Lie. Lie. Lie. Deny. Deny. Nothing happened. Lie. Think, Elyana. Think. "I-I... Is it? I haven't noticed." She never knew she was such a terrible liar until she was put on the spot by Erryk Cargyll.

"He touched you, didn't he?! He-He laid his hands on you?! That sick one-eyed cunt! I'll kill him. I don't care if I am executed for it! How dare he lay a finger on a woman! What an abusive prick!" Erryk had grabbed his sword and was hurrying down the corridor. So he didn't think it was anything sexual? Great!

But then fear shook her to the core. If Erryk confronted Aemond, surely Aemond would confess to hurting her... during sex. Well and all other times he had choked her for fun.

"No! No! Erryk! He didn't! I mean... he-I accidentally... I accidentally hit him in the head with a tray and spilled food all over him! H-He had a bad day! He apologized!" She called after him, making him stop dead in his tracks to turn around to face her.

"He choked you because you spilled food on him?! Are you serious?" Erryk asked, clearly baffled at the prince's actions. Which were lies, but clearly she couldn't come up with anything better.

"I had it coming... I've been terrible and brazen. I have been rude to him many times." No, she hadn't. But she needed to make this lie believeable.

"He still shouldn't choke you for that! He is a fucking monster. I hate serving him, I hate him." Oh Erryk, you would hate him so much more if you truly knew the nature of the bruises.

"Love... don't fight him, please. If you do, you'll be imprisoned... and then we'll never wed! Please. Don't say anything, remember we will leave for your seat soon." She walked to him and spoke to him in a soothing manner. She needed him to stand down.

"Fuck this bullshit. As your future husband, it is my duty to protect you. I will get us out of this godforsaken castle in a week's time. Two weeks at worst. Trust me." He told her and sighed. He loved her so much. All he wanted to do was protect her.

Elyana smiled at his words, but the smile was not genuine. She hated Aemond, but she didn't want this to be over so soon. Even though she should.

-

"Stop being so petulant, Aegon. I swear mother must have dropped you on your head when you were born." Aemond huffed as he pushed his brother off him once more. "Please let me have her! I'll even pay you! Please!" Aegon pleaded as the two returned on their carriage from the dragon pit.

"You will have her when I am cold in my grave, and even when I am dead I will rise again and stab you just so you can't ever touch her, you moron." Aemond told him bitterly and crossed his arms over his chest angrily.

All Aegon did in their day together was plead for Aemond to let him fuck Elyana. And Aemond was close to losing his shit on his brother. The anger that bubbled inside of him because of the way Aegon talked about the woman that was his made him want to decapitate his brother.

"You fucking cock-block. Why are you being such a cunt? You never care about your servants, why start now?" Aegon groaned and slummed in his seat like a bratty child.

Then he perked back up in realization, "You're fucking her! You must be! I should have known! You never do share your toys, do you?" Aegon laughed sinisterly and nudged his brother.

"I'm proud of you, you twat! Finally taking after my steps... although I really didn't see you for a servant fucker. Thought you were too sanctimonious for it." Aegon laughed, and Aemond rolled his one eye angrily. Why was his brother like this?

"I'll amputate both of my legs before I follow in your footsteps." Aemond spat and he thanked the Gods whenever the carriage came to a stop. Aemond exited the carriage hastily with Aegon trailing behind. And both of the boys were surprised to find their mother awaiting for them.

"Mother..." Aemond greeted the Queen as she approached the two boys. "I have been waiting for the lot of you to be done with your riding. I want to have lunch with the two of you and Helaena." The Queen stated whilst she eyed her two sons. Aemond didn't want to have lunch, he wanted to have Elyana.

"I am busy." Was all Aemond answered his mother, and then shot her a small smile to try and seem kinder. Alicent narrowed her eyes on her younger son, confused as to what had him so busy these last couple of days.

"Busy? Busy doing what?" Alicent asked, arms crossing over her chest as she awaited the answer. "Busy burying himself hilt deep in his maid." Aegon snickered, making Alicent extremely confused. Then realization hit her.

As soon as Aegon saw the murderous look his brother was giving him, he sprinted away from the scene and inside the Keep. Aemond stared at his mother, unsure of what to say. Then he simply turned from her and went into the castle.

"Aemond Targaryen! You stop right there!" Alicent commanded as she ran after her youngest son. He stopped, because he respected his mother, and turned around to meet her fiery gaze.

