"Lady Elyana," one of the chamber maids stepped forth towards her, "the Prince Regent Aemond has sent one of his guards here with a gift." The girl announced meekly, interrupting Lucia and Elyana who were having tea in Elyana's chambers.

Elyana blushed, "let him in." She told the girl and smiled sheepishly at Lucia, who sighed and pressed her lips together. Clearly not amused. "I would adore this endlessly if that husband of yours hadn't slapped me and sent me to the dungeons." Lucia yawned with a roll of her eyes.

Elyana reached for her friend's hand and gave it a hard squeeze, "I am forever apologetic for his actions. What he did has no excuse." Her tone of voice was soft and highly apologetic. Lucia gave Elyana a small smile and shrugged, "You didn't do it. It was him."

Lucia sipped her tea. "Though I am glad you are no longer yapping about him sending you off to the Silent Sisters." Elyana rolled her eyes and nudged Lucia's shoulder playfully, then her attention shifted to the guard who had just entered her chambers. He carried a small box.

The women watched as he strided across the room and placed the small box on the tea table. "The Prince Regent Aemond has sent this for you, my lady. Ordered me to let you know he will be late this night. He is apologetic for it." The man spoke in a cold manner, his eyes fixed straight ahead instead of on Elyana.

"Thank you. You can go." Elyana dismissed him. The guard bowed his head and did as he was told. She opened the box excitedly, unveiling a beautiful sapphire encrusted tiara. "Woah..." she breathed out as she inspected it carefully, the silver band was engraved. AT, on one side. ER, on the other.

Then Lucia snatched the gift from her hands and inspected it. "This is... amazing. Woah... He really is spending all of his gold on forgiveness." She breathed out, setting it back on the steel box it had came in. Elyana smirked, "I do not mind it. Three weeks of expensive gifts is the least I deserve after what he put me through." She shrugged, and Lucia hummed.

It had been three weeks since they had made up, and while things were amazing between them, he was still trying to gain her favor back. Aemond sent expensive gifts for Elyana every single day, most of them accompanied by a heartfelt note, explaining if he had to stay at council longer than expected— or if he had to leave to patrol the skies unexpectedly.

Aemond worked hard as Prince Regent, the war did not cease— if only it grew tougher— and it certainly took a toll on him. Though this time around, he did not let it affect his relationship with his wife. He struggled, but it was fine, because at the end of the day he had his wife there comforting him through the burdens the Crown put on him.

Elyana focused her energy on sewing circles with Lucia, taking care of Maelor, and visiting Helaena. She wished to know about the war, but Aemond did not budge on his stance. His wife would take no part in it, and that was that.

Those council cunts do not deserve your presence. And you do not belong there, you belong in our rooms. Where you're safe, was Aemond's reasoning. And Elyana did not contest it much, not when everything was turning out better for their relationship.

"My brothers sent me a scroll." Lucia suddenly informed, snapping Elyana out of her thoughts.

"Is all well in Risley Glade?" Elyana asked her friend with a polite smile.

Lucia shook her head, "our garrison was called to battle. Father was wounded, he was able to get back to our seat but still... he is unwell. And our garrison is weak, many of our men died... died for your husband."

Elyana grimaced at the news, reaching over the table to take Lucia's hand. "I am sorry, Luce. I am sure he will come out of this well, he must." Elyana said, trying to remain as positive as possible. Lucia gently— thinking Elyana would not notice— snatched her hand away.

"The Tyrells will not send aid to my family. They will not help, they say they are neutral in the war. We need help, my family needs help. If they attack Riskey Glade, I fear something might happen to my family... that they might not be able to defend themselves." Lucia spoke, her tone taking on a more desperate note.

"I am sure everything will be fine." Elyana stated simply, almost flatly.

Lucia seethed. "My brother has sent endless ravens to Criston Cole, to Aemond, and he garners no reply. My family needs help, Elyana."

