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Aemond let out a heavy grunt. Since (Y/n) had been teaching him, this tended to be his usual position, on his back in the dirt, looking up at the sky. He had been getting better; but the annoyingly slow progress and the fact that it was always he that found himself in the dust of the training arena, was testing his last nerve. Not that he didn't like it when the beautiful, younger Cole was sat on his chest pointing her sword at him. But still.........

"You are letting your frustrations get the better of you, prince. It has less than a full cycle of the moon that I have been here. You cannot expect to learn everything in such a short period of time. It will come, I promise; but it will take a little longer. Some things cannot be rushed." (Y/n) said, as she came to stand over him, offering him her hand. A part of Aemond tempted to refuse it, to show her that he didn't need help or pity. But he was not about to turn down the chance to touch her, even if it was only her hand.

Since she had taken a role as his teacher, Aemond had found that he had been unable to spend any time with her, despite his best efforts, other than when they were practicing; and even then, they were usually not alone. Ser Cole always there; Aemond not sure whether the Kingsguard was keeping an eye on him, or on his sister. But today, and much to Aemond's delight, he had found that the older man was nowhere to be seen. (Y/n) informing the prince that the queen and Aegon, had called on him.

"Frustration at an inability to do something, is only going to make things worse. And as with many other things, it could get you killed if you allow it to get the better of you on the battlefield......" (Y/n) continued, as she held his hand in hers, and pulled him from the floor. Aemond staggering forward slightly, as he missed his footing; only to find himself wrapped up the younger Cole's arms, instead of landing face first back in the dirt. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as he found himself face to face with (Y/n). The prince sure that he could feel her heart pound against him, as her hold on him continued. Her breath fanning across his skin, as her eyes looked into his.

From the moment that she had taken the helm from her head that first day, he had seen that she was exquisite. He had known that he had wanted to get to know her better, and perhaps see the form that lay under the well-fitting leather armour. But now, with her being as close to him as she had ever been, he just didn't want to see the body that was under the armour, he wanted it beneath him as she called out his name in ecstasy. He wanted to feel himself buried deep inside her, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back. He wanted to hear her gag on his cock, as he grabbed at the back of her head and pushed himself as far down her throat as he could get; until his seed left him and coated her mouth tongue and throat. Kissing her passionately, after she had swallowed everything.

"Perhaps we should take a few moments........" (Y/n) finally said, as she slowly released him. The images of her begging him while she was on her knees and in his bed, sadly dispersing at her words.

"We have been practicing for some time. Some water and a few moments to gain your composure, and we can try again, if you wish.........." She continued, before making her way over to a small table, upon which a jug and two glasses sat. Aemond joining her and taking a seat on the able, as she handed him his drink.

"Tell me about yourself." His words coming out as more of an order than he had intended it too, as (Y/n) sat next to him.

"I mean, you have been here for some time, and all I know about you is that you are Cole's sister, and you can fight with a sword unlike anyone I have known. So.......tell me more about yourself......please........." Aemond continued. (Y/n) finishing off her water before placing her glass back on the table.

"There is nothing much to say. If you know anything of my brother, you will know that I am from a minor house of the Dornish Marches that is in service to House Dondarrion. And that my father was the steward at Blackhaven. Yet while Criston could become a soldier and learn to fight that way; I was forced to be a maid to the lady of the house. Yet that was not what I wanted for my life; so, I would beg my brother and any other soldier or sellsword that came to Blackhaven, to teach me how to fight. And even though I do say so myself, I proved to be a bit of a natural with a blade. When Criston went to fight in the border conflict with Dorne, I followed him and the other. Managed to keep my identity to myself, until I helped with the razing of two of the watchtowers along the Boneway. My helmet knocked from my head as I fought. And whereas my brother was knighted for his efforts by Ser Arlan when we got home; I was punished for leaving Blackhaven without permission. So, when he made his way to Kings Landing in hopes of proving himself, I left too. I wandered for a while, picking up work here and there, and then met an old sellsword by the name of Karron Mallister. He was a good man that didn't mind that I was a woman, and he took me under his wing. We fought together until he passed to join the gods not long before I received the message from Criston, to come to the capital........." (Y/n) explained. A heavy sigh leaving her lips. Aemond having to confess that he was even more impressed by the younger Cole, now that he knew that she had actually fought. And if he were to have a woman by his side, then he would want it to be her.

"Now........." She continued, as she jumped off the table.

"If you want, we can carry on and see if this time you can stay on your own two feet." (Y/n) added with a wink, as she picked up her sword and then made her way back out into the arena. A broad smile making its way onto the prince's lips, before he quickly joined her.