MATURE CONTENT WARNING – consensual sex

The couple repeated this process every night for a week. When the family finished dinner, the two would run back to their chambers, and Aemond would pleasure Visenya until she couldn't move. It was the same routine every night–sometimes morning–and Aemond never once thought about himself; he wanted only to make her feel good. This morning, the pair lay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing a moment before their day began.

"Aemond," Visenya mumbles from beside him.

"Yes dear?" Aemond hummed, running his finger along her bare arm.

"I think I'm ready," she said, looking up to meet Aemond's gaze.

Aemond stared at his wife, shocked by the words that left her mouth–she was ready. Visenya had been thinking about it for the past few days, and although she was scared, she knew Aemond would ensure she was safe. She stared up at her husband one blue eye, waiting for his reaction and to see if he would deny her.

"Tonight," he said, kissing her forehead, "we will go slow."

Satisfied, Visenya rolled out of bed and began preparing for the long day ahead. With Aemond's help, she dressed in her simplest blue dress, complimenting it with her sapphire betrothal necklace. She refused not to wear it.

Aemond pondered over Visenya's words, 'I think I'm ready'. He was scared. He was afraid he would hurt her or she would refuse him when the time came, and maybe he might upset her, and this would set back their relationship tremendously. He could barely focus on the books in front of him and the words blurred together, creating a jumble of nothing. Aemond let out a frustrated groan and banged his head on the table.

Visenya looked up from the history book she was reading and saw Aemond with his head lying on the table. "My love," Visenya asked, putting the book down, "what's wrong?"

Aemond looked up from the table's wood to Visenya and admired her beauty for a moment. Her long white hair was tied back in a simple braid, the deep blue dress skirt was bunched up around her as she sat on a single couch, the flames from the candles danced in her blue eyes and reflected the sapphire–Visenya looked like one of the fourteen.

"I'm worried," Aemond replied, resting his head in his hands, "I don't want to hurt you."

Visenya looked on at Aemond's worried expression; even though he only had one good eye–thanks to her–she could still read his emotions perfectly. His brow furrowed, his perfect pink lips pouted, and his blue eye looked at her with concern. Aemond may be worried, but Visenya's breath was still taken away by how beautiful he was. The shadows from the candle made his face look sharped, his white hair cascading over his shoulders, and his muscles strained against the fabric of his clothes.

Visenya stood from her place on the couch and walked over to Aemond; she placed her chin on his head and wrapped her arms around him. "You do not need to worry, my love," Visenya mumbled into his hair which smelled of the earth and sea.

Aemond leans back into Visenya's touch, looking up at her and holding her arms tightly like a small boy would. "And what if I hurt you?" Aemond whispered.

Visenya's lips curl into a small smile, "you could never hurt me."

Visenya kissed Aemond's forehead gently, and he closed his eye, letting her comforting aura envelop him. She smelt of lavender and fire, her body was warm, and her touch sent heat radiating throughout his body that made Aemond relax immediately. Visenya felt like home to him, a real home where he could be his genuine self, and he hoped she felt the same way.

Visenya leant forward and rested her head on Aemond's, closing her eyes. She left the rise and fall of his breathing, his finger's stroking her arm to calm her. Visenya had never felt so at peace than when she was with Aemond. The way he held her reminded her of home and made her feel safe yet again–when she was with Aemond, she was safe and at peace.

The couple held each other and let the flickering of the candles consume them. Both felt alive and yet at peace when they held each other. Aemond had never believed he would find such comfort in anyone, let alone the one who took his eye, but here he was, enjoying the comfort of the woman he married so long ago.

Visenya never believed she would find love in a man–Ser Harwin and her mother were the exceptions. She had seen and heard of all the stories about men and their wives, how they would be forced to produce as many heirs as possible. After she had taken Aemond's eye, she knew it would be bitter when they reunited, but now she was finding love and comfort in the one man she didn't think was capable of either.

Their peace is disturbed by someone walking in, and in the doorway stands Aegon. His hair is dishevelled, and the bags under his eyes are deep. When his eyes land on the couple, he feels the same pang of jealousy rip through his chest; he only wants to be loved by someone like Visenya loves his brother. Aegon knew he would be king, so why did Visenya not want him? Aemond was never destined to rule; he was, and yet everyone treated him like one of the smallfolk.

"Dinner will be served soon," Aegon said, breaking the awkward silence.

His mother had sent him to find his brother and wife, but he didn't know why. Perhaps it was to repair the brother's relationship, which was far beyond saving. Aegon knew that Aemond didn't know what he had done to Visenya; if Aemond did, he wouldn't be standing here now.

