her ear in order to regain her attention, Myra jumped in surprise. She turned back to him with wide eyes, taking a couple of steps back.

That teasing smile returned, "Do you not like that anymore? Because you quite enjoyed it the other night."

Myra's face heated up at the mention of it. She could talk about the kissing itself without an issue, but Aemond kissing her neck was so much more personal, more intimate. Everytime she had thought about it, which was very often, she would bury her face in her hands or her pillow.

When Myra didn't answer, Aemond sighed and waved her over.

"Come on, walk with me," he said.

Surprisingly, Myra followed him without hesitation. They had almost made it to Vhagar before she had to call back, "Umbagon, Maekar!"

Stay, Maekar! The Cannibal, who had screeched when he saw Myra retreating, settled only slightly.

"Are you not worried about leaving Vhagar alone with him?" Myra asked once they were farther down the beach.

"Should I be?" Aemond questioned, "He seems to listen to you well enough."

"Yes, he listens to me, but no one else. Getting his saddle on and off is always hassle," Myra told him, purposefully kicking sand as she walked.

"You take his saddle off?"

"He does not enjoy wearing it. It's part of the reason why he is not wearing it now. I only put it on him for my mother's sake, but no one will know that I have ridden without one."

Aemond didn't say anything. Myra didn't mind.

They walked in silence, with Myra kicking the sand or staring out at the sea.

She had always loved the sea. Myra wasn't sure whether or not it was because of the Velaryon in her or if it was because she had grown up by the ocean for so long.

Suddenly, she felt Aemond grabbing onto one of her hands, causing her to stop in her tracks and look up at him. Their dragons were out of sight, and they were truly alone.

"They're worse than they were when I last saw you," Aemond remarked, looking at her fingernails. Myra tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was unrelenting.

"I wish you would leave it," Myra muttered. She was humiliated enough by her fingers without Aemond pointing them out every chance he got.

"A bothered week?" he mused, "That is why you do it, is it not? When you're bothered?"

"I don't know why I do it, I just do. I am not going to speak of it any longer," Myra said, growing annoyed.

"I missed you," Aemond said, pulling her closer by her hand.

Myra scoffed, smiling, "It hasn't even been a week since the tourney."

"And that was far too long," he muttered, his free hand reaching up to hold her face. His eye flitted across her face, almost as if he were studying it, trying to memorize it, "You didn't write to me."

"Were you expecting me to?" Myra asked, leaning into his touch.

"Not necessarily. But I hoped."

Three years ago, if someone had told Myra that Aemond would be speaking to her like this, looking at her like this, she wouldn't have believed it. After all, Aemond had been to cruel to her then — he was cruel to everyone, actually, when she thought about it. But he wasn't cruel now. No, now, he reminded her of the boy she used to sit with under the weirwood tree.

"I did not intend for my silence to be a slight to you," Myra told him, "My mind has just been everywhere since Stonedance."

"I'm sure it has," Aemond said, before leaning down and kissing her softly.

Myra wasn't sure if she would ever get used to kissing. It was such a vulnerable thing, to open herself up to another person in this way. If she never got used to it, she at least hoped that she got better — she felt like a proper fool trying to follow what Aemond was doing.

"I missed you, as well," Myra admitted when they finally pulled away.

Aemond smiled, "Even though it hasn't even been a week?"

Myra nodded, "Even though it hasn't even been a week."

As she kissed him again, she silently thanked the Gods for allowing her this, this moment of freedom before her duty became too great to ignore.

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This became Myra and Aemond's new routine.

At least once a week, often times more, the pair would sneak out of their castles in the dead of night and meet on that island. Most nights were spent talking, others were spent kissing, but it never went farther than that. Myra had a duty to remain chaste until she married, and Aemond understood that. It was a silent agreement between them, to know when to stop.

Their leavings in the night were seemingly unnoticed — both of their dragons roamed freely, so no one batted an eye when they took off in the night. Myra kept giving Carden nights off, so no one noticed her slipping out of the castle.