"What was Aegon going on about?! Tell me it isn't so!" Alicent demanded whilst Aemond pressed his lips together. "Mother, it baffles me you still believe anything Aegon ever says. He was messing with me and you because he is angry I told him to respect my servant." Aemond lied through gritted teeth.

"I am not blind, Aemond. I've seen the way your maiden has been dressing as of late, but I turned a blind eye. Then the jewels she's been sporting around the keep... but yet again I turned a blind eye. And now Aegon says that? It is not a coincidence, is it?" Alicent ranted whilst Aemond simply stared at her nonchalantly.

"So what if it's not?" He shrugged smugly. He didn't care who knew he was fucking his servant.

"Aemond... I warned you to treat that girl right! She has been through hell! She doesn't need the shame that comes with being a paramour. I don't get you servants so that you... act like your brother." Alicent scolded him.

"Trust me, mother. She is being treated right." Aemond replied, not being able to contain the smirk that tugged at his lips. "Her purity being taken, and her reputation being stained is not being treated right." Alicent hissed, making him roll his one good eye.

"You are to take a wife soon! Wait... is she why you've been putting off taking a wife? Don't you dare tell me you have fallen for a maid!" Alicent asked, grabbing his arm, clearly dumbfounded. "I am more than done with this topic, mother." Aemond spat and yerked his arm from her grasp.

He walked away angrily. He was seething. How dare his mother accuse him of falling for a maid? He would never do that. No. All he wanted was her body. He detested her attitude, and he detested how brave she was. He hated when she fought him, and he hated how much he wanted her.

He hated when she laid in his arms, and he hated that he wanted to hold her. He hated her smile, and the way her eyes glistened. He hated how her fingers would dance in his chest after he ruthlessly took her. He hated that she wanted him to be merciless to her.

He hated her. More than he had ever hated anyone. He hated her because he knew deep down how he really felt for her. He had never felt anything like it before, and it made him seeth.

Aemond hated her because he knew deep down
he was falling for her.

-

After Erryk left to help his brother with a squabble in the courtyard that brewed between knights; Elyana was bored, and when bored she took to the kitchens to find Darra and gossip. She walked steady, her mind as always wandering to Aemond and what he was doing. She couldn't take her mind off him, not even if she tried. All she wanted to think about was him.

She entered the kitchens, most servants turning to give her dirty looks, and for what reason? She was not sure. She made her way to Darra's usual post washing the silverware. "Elyana! I have yet to see you in ages!" Darra said dramatically, dropping the goblets she was washing and embracing her in a hug.

"Darra, a couple of days is not ages. You know that, right?" Elyana laughed as the girl nudged her playfully. "Girl, you have no idea all I have heard through the grapevine." Darra commented as she continued on with her duties.

"What have you heard?" Elyana asked innocently. She was not one to have gossip, but Darra was.

"I have heard that Prince Aemond has taken a paramour." Darra whispered, making Elyana's heart stop. Elyana looked around the kitchens, and only saw two other servants who were of their age. The girls looked at Elyana with a raised brow but then resumed their duties.

"I-Uh... Really?" Her voice was high pitched as she looked away from her friend.

"Yes... tell me you know who it is. I am dying to know who has tamed that beast of a man." She was speaking in whispers, and Elyana wanted to die. She could never tell anyone that she was the one the prince had been fucking.

"I-I don't know." Elyana assured her friend, and then snickers was what she heard from the two servants that were behind her. Darra looked at them and then pressed her lips together. "I like your dress." She changed the subject.

"Do not say you do not know who is Prince Aemond's paramour, Elyana." One of the other servants said in a manner that Elyana didn't quite like. She turned to them, and both of them were giggling like children.

"Don't mind them." Darra whispered, scrubbing the goblet fiercely. She didn't even meet Elyana's eyes. Her gaze stayed on her hands.

"No. I'll mind them. Since they want to stare and laugh at me." Elyana spat, fully turning her body to the two girls. The girls dropped what they were doing and turned to Elyana, sizing her up.

"Don't act coy. Everybody knows." One of the girls said. Making Darra drop what she was doing and turn to the girls too. "Piss off, Angelyna." Darra snapped but Elyana was not going to have it. "Everybody knows what?" Elyana asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Everybody knows... that he fucks you." The girl, Angelyna, spoke venenously. Elyana could only blink at her, taken aback by the words the girl so shamelessly spewed.