Aemond felt Visenya's body tense when she saw Aegon in the doorway, and Aemond didn't know why but he had his suspicions. Was this brother the one who hurt his wife? He had never seen them together, and Aegon never took an interest in Visenya. Aemond would have noticed by now if it was Aegon.

The couple left the library and made their way to dinner, hand in hand. There was more chatter at tonight's dinner; everyone seemed more alive. Aegon drank more wine than the rest of the table combined, Queen Alicent and King Viserys sat on opposite ends of the table, the Hand Otto spoke with his grandaughter Helaena about the twins, Visenya drank as much wine as possible to calm her nerves, and Aemond had his hand resting under Visenya's dress while he spoke with his mother.

King Viserys had asked his grandaughter if her mother was well and when to expect a visit from the family–Visenya didn't have the heart to tell him it wouldn't be happening any time soon. Queen Alicent watched as her son eyed Visenya from across the table, and she knew he was thinking about stealing her from his brother. Everyone at the table could see that Aemond and Visenya had grown closer since they returned from Dragonstone, even though it had been just over a week.

Visenya could feel Aemond's finger dancing across her thighs, making her body ache with desire. Aemond's fingers would lightly brush her entrance every now and then, sending chills down her spine–he knew what he was doing. Aemond could see the effect he was having on his wife, he loved every moment of this game and couldn't wait to see her squirm under his touch later.

"Princess Visenya," Queen Alicent spoke, catching the attention of everyone.

Everyone stops what they are doing and freezes. "Are we to be expecting a new babe soon?" She asked, a fake smile on her face. Alicent knew she was asking if their marriage had been consummated yet and if Jaehaerys and Jaehaera's claim to the throne would be challenged.

Visenya sputters on her wine, almost choking, and she can feel Aemond's grip on her thigh tighten. "Uh, no, not yet," Visenya responds as formally as she can.

Queen Alicent smiles, and everyone returns to their meals, however, Aemond knew better. Aemond knew his mother better than everyone, and by her question, he could tell she was up to something; he just didn't know what. Aemond would not let that ruin his night ahead of him, though.

Once dinner was over, Visenya and Aemond quickly hurried from dinner, just like every other night. Visenya giggled as she dragged her husband back to their chambers, and Aemond laughed at his wife's eagerness. Now behind closed doors, the couple didn't hesitate to pull each other in close and kiss each other with animalistic desperation. Visenya moans into Aemond as his hands untie the back of her dress, almost ripping it from her body.

They had become so comfortable with each other that the gentleness slowly dissolved into true hunger. Visenya quickly works on the clasps of Aemond's vest, pushing it away from his body just as her dress falls to the ground and Aemond walks them back to the bed.

Visenya's lust for Aemond grew in intensity as her back hit the bed, and Aemond crawled over her. She could never get sick of his body or touch; she craved it so desperately and wanted more. Aemond's hands ran over every curve on her body, leaving fire in their wake, and she could feel his growing arousal between her legs.

Aemond quickly removes his shirt before he goes back to kissing Visenya again. Her delicate fingers ran over his arms, shoulders and back and sent chills throughout his body; he had never wanted something as much as he wanted Visenya–not even a dragon. Aemond loved feeling her soft skin on his, he loved seeing her body exposed only for him; his worry began to melt away as his arousal grew, and his pants felt too tight.

Visenya loved the feeling of Aemond kissing her, it felt as if she was drunk, and she couldn't get enough of it. Slowly, Aemond pushed the straps of Visenya's undergarments down her arms, exposing her breasts, and she shivered at the cold air. Aemond quickly latched himself onto one of her nipples, starting to suck lightly, and the other hand continued pushing her undergarments.

Visenya unexpectedly sat up, which frightened Aemond. He lightly cupped her cheek, thinking he had hurt her or pushed her too far. Visenya looked into Aemond's wide eye and could see he was scared, to reassure him, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants. "Is this okay?" Visenya whispered, leaning in close.

Aemond stared down at her, shocked at the boldness, and he swallowed his fear giving her a nod. Visenya slowly started to pull Aemond's pants down–she was trying to tease him, and it was working. Aemond let out a low groan as her fingers gently brushed his hard cock. Visenya pushed her anxiety to the back of her mind as she stripped her husband, she knew Aegon would never be as delicate as Aemond, and she knew he would never hurt her. Visenya had to keep reminding herself that she was safe.

