When Aemond was done with his dreadful dinner, he exited his chambers to find Criston Cole standing at the door. "Find me my maid. Go look for her." Was what the prince ordered and then he entered his chambers once more. Aemond poured himself some wine, because the three glasses he had with Corryne Lannister weren't enough to sedate him from the dreadful conversation.

He awaited for almost two hours, and he could not understand what was taking Cole so fucking long. All he had to do was bring Elyana from her little chambers, into his. Was that really that hard? Did he have to do everything himself? Then Aemond was unpleasantly suprised when Criston reappeared without his maid.

"My prince, I have looked everywhere and could not find her." Criston breathed out. Aemond didn't even turn to him, he just kept his gaze on the fireplace. "Did you look in her chambers?" Aemond asked coldly, his grip on his goblet tightening in anger.

"Of course I did, my prince. She is not in the castle... or atleast she is not where she is supposed to be." Criston spoke plainly, only making the bubbling anger inside Aemond come to a brewing point.

"Did you happen to see Erryk or Arryk Cargyll about the castle?" Ser Criston knew exactly why he was asking this. "I just saw Arryk Cargyll in a late night sparring with hedgeborn knights... I've not seen Erryk."

Aemond knew what he had to know. She wasn't in the city. Erryk and Arryk never left the castle walls without the other, everyone knew that. So that meant that she was somewhere in the castle with him. And if Criston couldn't find her... it just meant she was somewhere Criston didn't look. Erryk's own fucking chambers.

Aemond stood up abruptly and threw his goblet against the wall on top of the fireplace, smashing it into pieces. "I-Um... Should I keep looking, Prince Aemond?" Criston asked, unsure and wary of the prince.

"Just leave." Aemond ordered and Criston gave him one nod, leaving Aemond alone to wrestle with the burning fiery sea that burned within him. All he felt was jealousy, all he saw was red.

All of his senses were going wild, he was defenseless against the anger he felt rise within him. The darkness felt all too consuming, all he wanted to do was find her and drag her back here. If Erryk had her, Aemond would kill him, he didn't care if he was a member of the Kingsguard. If Erryk Cargyll touched Elyana, Aemond would murder him.

Why was she doing this? Why couldn't she just be obedient? What did she see in that knight that Aemond didn't have? Aemond could give her the world if she asked. He could gift her the best of everything. He could do whatever she wanted. Why was she so focused on that stupid knight?

Aemond needed to ground himself back to reality and be logical. He couldn't and shouldn't be feeling this way about his fucking servant. But he couldn't control the feelings that crept into his body and that ran through his veins.

Aemond wanted to grab his sword and go on a killing rampage. If he was feeling this way, he wanted other people to be miserable too. But he controlled himself. Morrow was another day, and he would solve this bullshit then.

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Elyana liked waking up in Erryk's protective and strong arms. But she was guilty of liking waking up in Aemond's better. She really hated what she felt for the prince, but she couldn't do anything about it. She could not control what she felt, she could only suppress it.

She had snuck away from Erryk's chambers and then went down to her own to change for the day.  She felt incredibly guilty for what she was doing. She was wounding the good, and dancing with the wicked. She needed to stop this non sense.

But she couldn't keep Aemond from her mind. He was like the plague, ever so present in her thoughts. His scent, his smirk, his eye, his hair... his member. She had to stop this. She couldn't keep doing this. If anybody found out about this, her reputation would be ruined, and Erryk would leave her. She could not afford that.

Erryk was her and her mother's way out of misery. And obviously she also really liked him too. He was gentle, kind, and sweet. She was sure he would be the perfect husband.

Elyana didn't understand why she was drawn to the prick of a prince when she had such an amazing man going for her... But she decided to stop thinking about it. She would take what she felt for Aemond and tuck it away to the depth of her mind, she had to.

After dressing herself she made her way to Aemond's chambers. As always she greeted Erryk at the door with a cheeky grin. "Ser Cargyll, you look dashing on this fine day." Elyana smiled as the man grinned.