"What did you just say to me?" Anger rose within her at a rapid rate. The disrespect from some dirty little girl was not something Elyana was bound to put up with.

"Prince Aemond has a whore, and it's you. Look at yourself, dressed in fine linens with the best of jewels hanging around your neck. It's shameless even, the way you walk around acting so innocent when he has defiled you." Angelyna spat, making Elyana's eyes widen at the girl's boldness.

"That is blasphemy, and you will regret ever speaking to me like this." Elyana snarled, taking one step towards the girl. Darra grabbed her arm, trying to keep her back.

"Oh I am so scared, Elyana. What are you going to do? Run to your prince and order for my tongue?" The girl laughed, her friend laughing along with her.

"Yes I will." Elyana stated fiercely, clearly not thinking straight. She turned on her heel, walking out of the kitchens like a mad woman. She wasn't some common whore whom they could speak to like that. "Elyana wait!" Darra called after her.

"You knew people were whispering about me and you didn't tell me?" Elyana turned to face her friend, fire in her eyes.

"Because I know it isn't so! You told me yourself, and you are seeing Erryk. I know full well that you aren't fucking the prince... right?" The seed of doubt was ever so apparent on Darra's tone.

"Right! So you should be defending me!" Elyana spat out, earning a small surprised jump from Darra. "I-I am sorry! But I have been defending you. But I can not control the whispers, especially when you look like a princess and the rest of the servants look like horseshit." Darra contested.

"I already said he is just grateful to me! You've no idea all that I do for him!" Elyana was practically yelling, so she retreated her banners and took a deep breath. "I have places to be." She then said and turned around, leaving Darra with the words in her mouth.

Elyana made haste to Aemond's chambers, and was pleased when she found Erryk's spot empty. She entered his chambers, not caring to knock on the door, and looked around for him. She knew he was back, his doublet was hung on one of his seats. She then turned her head, and was met with his bare back as he fumbled with something on his desk.

"Care to explain the reason for you bursting into my quarters like they are your own?" He didn't even care to turn around and face her as he spoke. And that only irritated her.

"The low life servants are speaking ill of me. They are calling me your whore." Elyana spoke up, and this only earned her a small chuckle from him. "What's so funny?" She asked him, arms crossed over her chest.

"You speak as if you aren't a lowlife servant yourself." Aemond replied, turning to face her. She seethed at his words, mostly because they were of truth.

"I do not care for my station. But I do for my honor and reputation! Some girl named Angelyna called me names in the kitchens! She was insanely rude to me! What are you going to do about it?" Elyana asked frantically.

"Me? What do I have to do with stupid servant whispers? Why should I care about what is said of you? What do you want me to do? Take her tongue?" Aemond asked, his voice having a taunting edge to it. This only sent her over the edge.

"Because I care! And if you want to keep having me then you will do something!" She blurted out. It was a blatant threat, and she was bold for threatening the prince.

"Is that a threat? You are trying to threaten me?"  He was inching closer now, his usual predatory stance ever so apparent on his body. She gulped, she never would stop fearing him. She took a few steps back, as he only got closer.

"I am. You have to defend me." Elyana told him with every last shred of confidence she had in her body. Aemond ran her body up and down with his eye, licking his lips. "You will not threaten me, Elyana. I am not some lowlife Kingsguard who is needy for cunt." His words were slow and precise.

"And I can end you, as quick as I raised you." Aemond was an inch away from her now, his fingers trailing her arms in an almost taunting way. "Do you understand that, love?" He snickered, his gaze boring into her like a storm.

"But I will not allow for my reputation to be stained because of you! The least you can do is defend me." Aemond had taken to roughly grabbing her arms, his grip ever so aggresive.

"You should have thought about your reputation before you let me fuck you that first time, and then you should have thought about it when you were begging to be taken like the little slut that you truly are." He spat, his words hurt, especially because he was purposely trying to hurt her.

"I-I-I..." She had no words to treat his degrading speech towards her, and that amused him. "I am sick of you." Elyana yerked her arms from his grasp, and started towards the door. He held her arm steady, fingers holding on so tight they were for sure going to bruise.

"Who told you to leave?" Aemond spat, once again in a taunting manner. He knew he had the upper hand; physically and mentally. The games he played at; she would never win. "You treat me like shit and then expect me to stand here and take it. I hate it, and I hate you. And I am not fucking you ever again." She spat back at him.