Soon, they were both left in only their undergarments. They both stare at each other, taking in the sight of the other. Visenya takes in Aemond's divine beauty, her body growing hot and a wetness pooling between her legs. Aemond stares at Visenya, her curves and rolls perfect to him, and he feels his cock twitch in anticipation.

Aemond pulls Visenya in for a gentle kiss, earning a moan from her before working his way down her neck, making sure to leave a small mark on her collarbone. He drags his kisses down her body, pulling her undergarments off, and then reaches where he knows she needs him most. Aemond slowly licks Visenya's folds, making her moan and tightly grip the bed sheets–he hums in approval.

Visenya falls apart as Aemond works on her throbbing cunt, he had been doing this every night for a week, but she still fell apart at the sensation. Visenya cries in pleasure as Aemond slowly pushes a finger inside her, and a string of curse words leaves her lips. Aemond's mouth sucks on her most sensitive spot while his finger thrusts into her, and she can feel that all too familiar knot building in her belly again.

Aemond felt Visenya's walls clench around his finger, so he pushes in another finger. He looks up at his beautiful wife falling apart at his touch and is pleased with himself. Aemond had never imagined a woman as beautiful as Visenya would cry in pleasure all because of him. "Aemond," Visenya called, her blue eyes making contact with his.

"Keep going," she barely manages to say before her head falls back, and she lets out a loud moan.

Aemond was more than happy to follow her orders and kept going, picking up his pace. Visenya felt her entire body begin to shake, the feeling had built, and now the crescendo came crashing down, taking her out. She cried out in pleasure as Aemond helped her ride out her release and held her close to him.

Visenya's eyes opened to see Aemond hovering above her, and she smiled at him. "Are you okay?" He whispered, cupping her face gently.

Visenya gave a slight nod, and Aemond kissed her forehead. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked, staring at her wide blue eyes.

Visenya lifted her hands and cupped Aemond's face, lightly running her finger across his scar, "I want you."

That was enough for Aemond. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, savouring the taste of strawberries on her tongue. Visenya pushed into the kissing, feeling Aemond's arousal and tasting herself on his lips–she was intoxicated. Visenya dug her nails into Aemond's arms as his hands roamed her body, cupping her breast and behind. The two lazily kissed each other, exploring the other's body and pushing away their anxiety.

Visenya slides her hands down Aemond's waist to the top of his undergarments. Aemond catches on to what she is doing and slowly pushes them off for her; soon, his hard cock is pressing against her wet cunt. They both pull away from the kiss, breathless, and stare at each other. Visenya takes deep breaths as she forces the flashbacks away from her mind and only focuses on the man in front of her.

Aemond watches her intently, waiting for a sign to stop, for her to shove him away, but she doesn't. Instead, Visenya reaches her hand up and loops a finger around the strap of Aemond's eye patch; he grabs her wrists and stops her.

"Let me see you. All of you," Visenya whispers.

Aemond takes a deep breath and slowly releases his hold on her. Nobody had ever seen him without his eye patch, and he was afraid of letting her know what a monstrous face he had. Visenya slowly removed the eye patch from his head, letting out a small gasp as she saw the scar and what now sat where his eye used to be.

Aemond tightly shut his eyes, trying to avoid the humiliation. He felt Visenya's finger brush his scar and would not blame her if she wanted to run. Visenya was amazed at the sapphire that sat in his eye socket, which matched her necklace, but she was horrified at herself for causing this destruction. Nevertheless, Aemond was still beautiful, if not more, without his eye patch.

Visenya leaned forward and kissed the scar lightly, "beautiful." Aemond's eye snapped open at her words, and he stared down at her in amazement–she had called him beautiful. "You are beautiful, my love," she whispered.

Aemond's heart nearly exploded out of his chest; Visenya did not think him a monster. He leaned down and lightly kissed her, full of passion and love. It felt nice to finally be free of his eye patch around her. Visenya's hands entangled themselves in Aemond's hair, enjoying the feeling of not being restricted by the strap anymore; she knew she was ready for him.

"Aemond," Visenya breathlessly whispered, "I'm ready."

He pulled away from her, "let me know if it gets too much." Slowly, Aemond lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in.

He stopped every time he saw the pain on her face. Visenya knew this would hurt, but she had not expected to feel so full when he pushed himself inside. Aemond slowly kept pushing until the base of his cock hit the outside of her cunt, and he was finally all the way in. Visenya took deep breaths to calm herself, letting herself adjust to the new feeling and push the negative memories away.

Visenya could feel the anxiety rising in her again, she was scared, and she could feel the tears wheeling in her eyes. Aemond looked at her and gently held her face. "We can stop; I don't want to push you," he whispered.

