Few people would dare defy a man like Aemond Targaryen. Ever since he was young, he was rather ill-tempered and easily angered. Sure, he was quiet and lonely. But once you poked the sleeping dragon, Aemond would be your terror.

That never changed, only now his temper had became even more fragile than before.

And now he rode the grandest and most fearsome dragon in the world. One would be a fool to even test Aemond Targaryen, one would need to be completely delusional and stupid to think one could ever defy a man like that.

And it appeared that Elyana Rotchamsey was completely delusional and stupid.

Aemond was pacing in his chambers, thinking of all of the things he could do to punish Elyana. He really contemplated beheading Erryk before her eyes, but his grandsire was rather fond of those imbecile twins and he was sure Otto would not allow for him to just kill him for no reason.

Well he had a reason, maybe just not a valid one.

The scrunching of all of the glass he had broken beneath his boots in his rageful fit was all that could be heard as he paced back and forth, his sword gripped tightly in his hand.

He had swung it and destroyed everything that stood in his vengeful path whenever he came back into his room after witnessing that little treacherous kiss.

Why did he feel this way? Was he jealous? No. He could never be. He wasn't jealous. Of what? Elyana was a maid. Who cares about her? His efforts in trying to convince himself that he wasn't jealous were feeble and weak at best.

Aemond swung his sword against the wall once again, trying to take out all of the fury that burned within him. What ran through his mind was the damned vision of the two of them kissing. He hated feeling like this. He didn't even know why he felt like this.

It had been hours since he had caught them kissing, and he has been raging ever since. Aemond decided to go get her from her little servant quarters and bring her to his. He threw his cloak on and exited his chambers, his sword at his side.

At his post stood Erryk Cargyll, oblivious to the fact that Aemond had thrashed his entire chambers because of him. The knight was shocked to see the prince exit at this hour, and even more so when his eyes landed on Aemond's sword.

"You are dismissed. I do no want to see your face near my chambers until I command it." Aemond spat, and for a moment he wondered what would happen if he took his head right now.

"But my pri-" Aemond cut the knight off immediately. "Fucking leave or I will murder you." Aemond stated simply, walking past him and down the corridor.

He put away his sword back into it's sheath and just walked. He had no idea where he was going because why would he? It wasn't his place to know where servant quarters were.

Aemond walked steady, and suddenly spotted a young servant boy who was clearing the Great Hall from the flowers that earlier adorned it. "You!" Aemond commanded, making the boy freeze in place as he turned slowly to face the fearsome one-eyed prince. "Y-Yes?" The boy was actually trembling, and Aemond almost wanted to laugh.

"Do you know who Elyana Rotchamsey is?" Aemons asked the boy as he shook his head, fear creeping into his face. "I-I do not know, Prince Aemond. But maybe- I may know a maid who does..." The boy stuttered as he looked into the Great Hall where the servants were hustling to clean it for the next day.

"Go get her then." Aemond ordered the trembling boy, who scrambled off back inside the Great Hall to get whoever he had mentioned. Aemond awaited patiently until he heard the most annoying voice he had ever heard. "I swear if you got Elyana in trouble, Ronald, I will kill you." The girl was saying and then she stopped in her tracks when she spotted Aemond.

Aemond knew her... She was the girl that went that night into the city with Elyana. She must know where her chambers are.

"Shit." She mumbled as she curtsied. She scoffed as Ronald scrambled away from the scene, leaving her there with Aemond. "Take me to Elyana's chambers right now." Aemond ordered angrily, as the girl pressed her lips together and sighed.

"I do not know who Elyana is." The girl answered, and the lie only made Aemond furious. Was this girl acting? Or did she really think him a fool?

"I swear to the Seven Gods, if you do not take me to her chambers in this instant; I will see to it that your tongue gets removed for lying to a prince of the blood." Aemond spat as the girl's stance faltered in fear.

"I-I... If she's done something to upset the prince... I-I know she did not mean to..." The girl was stuttering and trying to defend her friend, and the gesture only made Aemond roll his eye.

"I did not ask for you to defend her, I asked you to take me to her damn chambers... I suggest you obey."  Aemond warned her, his patience was already growing more than thin. The girl nodded her head in clear defeat and turned on her heel, walking quietly and quickly down the hall.

The pair turned a few corners, and soon they had walked into a darker part of the castle where Aemond had never been in. They walked through very small corridors and finally reached a small wooden door. "Here." The girl whispered as Aemond took a breath and nodded.

"Leave, and do not even dare to tell anyone I was here." He told her coldly. The girl hesitated as she glanced to Elyana's door but ultimately turned around and fled down the corridor.

Aemond opened the door as quietly as he could, only to find a dark and tiny room hidden behind the door. It was the tiniest room he had ever been in, and it was filled with the dresses he had commissioned for her.

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight entering through the small window, and he could make out Elyana's sleeping form on the bed. Aemond watched her for a few minutes as he racked his brain for a punishment. He didn't want to hurt her physically... She was far too beautiful for that. What could he possibly do to make sure that she would obey him from now on?

Break her spirit? Aemond watched her sleep in silence and then decided to just grab her and take her back to his chambers. He took a handful of her hair and yanked her up, causing her to wince awake in pain. Her eyes widened in terror as she noticed who was standing over her.