"Yes you are." Aemond snapped, in one swift motion, he had grabbed her in his strong arms and moved quickly to set her down on his desk. He engulfed her in a demanding and possessive kiss, like he always did, his hands set steady on each of her sides so she had nowhere to move.

Elyana couldn't help but kiss him back, her hands cupping each side of his face as they devoured each other. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he leaned over, deepening their kiss. She was in blissful heaven, everything she had said getting thrown out the window. Then he unsheathed his dagger, and her heart stopped as he broke their kiss.

A smirk was what she saw before he brought the tip of his blade to her neck. She yelped, "Aemon-" He cut her off instantly. "Do not move, darling." He warned her with a chuckle. The tip of his blade pressed ever so slightly to her neck, enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood. Then he ran it down her chest, and that was when he applied more pressure.

She was shuddering as he moved his dagger around her body, trailing it as if it were just a finger rather than a deadly weapon. His face was content as he watched his weapon toy around her body. He adored watching her face contort in fear whenever he pressed too hard, and he adored the way goosebumps rose within her with every movement.

"You are done with me, you say?" Aemond asked, an devilish edge to his tone as his blade found the very start of her dress on her chest. "I-I am." She gulped, but then she also lifted her hips towards his.

"Hmm... your needy little body says otherwise." He purred, his blade resting on her chest. "My body does not understand that you are a terrible man." She told him, and it earned her a heartedly laugh from Aemond.

"Hmm, you should have thought about what kind of man I am before you made me so deliciously obsessed with your cunt." He licked his lips, and the words he used reminded her of what Criston Cole had said earlier that same day. Yet here she was, blatantly ignoring the warnings from someone Aemond was supposedly close with.

"Maybe I should have..." She breathed out, her eyes falling to the blade that he held ever so steady to her chest. She should probably be shaking with fear, but she could not be more aroused.

"So you will stand there and let me treat you like shit?" He teased her, making her roll her eyes at him. He was such an asshole, but an asshole that pleasured her like a god. "So long as you take me."

A smirk appeared and then her gown was made into pieces by his dagger until she was bare. He twirled it around like he always did as he stared at his work of art. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She looked up at him expectantly, and then he brought his blade to her neck.

"Tell me who owns this." He ordered, making her gulp. "Tell me who you belong to." He repeated, his blade pressed to her neck. She didn't need to think it twice, she was only thinking of him.

"You." Was all she replied, and he smiled like the devil he truly was. "Exactly. All mine." He grinned and with one swift motion, his blade had sliced her sternum ever so gently. It was a small surface cut. It didn't even hurt, not really. She was shocked he did that though, and looked at him with pleading eyes. Almost telling him to spare her.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, sweet thing. I do not intend on hurting you, atleast not pain that you won't enjoy." He told her, his thumb swiping over her chin once. Then he leaned down, his tongue collecting the blood that dripped from the cut he himself had inflicted.

"I just want to leave a reminder everytime you look into the looking glass, you'll remember who gets to fuck you." He said plainly as he dropped his blade to the side. She was shocked at his actions. Terrified, aroused, and shocked. She was really dealing with a deranged man.

He kissed her again, this time with more passion than the last. She could taste the copper taste of her blood. He groaned into the kiss, not being able to control himself much longer. She noticed this, and she wanted him. So she reached for his trousers and undid the buttons that held them together. His pants fell to the ground, and he was quick grab her off his desk.

Legs wrapped around his torso, then he slammed her against the wall for purchase. He really didn't care much if he hurt her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as he leaned down to hers, kissing and nibbling whilst he thrusted into her. With each thrust, she was slammed a bit harder to the wall, but she really didn't mind it.

His strength held her up and bounced her on his cock with little effort, and that only showed her what a beast of a man Aemond Targaryen really was. He threw her around that room effortlessly. He took her on his desk, on his seat, on the floor, on the balcony, and on any surface that was available to him.

With each single thrust she would forget why she hated him. With each thrust, she only fell harder for him.

-

Author's note:

Sometimes I wonder if Aemond was the one dropped on his head when he was younger cuz the things he says sometimes.

Im really excited for everything to go to shit; meaning for Erryk to find out.

As alwayysssss, thank you all for the support on this story. It is my little pride and joy x