"Thank you, my lady. You look quite beautiful too, if it is not too foward of me." Erryk jested, making her chuckle. Erryk opened the door to Aemond's chambers and stepped aside for her. She waltzed in and closed the door behind her.

She looked around to find him sitting at his desk, seemingly reading a scroll. He wore only a linen shirt and black letter pants, with his usual boots. Why did he always have to look so good? Couldn't he just be ugly? His patch was nowhere to be seen and as he heard the door shut behind her, he looked up slowly.

There was a storm brewing in his one eye as he stared at Elyana, and she felt almost like she was just waiting for something to happen as she stared back at him. She hadn't done anything to make him upset, so why was she so nervous?

"Did you like it?" Aemond asked as her heart dropped to her feet. She frowned in confusion, only for him to snarl. He set the scroll down and leaned back in his seat, his eye never once leaving hers.

"Like what? Spending time with my mother? I-I did. You were kind to let me." That must be what he meant, right?

"I care little if you enjoy spending time with your mother. I meant if you liked deceiving my orders?" Aemond's voice was cold and ruthless. And when she heard the words, she wanted to turn around and sprint away from his presence.

How did he know? How did he always know everything?

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." She trailed off, and she could feel her hands start to tremble in fear as she stared at Aemond.

He slammed his fists on his desk angrily, standing up hastily and making her jump back slightly. His eye was wild with fury as he stared at his servant. "Do you think me fucking stupid?!" He yelled angrily, and she was suddenly forgetting how to breathe correctly. She was now shaking in fear as she watched him.

"I-I... No... I don't. Please lower your voice." She pleaded, her chest rising and falling heavily as Aemond approached her. The look on his face told her that he was going to murder her. She was sure.

"Then why do you think you can prance around being a fucking whore? I ordered you to stop seeing Cargyll... And yet yesterday you fucked him, didn't you?!" Elyana felt like she was going to ferally attack him for calling her a whore.

"I did no such thing! And who fucking cares if I were to have done it?! You probably did the same last night anyways! I know you had a girl here." Elyana fought back. If he was going to be a prick, then she was going to be a bitch back.

Aemond was annoyed yet amused at her bringing up Corryne Lannister. This only assured him that these feelings he felt were not entirely one sided. But he already knew that. It was envident when she had so shamelesslystroked his cock. "So? I can do what I please. I am the prince, and you are nothing but my servant." Aemond snarled back, and Elyana was getting very angry.

"Exactly! I am just your servant! So you shouldn't care if I fuck around the castle. Fucking just leave me alone!" Elyana pleaded, stepping backwards as he stalked towards her slowly.

"I could leave you alone, but you don't want me to do that." He answered plainly and stoicly and this sent Elyana over the edge. "Yes I do!" She hissed at him.

"Stop lying to yourself. This is what you wanted, right? To seduce a knight and a prince? You act all high and sanctimonious, but really, you are just a social climbing whore..." Aemond was now being cruel for the fun of it. And his words were a dagger to the heart, although what could she expect from someone like him.

"Oh fuck you. You are just a prick! An asshole!" Elyana spat out angrily, only for Aemond's face to contort into deep rage and fury. He was quick to grab a handful of her hair and yank her head backwards roughly, making her squirm in pain. She could scream for Erryk. She could end this. She could scream for him to save her.

"Hel-" Aemond's free hand flew to cover her mouth, a smug smirk creeping unto his face ever so slowly. "Don't exhaust yourself, your little knight boyfriend won't come in here to save you. Trust me. These walls are rather thick." He whispered into her ear, sending shockwaves through her body as his breath hit her skin.

She hated herself for liking the feeling. But this time she pulled herself back to reality and bit down on his hand, hard. Aemond winced in pain and retracted his hand, looking down at it in shock and then looking back at her. Fire was in his eye.

"Why are you like this!?" Aemond growled, his hand was quick to move to her neck. But he wasn't choking her, yet. He was dragging her to his bedchamber, and then he closed the door behind him. Elyana was excited, but masked it for fear as she clawed at his chest for him to release her.