She believed the secrecy of their meetings was full proof. At least that was until she retuned one night, a few months after she and Aemond had started their rendezvous, when she came out of the tunnel from the beach and ran into her brother.

"Gods, Luke. You terrified me," she muttered, her hand over her heart, "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I think I should be the one asking you that," he replied, crossing his arms.

It was true — here Myra stood in the middle of the night in her riding outfit, her gloves still on her hands, while Luke stood in his nightgown, his dark hair tossled as if he had just rolled out of bed (which he most likely had).

"I could not find sleep. I went out for a ride, to clear my head," Myra told him, trying to remain stoic.

Luke looked out the window before turning back to her, "The sun is almost up!"

"Keep your voice down!" Myra hissed, walking over to him.

"How often do you do this?" Luke went on, "Does Mother know? Mother should know if you are sneaking off in the middle of the night."

"No, Mother does not know, and you are not going to tell her!" Myra told him, "Please, Luke, be reasonable. It is nothing to worry about, just a way to relieve some stresses. Can you please, please, keep this between you and I?"

Luke looked her up and down, "This is quite odd, I hope you know."

"I know," Myra agreed, "Let's just go to bed, the both of us."

Myra had found the interaction to be quite humorous, but when she told Aemond of it, he did not share her sentiments.

"He didn't ask you anything else? Such as where you were going?" Aemond had asked when she told him, "He didn't think it odd that you ignored his question about how often you go out?"

"No," Myra answered, not noticing his condescending tone, "All he said was that he had seen me through his window — I suppose I had flown too close on my return."

They sat on the shore together, Myra tracing circles in the sand. She always found these moments with Aemond to be deeply intimate. There was just something so vulnerable about him sitting with her, with his guard down.

"What a caring brother you have," he remarked, "Not even batting an eye at your prolonged absence."

"He did bat an eye. That's why he came to find me," Myra told him, sitting up as she finally noticed his growing malice.

"You grant him too much benefit," Aemond spat.

"It is not a lack of care that led to him stopping his questions, it was his trust in me," Myra said, her nose scrunching in disgust.

"So you exploit his trust?" Aemond asked.

Myra scoffed, "I exploit it for you. Do you think I enjoy lying to them? I do it so I can be with you."

"I know you do not enjoy —"

"I risk everything to be here, with you. I betray my entire family —"

"Please, do not go on about betrayal," Aemond sighed, "It is exhausting to hear over and over again."

When it finally processed in Myra's head what Aemond was saying to her, she could feel tears welling behind her eyes. She stood, planning to go all the way back to Maekar, who was somewhere out of her eyesight, and leave without saying a word.

However, Aemond quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

"Myra," he groaned when she didn't look at him, "Myra, stop crying."

She turned away from him as she wiped away her tears.

Aemond sighed, "I have had a long day, and it is unfair of me to enact my anger on you. Forgive me."

Myra still didn't look down at him as she asked, "Why was your day long?"

"My mother is trying to set me up in a marriage," he answered, looking at Myra's nails.

"With who?" she asked, finally looking down.

"A Tyrell, I believe. I don't care for it," he said, looking up to meet her eyes, "When do you wish to tell them?"

Myra's brow scrunched, "Tell who what?"

"Tell our family about you and I."

"Why would we tell our family about you and I?"

As Myra stood looking down at him and Aemond sat looking up at her, they both came to the realization that they had very different ideas about the nature of their relationship.

"You still plan to marry Derron Borrell?" Aemond asked, recoiling.

"Of course!" Myra answered, "What else would you have me do?"

"Marry me!"

Myra froze. It was the first time he had spoken the words aloud, and it made her stomach flutter.

"I cannot marry you," she said, her free hand moving to gently hold his face.

"Why not?" Aemond asked, his voice earnest.

"My mother would never allow it," Myra told him.

"Your mother can be persuaded, I'm sure," he replied.

"Daemon would never allow it."

"Fuck Daemon. He's not your father, he has no say."