"I want to continue," Visenya mumbled, "just please be gentle."

"I will always be gentle with you, my dear," Aemond said, then leaned down and tenderly kissed her forehead.

Aemond didn't move, he didn't dare until Visenya gave him the all-clear, and while he waited for her, he sang a lullaby to help calm her. Visenya closed her eyes, listening to Aemond's words and letting his touch bring her back. She wanted this, she wanted Aemond, and she wanted to bear his children, but her mind was holding her captive.

"Aemond," Visenya whispered, and he stopped singing, "I'm scared."

Aemond's heart broke at her words; he knew she was broken but not this broken. "Visenya," he spoke gently, "you are the strongest woman I know, tell me no, and we can stop right now. I will not push you past your limits."

Visenya opened her eyes to look at her husband. Her body relaxed as he lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb, and his kind eye gave her the reassurance she needed. Visenya leaned forward and gently took his lips in her; as the loving kiss continued, the memories of Aegon's assault on her body slowly melted away until they were no more. "I'm ready."

Aemond pulled away for a second, silently asking if Visenya was utterly sure, and when she nodded, he slowly began moving in and out of her. At first, Visenya gasped at the sensation, shocked at how gently it was meant to be, her eyes never once leaving Aemond's.

Visenya dug her nails into Aemond's shoulders as he picked up speed, and she never once broke eye contact with him. Visenya knew if she closed her eyes, she would only see Aegon in the darkness, which would consume her, so she kept her eyes focused on the man in front of her and the pleasure he was bringing her. Aemond stared deep into her blue eyes, praising her for how well she was doing and how beautiful she looked. This only made both their desire for the other increase.

Aemond's hands continued to explore his wife's body, trying to memorise every inch of her skin with his fingers, and he loved how she felt around him. He could already feel his high coming–Visenya had that effect on him. "More," she whispered, staring at him intensely; her small words made him pick up speed.

The room echoed with the sound of Visenya's moans, Aemond's grunts, skin-hitting skin rippled throughout the room and the light squeaking of the bed. Visenya finally let all her fear go and pulled Aemond close to her body, hitting a new spot within her. Her hands weaved in his hair, her nails dug into his back, and Aemond's scent of fire and sweat mixed together in her nose. She finally closed her eyes, and all she saw was Aemond in the dark.

Aemond buried his face deep in the crook of Visenya's neck, letting the smell of lavender and burning wood consume him. His hands held her waist and the bed as he continued to thrust into her, enjoying the warmth she provided him. Aemond was being as gentle as he could, not letting himself get too carried away by the chance he might hurt her.

"Aemond," Visenya muttered, opening her eyes and looking at him. Aemond looked at Visenya with a worried expression, panic rising inside him. "I love you," Visenya told him, feeling her heart swell as she looked at her husband.

Aemond hadn't expected those words to leave her mouth, I love you. He was afraid she would never love him, that he couldn't be loved, yet here he was. "I love you," he whispered, pulling Visenya in for a deep kiss.

Visenya moaned into his mouth as she felt the knot getting tighter in her stomach for a second time that night. He loved her, and she loved him. Everything about this moment was perfect. Aemond pulled away, panting heavily, and hair stuck to his face, "Visenya," he said through tight breaths, "do you want a child now?"

Visenya was caught off guard by the question, afraid of the responsibility, but she knew deep in her heart that everything would be okay if she had Aemond by her side. Visenya gave a small nod, and suddenly Aemond picked up his pace, making them both moan with intense pleasure. Visenya would soon be with child.

Visenya grabbed Aemond's face and pulled him in close, kissing him with hunger and desperation. Their highs were reaching a peak, and they could barely contain themselves as sharp cries of pleasure and ecstasy echoed through the room. Everyone in the Red Keep most likely knew what was happening behind the closed doors of the chambers.

They held each other tightly as Visenya exploded around Aemond, and he released deep inside her. They held each other tightly, whispering sweet nothings, as they rode out the waves of pleasure together. Aemond fell to Visenya's side and pulled her in close, holding her tightly, "are you okay, my love?"

Visenya did not have the energy to speak; instead, she groaned and pushed her body closer to her husband, looking for comfort. Aemond gladly obliged, pulled the blanket over their naked bodies, and wrapped his wife tightly in his arms. Sleep was easy to come, and they fell asleep holding each other tightly, finally having consummated their marriage after almost two moon turns. They loved each other deeply and would kill for each other; the rivalry that had been building between their families would not affect them, and if it came to war, they would run away to Essos until it was over.