"I have been so fucking good to you. Only for you to repay me by fucking him?!" Aemond spat as he slammed her into the nearest wall, his right hand moving to squeeze around her neck aggresively. "I. did. no. such. thing!" She croaked as he squeezed evern harder. Elyana was struggling to breath as his fiery eye bore into hers.

"Let... me go, you insolent bastard!" Elyana squirmed out, only to earn a laugh from Aemond. An insolent bastard, what a creative insult.

"Don't you know, love? I am not keen on bastards." He spoke coldly, applying more pressure on her neck. Elyana was struggling, and so in a feeble attempt, she brought her hand to his face, trying to claw him off. And her nail dug into his skin, just under his existing scar, leaving a bloody scratch.

Aemond released her and brought his fingers to the scratch Elyana had just left. He was impressed. And oh so fucking hard for her. He looked at her ever so slowly, hunger more than evident in his eye.

Elyana didn't want to give in to Aemond, she really didn't. But some carnal desire within her yearned for him, burned for him. Was she a masochist? She had to be. There was no reason for her to be choosing this insanity over safe and beautiful Erryk.

Elyana stared at him, the lust that crept into her body could not be controlled. They shared the same longing look as they stared, neither of them wanting to be the one to break their gaze. Elyana was holding still, before either of them crashed because she knew what came after this.

They both knew how this ended.

It wasn't really clear to neither of them who made the first move. But it was quick and hasty, it was feverish almost. Their lips connected in a fiery kiss, one that was dominated by Aemond, as always. His hands moved to her neck, only this time he wasn't choking her. He held her steady as he devoured her lips, and Elyana almost couldn't take it when he pressed against her, his hard bulge rubbing against her.

Aemond took no time in guiding her to his bed, and she didn't mind it at all. She wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more.

Was this logical? No.

Should she be doing this? No.

Did Erryk deserve it? No.

But her mind wasn't focusing on that. Her mind was reeling with the selfish pleasure she felt from having Aemond close to her. He set her down on his bed, breaking their kiss. His eye raked over her body, licking his lips in the process. He had what he wanted all along just laying there, ready to eat.

"Look at you... just a minute ago you were telling me to leave you alone... and now? Now you're eager to get fucked, aren't you?" He asked, venom dripping from his tongue. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he stared at the angel in front of him. He needed her so bad.

"Try me." Two simple words sent Prince Aemond Targaryen into a lustful frenzy. Aemond kneeled down in front her, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed aggresively. He took no time in lifting her skirts. "Fuck." He whispered to himself as he tugged down her undergarments, throwing them to some corner of the room.

Elyana's chest was rising and falling heavily as she watched Aemond take off her undergarments. He stared at her goodness for a second. And then the bastard looked up at her grinning like the devil.

Her back arched off the bed whenever she felt one of his long fingers slip between her folds, and then a pleasured moan came whenever the second finger was slipped in. "So wet already? You're such a whore for me, aren't you?" She wanted to kick his face and break his nose, but forgot as soon as he nestled his head into her center, working his tongue over her slit skillfully.

Elyana cursed mentally as she moaned, her eyes not once leaving Aemond as he tasted her. He looked godly with his head in between her legs. He sucked on her clit whilst his fingers moved simultaneously to provide her with a feeling she had never in her life felt before. "Shit!" She jolted slightly, buckling against his face as he introduced a third finger into her cunt.

She had never in her life felt anyone's touch apart from her own down there, and it felt glorious. Transcendental. She trembled and then scoffed when he stopped. She watched as he quickly rose to his feet and undid the fastening on his leather pants, and then her eyes widened as his cock sprung free from the confinement of his trousers.

Elyana almost crawled away in fear as she stared at it, her eyes slowly lifting to meet Aemond's lone eye. "I-I... W-Wait..." She stuttered when he settled himself in between her legs. "What?" He asked her annoyed. All he wanted was his cock inside of her.

"I-I've never... I-I..." She was embarrased, averting her eyes from his gaze. She was terrified, absolutely insanely terrified. What if it was too big? Would it hurt? Could she take it? Was it going to split her in half?