"They will get back to him soon. The war is unrelenting, Aemond is busy." Elyana answered, defending her husband though she knew that perhaps she was being insensitive to her best friend. "Not too busy to shower you with gifts and notes, though? Not too busy to fuck you every night and morning? Yet too busy to help my father?"

Elyana's brows knitted together in a deep frown, "Lucia, what?" She asked in shock, the words taking her completely off guard.

"You must speak to Aemond, please. He must send aid to Risley Glade. If he does not, my family will not survive this war. I am begging you." Lucia pleaded, and Elyana could almost see the tears brimming her friend's eyes.

"They will survive," Elyana stated, "but I can not ask Aemond to aid them. He has been adamant that my place is not in politics and I... I do not wish to upset him."

Lucia scoffed, "really? Elyana, tis my family. My mother and father, my brothers... they need help. I am pleading with you to speak to Aemond. I come to you as your lady but also as your best friend. Your only friend."

"I know. But I... I can not help you. Aemond and I are finally back in a good place and... politics could be our doom. I can not get involved, and I can not pressure him to do my bidding." Elyana answered in a wavering manner. It broke her heart to do this, but she had to. Her relationship with Aemond was still too fragile.

"Are you serious? You can not be serious," Lucia could not believe it. "I need you right now... I need you and you prefer peace in your bed than saving my family's life."

Elyana bit her lip, "you must understand the position I am in. I can not fulfill what you ask of me. I can not do it. You are putting me in the worst of positions."

"How about the position you've put me in? You completely disregarded the abuse I suffered under Aemond's hand, completely! He slapped me, he send me to the dungeons! And you did not blink an eye..." Lucia was angry, so angry at Elyana. She had been harboring these feelings for three weeks, but no more.

"He did not mean it! He thought you acted with malice, Lucia. You know this, he has apologized." Elyana contested.

Lucia rolled her eyes, "a half-assed apology that you forced him to give me! Gods... so Aemond gives you attention for two minutes and you turn into a submissive little wife? What happened to your will? To you wanting part in this war?" Lucia's eyes were hard on her best friend. Unforgiving.

"W-War is no place for me. I am fine here." Elyana trembled, unsure if she meant what she was saying. Unsure if she was content being Aemond's submissive Queen. "Fine. Let my family die then, my lady. That is fine." Lucia spat as she stood up from the tea table angrily, stalking away from Elyana.

"Lucia Risley, you can not speak to me this way. You can not... can not disrespect me." Elyana stated, standing up from her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. She hated pulling rank, hated it with all her being— but Lucia was not giving her a choice.

Lucia stopped in her tracks, but did not turn around. And in an act of defiance to her lady, stormed out of Elyana's parlor.

-

Aemond wanted to murder every man that sat in the council chamber. When he was inevitably crowned King, he would replace the Green Council— because frankly, he looked around the council table and could only snarl. "I think we have to hide all of our gold." Tyland announced, which made Aemond rub his temple. Criston Cole agreed, as did everyone else— but Aemond could not focus. So he simply shrugged without giving it a second thought.

Aemond had been Prince Regent for an entire month and a half. Half of it he was miserable because of his wife— the other half he was happy, because of his wife.

It was hard— being Prince Regent and potentially King— a burden he always dreamed of having, though now not so much.

"Well, matters are settled, are they not? The Prince Daeron showed great strength. Quite daring he is, he deserves all the praise for his actions in the battle at the banks of Honeywine. I assume the Blacks will not dare attack the Reach again." Criston continued the conversation.

"Good for us. This is significant, big. Most of the commanders that sided with the cunt Queen died in battle, or were captured and tortured by our forces. This is good, grand." Jasper smirked, sipping his goblet wine.

"I've received scrolls from Ser Lucius Risley, your grace," Criston acknowledged Aemond, "he asks for aid for his father's garrison and protection for their seat. They fought alongside Lord Ormund and Prince Daeron, their men were at the front and they... well... most of the casualties were from Risley Glade."