"Do not dare make a sound." Aemond growled as Elyana's chest rose and fell wildly. She could barely control her breathing as she stared up at Aemond in pure fear. Had he come to kill her?  Was she really going to die here?

"Get up." Aemond spat as the girl complied, rising slowly to her feet. Aemond could not help but take in her figure that was only thinly covered by the flimsiest of nightgowns. Why did his honor always get throw out a window whenever she was near?

"I know what you did, Elyana. It seems you do not think me a man of my word, hmm?" Aemond whispered as he let go of her hair. She gripped her head in shock at the rude awakening.

"Prince Aemond... I-I..." She was in shock. How did he even find out? Had he sent someone to spy on her?

"You-You-You what?" Aemond mocked her stuttering, his deviant smirk ever so apparent on his face. Elyana stepped back, only to trip over one of the boxes full of dresses that laid around her little room.

"Foolish girl. Come on, stand up. You are coming with me." Aemond ordered, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her up to her feet. Elyana shrieked slightly, and Aemond soon was dragging her out of her room.

Elyana's mind was reeling with all sorts of things that could potentially happen to her. Was he taking her to the dungeons? Was he going to behead her for her defiance? Elyana was praying in her mind for mercy. Surely he could not be that cruel. And why would he even care about who she kissed?

Elyana realized he was taking her to his chambers, and felt relief wash over her body as she knew Erryk would never let Aemond hurt her. He was a good knight, and he had promised to defend woman at all costs. But then her own heart dropped to the floor when she saw Erryk's post deserted.

"You killed him?!" Elyana cried, only to hear Aemond's cruel chuckled as he opened the doors to his chambers and pushed her inside. "No... not yet at least." Was all he said as he closed the door behind them and bolted it shut.

Elyana staggered backwards and as far away from Aemond as she could. "Aemond... I didn't mean to..." She stammered, forgetting all about customs and his title. She noticed all the broken glass and things on the floor, and her fear only deepened.

"Do you have any idea how much patience I have had, how much restraint it takes to keep from killing you here and now? You are a fly, and I could squash you like one. I could kill you for your defiance, or make you wish you were dead..." He was inching towards her.

"I take great pleasure in driving those who displease me to the brink of madness." He was now right in front of her, looming over her like a ghost almost.

His hand reached out towards her. His white fingers closed around her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His pale skin in the half-light seemed almost as white as snow. In the gloom, he looked like a spirit, a ghost, a ghoul.

"Why must you disobey me, Elyana? Things do not have to be this way." Aemond was speaking in a soft manner now. A steep contrast from a moment before.

"Leave me alone, please. Let me just be happy." Elyana pleaded, her eyes staring up at him woth scrunched brows. "No." He said simply.

"You like him, do you not?" Aemond asked, his voice cutting and very much cold. Elyana's breathing was finally calming down.

"I do..." Elyana confessed. Aemond wanted to break some more things, to hurt someone. He was so angry. But he wasn't going to bow down so easily. Her pureness would be his. "And what happens with me?" Aemond asked nonchalantly, making Elyana's face contort in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Elyana asked, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew exactly what he meant. It was more than obvious, but she didn't wish to believe it.

"You know what I mean... What happens with me, if you are with another?" Aemond asked once again, both his hands grabbing unto her neck. "What if I want a taste?" He whispered into her ear, making her mouth gape open in shock.

"Would you try to stop me?" His lips were now lingering over her ear. Elyana didn't even know what to do. She was quite literally frozen in place... in shock.

"Would you try to stop me if I decided I wanted a taste?" His voice was soft and quite seductively. Elyana looked up at him, her mouth slightly parted open. Aemond eyed her lips, running his thumb along the outline of her lips.

"Elyana... Tell me..." He hummed slightly, his one eye staring deep into her own eyes. Her mind was a warzone, a straight up battlefield. On one side of her brain stood Erryk and his smile, his kind words, and his cute little kisses.

And then on the other side of her brain stood Prince Aemond, ever so cold and ever so distant. The cruel prince, the one that so effortlessly would hurt her and insult her. Was she a masochist? Because she could not believe the yearning she felt for this man.

"Aemond..." He brought his lips so close to hers that she could always feel what it would be like to kiss him. What was she doing? She hated him. She did. He was awful. But he was so forbidden... So untouchable.

"Say it. Will you stop me?" He asked gruffly, his lips gently brushing against hers. Was this her punishment?

"No." She breathed and before she could even blink again, Aemond Targaryen was ravaging her lips. It was a dominant and controlling kiss, a stark contrast to the meek ones Erryk would give her.

It was aggressive, dominant, and it demanded every bit of her attention as his hand slid down her neck. She could not resist him. She could not avoid it... and she wanted it, even as she feared it.

This was what he was. Aemond was a beast of a man, full of desire, and of power, and now he had Elyana right where he wanted her. And he would claim whatever he wanted.

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Author's note:

I feel so sad for Erryk. But this isn't an Erryk Cargyll fanfic HAHA. I just want these two to become their most feral selves.

Thank you guys for reading, and for the support this story has gotten! I am glad you guys like The Maid.

Midnight Rain and The Snow Princess have such passionate readers and support that I was scared to bring this new one in but it has been welcomed with open arms! And I am so grateful my writing resonates with you!