"So you really didn't fuck him?" He asked, the tip of his cock gently gliding over her entrance. "Why would I lie about being pure?" She asked annoyedly. Though she couldn't deny how good it felt to have his throbbing member threatening to enter her.

"I'll go slow for the first one." He told her. And he did. He slowly and gently pushed past her folds, his cock filling her whole. "Oh fuck." He grunted as he felt himself inside Elyana for the very first time. If there were Seven Heavens, he was sure this was what being in them felt like.

He let himself sit there unmoving as he gazed down at his cock being engulfed completely in her cunt. "If only you could see yourself right now..."

"With your legs spread open like this..." He slowly pulled out. "Taking my cock so fucking well." He rammed back into her, causing her to gasp in pain, pleasure, and shock. He did say he would be slow for the first one. Elyana covered her mouth with her hand as Aemond thrust freely into her. It hurt for the first few but then...

Then the pieces fell right into place. "You're mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to spoil. Fucking mine." He spat as he aggresively thrusted into her, his cock filling her to the brim. All she did was moan into her hand, because she knew that just two doors away stood the man that she was supposed to marry.

"Fucking say it. Say that you are mine." Aemond ordered, prying her hand off her mouth, and this only made her bite into her cheek so she wouldn't scream of pleasure. "Say it!" He ordered, and then he leaned into her. His hand rested next to her head as he moved the other to choke her.

"Say it, Elyana. Whose cunt is this?" He hissed as his thrusting became more incoherent and erratic. She wasn't even listening or watching, her eyes were rolled to the back of her head most of the time to even be open to hearing whatever he was saying. Her nails were now leaving scratches down his back as she clawed for whatever sanity she had left.

"Say. you. are. mine." Aemond growled, each word with a more rageful thrust than the other. Elyana was in heaven, not in his bedchamber. How good it felt to be fucked by him. "I'm yours!" She hissed as Aemond groaned in ecstasy at the words he longed to hear.

He leaned away from her and kept thrusting into her erratically as his climax came closer. Elyana looked at him and he frankly looked like an angel. His hair was a mess in front of his sweaty face, and the way his eye so hungrily watched as he fucked her was a dream. "Fuck me. Harder." Who was talking with her voice was unbeknownst to her. And he didn't need to be told twice. He was thrusting with all of his might.

It didn't last long though when he felt her walls clench around him as she reached her peak, making him send his load deep into her. He let out an uncharacteristic whimper as he came inside her. And then just slid out, dropping down next to her.

"Shit." He breathed out as both of them caught their breaths. They looked up at the canopy, each of their individual minds reeling.

Aemond felt like he had been crowned King of Westeros after fucking her. And Elyana felt like she had been through heaven and back, although a feeling of deep guilt crept through her veins in a rapid pace. Erryk. What was the matter with her?  What had she done?

He was standing at the door to Aemond's chambers, probably thinking she was cleaning... But really she was being defiled by the prince she promised she despised. She did despised him, but she also wanted him more than anything in the world. Elyana flinched whenever she felt Aemond pull her gently into his chest. It was a softness that took her by surprise.

He hummed as he traced small circles on her chest with his fingers. And then planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. He had just called her a whore and now he was treating her with nothing more than sheer kindness. What wad going on?

"You're perfect." He whispered, making her lift herself up and turn to look at him rather confused. "Wasn't I a whore? Wait... aren't I nothing?" She scoffed as she spoke. Those were his words.

"You are nothing." He said plainly, making her frown. "But not to me..." He finished his sentence. And it made her insides flutter at the insult turned... compliment?

She was a fool, clearly. It was cruel what she was doing to herself by entertaining someone like Aemond.

She still nuzzled into his chest, though.

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Author's note:

I needed the way he treated her during sex  to be portrayed in detail. So hence the smut filled chapter.

Anywayssss, this is an apology for Erryk Cargyll. He deserves better. :((

I wrote this chap whilst listening to Judas by Lady Gaga. and it's so them i love itttt. may be the theme song to this story. anyways hope you like this chapter.

Thank you for your reads, comments, and votes! x

Also... anyone catch the Kylo Ren quote?