"Fine. Your mother would never allow it."

"I could find a way to change her mind," Aemond said, pulling the hand he was holding closer and lightly kissing her knuckles.

"And how would you do that?" Myra asked, tilting her head.

Aemond shrugged, "Perhaps I should tell her I soiled you. Then they would have to marry us."

Myra yanked her hand out of his grasp, stepping away from him and crossing her arms.

"Do you think yourself clever?" she questioned, glaring at him.

"Very much so," Aemond laughed, leaning back, "Don't give me that look, you know I would never say that. Come on, sit down."

Hesitantly, Myra sat back down next to him, glaring out at the sea, watching as the moonlight rippled on the waves.

Aemond leaned forward so that he could see her face, "How long are you going to be angry with me?"

"For as long as I want to be," Myra stated, picking at her nails.

"There's that word again. Want," Aemond remarked, grabbing her hands so that she couldn't mess with her nails, "What do you want, Myra?"

She turned to look at him, her glare turning into a look of confusion, "In what context?"

"In all of them, I suppose," he said, reaching forward, grabbing one of her braids, "I know what I want."

"What is it that you want?" she asked, her voice soft.

"I want you," Aemond answered without hesitation, "I want to marry you."

"No one will ever allow it. Besides, you and I have duties to marry —"

Myra didn't get to finish speaking, as Aemond brought his lips to hers and kissed her fervently. She immediately gave in, the words she had been saying disappearing from her mind as he guided her down onto the sand.

He moved on top of her, his hands interlocking with hers and one of his knees moving in between her legs. Myra was suddenly very grateful that her riding outfit had pants.

Aemond began to kiss down her neck, knowing that it made Myra very flustered and unable to speak coherently.

"I want to marry you," he said against her neck, "I don't give a shit about my duty, not when it comes to you. My love for you is greater than duty."

Myra's breath hitched at his words. Aemond seemed to notice, as he pulled back so he could see her face.

"You love me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," he told her, his eye flitting across her face, "I think I have loved since before I knew what love was."

Myra inhaled sharply. She pursed her lips, and tears began falling from her eyes.

"What?" Aemond questioned, letting go of one of her hands to wipe her tears away.

The Velaryon girl smiled, and said, "I love you."

Aemond didn't waste another moment after her words before kissing her again. His lips moved fiercely against hers, his knee rising higher. Myra couldn't help but whimper as she felt herself heat up.

"You and I share the blood of Old Valyria. We were meant to burn together," Aemond groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, "Since the day we were born, you and I were meant to burn together. Will you disagree?"

Myra shook her head, breathing hard. Aemond placed more kisses down her jaw, causing her to turn her head away from him.

"Tell me what you want," he muttered, sucking at a spot at the crook of her jaw. Myra squeezed her eyes shut.

"I want — I want you," she gasped, unable to believe she was saying it out loud, "I want to marry you. When — when my mother told me I had to marry, before Maidenpool, I thought of you."

He groaned, "Say it again."

"I want you."

Aemond pulled back, grabbing her jaw and turning her head to face him.

"Then you'll have me," he told her.

Myra's brow scrunched, "But —"

"Do you trust me?" Aemond asked.

She nodded immediately.

"Then trust that I'll take care of it," he said, "I promise not to exploit your trust."

Myra laughed as he leaned down to kiss her again. She removed her hand from his grasp before entangling both of them into his hair, pulling him closer.

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WRITTEN: october 2024
WORDS: 5,513

AUTHOR'S NOTE! hello :) once again i am nervous to publish this because i have very little kissing experience, but I tried my best. this is unedited so i hope myra's thought process makes sense and everything

myra has finally realized aemond has been proposing to her for like three years (took her a little while but you can't hate she's just a girl) and aemond has plans he cannot share because the haters will sabotage him 🤭🤭

the next chapter should be short, but i also thought this chapter would be short and it ended up being 5.5k words so no promises. i hope you enjoyed this chapter!! please vote and comment if you did :)