Aemond snarled, "I care not for the Risleys. Send them some aid, not much though." He was still wary of Lucia Risley. Criston gave Aemond one bow of his head. "What shall we do of my cunt uncle?" Aemond asked, "he still holds Harrenhal and rebellions against us will continue for as long as he is stationed int he Riverlands."

The men remained silent, each of them quietly staring at Aemond. "I wish to take Harrenhal back," he stated. Criston cleared his throat and nodded, "I shall draft a plan."

"You need an heir." Jasper Wylde suddenly blurted out, making Aemond's head snap towards him— eye narrowed on the man. "What did you say?" Aemond asked, ever so slowly, almost as if daring Jasper to repeat himself.

"That you need an heir, which is true. You need an heir." Otto spoke plainly to his grandson, which was not welcome. Aemond could feel his blood boiling beneath his skin. Nothing made him more angry than this, when they meddled in affairs that were not their own. "My lack of an heir is not business for the council," he stated fiercely.

"But it is," Tyland Lannister pressed, "my brother has sent word. Many lords worry... how will they stand behind an heirless King?" Aemond was itching to grab his sword and stab each of the men in the room. They sounded just like Criston, and there was no doubt in his mind that he had sent them himself.

"Heirless, for now. Not that tis any of your concerns, but my wife and I are trying to conceive a babe. We are doing our best." Aemond stated dryly, one eye narrowed on Jasper— he was daydreaming of killing the so called Ironrod for his curiosity.

"She is barren." Otto stated. To this, Aemond snarled. "Woah, grandsire. Have you become a maester overnight? You get fired from your position and suddenly you are an expert in medicine?" Aemond asked sarcastically, smirking at Otto, who tried remaining as stoic as possible.

"Tis what Maester Orwyle has said." Otto stated.

Aemond clicked his tongue, "the maester said my wife might be barren. Last I recall, it could have gone either way. Elyana could very well still produce an heir, it is up to chance." He looked around the room, his eye landing on Orwyle, "was that not what you said?"

Orwyle gulped hard, "it is what I said."

"You must try harder then. Every day that she is not with child is a day that our cause weakens. Say what you will about Rhaenyra, at least she has the heirs to back her claim." Otto said in a hateful manner.

Aemond glared at his grandsire with pure hate in his one eye. Though Otto did not let it faze him, "Have you brought Orwyle to your chambers? He can be helpful, he can give you directions in the best ways to... bed your wife to conceive children." He added shamelessly.

"Right because Orwyle knows how to fuck my wife better than I can." Aemond snarled.

"You are taking much too offense with our words and tis not what we wish," Larys Strong was the next one to speak up. He had been quietly watching the meeting, only now deciding to step in. "The Lady Elyana is well versed to be the next Queen. I am sure she will understand if you must... take a mistress." The club foot said.

Aemond's fist clenched in anger, he had to control himself from throwing himself over the table and slamming Larys' head unto the wood until it split in half. "I will do no such thing." Aemond said slowly, carefully.

"We really wish for you to be the next King. But it might be hard if she is barren..." Larys added, smirking at Aemond. He knew well that he was angering the Prince Regent, and he cared little.

"She is not barren," Aemond growled through gritted teeth, "the next one of you that suggests that, will be beheaded."

"Well, she is not with child, either," Jasper snickered. And Aemond had it. He slammed his fists on the council table and stood up, taking deep breaths to calm himself down as he looked around the room. Now the men were all looking at him with fearful expressions on their faces.

Cowards. They could pressure him but when he snapped, they all fell back.

"Fell," Aemond turned to the Kingsguard, "bring me my wife. If these men wish to discuss her womb, let it be with her here." Willis Fell gave Aemond one bow of his head and moved to do what was ordered of him.

"That is not necessary..." Criston trailed, only for Aemond to shoot him a stern glare as he sat back down on his seat. "You do not get to deem what is necessary regarding my wife." Aemond stated sternly, and to that Criston hung his head.

