Daemon hung back in the shadows, as he caught sight of his niece using the secret passage to leave her room. The Kingsguard on her door, having no idea that the princess was anywhere but curled up in her bed for the night.

He knew where she was going. He had watched her many times before, doing exactly the same thing. But tonight, he knew that he had to do something. That watching her, watching them, was not enough for him anymore. That he wanted exactly what her brother was experiencing.

(Y/n) was betrothed to her brother Aemond. The princess soon to wed her older brother, just like Helaena had wed Aegon. Yet it wasn't Aemond that she had wanted. It was, and always had been Aegon. Despite what she knew of her oldest brother, there was something about him. Something that drew her dangerously to him. That kept drawing her back to him, night after night. It wasn't that she didn't care for Aemond. It wasn't that she didn't care for her sister and didn't want to hurt her. It was just that Aegon, as bad as he could be, was intoxicating. It was as if he had cast a spell over her, and he knew it. The same smile gracing his lips whenever he saw her. Whenever she would make her way to see him. Whenever she would allow him to take her. And tonight, was no different. Her heart was racing, her blood singing in her ears as she made her way to where they would normally meet. Her breath shallow, as she thought about him. About his touch. About all the sinful things that he would do and say.

Suddenly, she found herself grabbed from behind. Her back pushed up against one of the large stone pillars. One hand over her mouth and another finding its way under her skirts. The princess about to scream, before she heard an all too familiar voice whisper into her ear. The voice of Aegon.

"I thought that you weren't coming, my little dragon. I thought you were going to leave me on my own tonight. That you were going to disappoint me." Aegon said, as he finally removed his hand from her mouth. Now using it to pull at the strings on his breeches. The prince desperate to have what he wanted. A laugh leaving his lips, as (Y/n) moaned at his touch. As her head dropped back so that he could better kiss her neck. So that he could kiss her breasts. Her hands reaching up and grabbing his hair, as she felt his fingers push inside her. Aegon biting into her neck, the prince thrilled as another glorious moan left his sisters lips.

He had been angry when he had realised that he would get stuck with Helaena, and Aemond would get to marry (Y/n). Aegon deeming that as a Targaryen without a dragon of his own, his brother hadn't deserved to have (Y/n) either. That as the oldest son, he should have had a right to choose which sister he would wed. But if he couldn't have her through marriage, he would have her another way. He would use the love that he knew that (Y/n) had for him, to his advantage. To show her what a real man could do for her, before she would have to give herself to Aemond.

With a deep grunt, he finally pushed himself inside her. (Y/n) shaking at the feel of him. Trembling as he seemed to get deeper and deeper with every thrust. She couldn't help but groan as she assisted him with undo the strings on her bodice. His teeth nipping and biting at her, as her breasts were released. Both knowing that what he was doing would leave marks. Marks that could be seen by others. Yet neither of them cared. She loved Aegon. She loved everything that he did to her. Everything that he made her feel. Every moment that they spent together in a bed. All that they did against a door, over a table, and now up against a pillar, the only things that she could sometimes think about. The only things that she wanted to think about. The princess not able to wait until the sky had turned dark. Until she could escape her guard, and Aegon could avoid Ser Erryk. Until they could find somewhere to be together.

"Do you like that, (Y/n)?" Aegon grunted again, as he pulled her leg up, so that it rested on his waist. Holding her in place as her other leg joined it. The prince smiling broadly, as he heard his sister moan. As she clawed at the jacket that covered his shoulders. He knew that she was doing her best to stay quiet. To not let the screams, leave her lips. To not attract attention to them, to what they were doing. But that was what he wanted to hear. He wanted her to let the whole of the Red Keep know about them. To let everyone know how good he made her feel. Aegon sure that no matter how many women he had had. No matter how many women he had taken, none was better than (Y/n). None had ever made him this hard. Not one of them had caught and could keep his mind, like his sister could.

"Tell me................Tell me you like it. Tell me that you want it. Tell me that you want me................" The prince growled, as he picked up his pace. (Y/n) taking his face in her hands, before telling everything that he wanted to hear. That she loved what he could do. That she loved how he could make her feel. Her voice getting louder, her breath more erratic, as she felt herself begin to come undone.

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Daemon watched from the dark. He had followed (Y/n) until she had been grabbed by some arms. The brother of the king ready to reach for his sword until he saw that it was his nephew that had taken her. Now he just stood there. Leaning up against the cold stone wall. His hand rubbing firmly over his crotch, as (Y/n) began to moan. Daemon imagining that it was he and not Aegon that was making her make those noises. That was him making her tremble. But he had already determined, that when Aegon had done with the beauty, he would follow her back to her room and this time he would do more than watch.