Every soul in the room remained quiet, fearful of unleashing the Prince's Regent wrath upon themselves. Aemond basked in this, in making the council members fearful of him.

A few minutes later, the doors to the council chambers opened once more— and in came Elyana trailed by Ser Willis Fell. Aemond gave her a soft smile, his eye skimming over her frame. She wore a beautiful green dress, one of the many gifts he had spoiled her with in the last few weeks

"You look beautiful, sweet wife." Aemond said softly motioning for her to come closer to him. Elyana walked towards Aemond, trying to keep her gaze solely on him.

She was clearly confused, unsure of why Aemond would call for her to come to the council.

When Elyana was within arm's reach, Aemond's arm snaked around her waist and pulled her down to his lap. She blushed, her gaze fixed on the marble on the table in front of Aemond instead of on anything—anyone— else.

"You must be confused why I've called you here." Aemond's voice was soft as he acknowledged his wife, a stark contrast to the man the council members had just witnessed minutes before.

His arm was wrapped around her waist tightly, his fingers trailing soothing circles against the fabric of her dress. "A bit." She confessed.

"The men here were wondering about our lack of an heir. They wonder if we try enough, if we do all that is possible to conceive— especially because of  our low chances." Aemond informed her, making Elyana flush with sheer embarrassment. "

"My grandsire says we do not try hard enough. What do you say to that?" Aemond asked her, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

Elyana lifted her gaze to the men that sat around the table, "we try hard enough. I drink fertility teas and... and we try— a lot." She said as her eyes skimmed over each of the council members, her gaze lingering on Jasper Wylde for a moment. He appeared to be enjoying this more than anybody else.

"Well, I suggest Orwyle pays you a visit on this night. Perhaps he can instruct the two of you on how to properly fornicate. Or I could. I have many children. I am sure my instructions would be fruitful." Jasper said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at the jab he had sent to Aemond.

Elyana yelped whenever she felt Aemond's strong hands on her waist, lifting her off his lap and setting her down on top of the table.

"Aemond..." She frowned warily, getting the idea that Aemond was about to do something shocking.

And he was. "Since you all want to comment about my sexual life and doubt my wife and I... then I guess you can be witnesses." Aemond started as he shed his leather coat, then his weapons in a swift manner.

Elyana's eyes widened when she realized what he meant. She looked around the table but no man would meet her eye.

"Come, Grand Maester. Instruct us," Aemond snickered in a sarcastic manner, his hands slipping beneath her skirts— a smirk appearing on his face when he realized she wore no tights.

Elyana blushed, "tis a hot day," she told him, her arms snaking around his neck. She was seeking his protection and comfort.

Orwyle stood from his seat and moved to stand besides Aemond and Elyana, gulping hard— his eyes narrowed only on the Prince Regent. "This is unnecessary, Aemond. You take offense in our words, fine, but you do not have to do this." Otto spoke from his seat as he tried his hardest not to look at his grandson's hands which were wondering under the lady's skirts.

"Sweet darling," Aemond pulled away to look at his wife, "do you mind doing this?" He asked. If Elyana said she minded, then he would not continue— he would let her leave the council.

She gulped, turning to look at all the men. The ones who doubted her. "I do not mind. Perhaps this is the only way they will stop doubting the devoting I have to you." Elyana replied.

Aemond smirked. Fuck. He loved her so much, she was the perfect Queen for him— fucking perfect for him.

Caring not for the men in the room, Aemond engulfed her in a fierce kiss. His hand slipped to the back of her head, possesively holding her steady as he devoured her lips. Elyana swallowed back a moan as his tongue slipped into her mouth ferociously.

His other hand slipped under her skirts once more, and when he pressed against her undergarments and felt how wet she was through the fabric— he almost spilled in his pants.

She was aroused by this, she liked this. It only made him want her more. Aemond pulled away. "Ser Willis," he said as he began undoing his breeches, "murder anyone whose gaze wanders lowers than her face."

"Yes, your grace." Ser Willis replied, his own gaze shifting between all of the members of the council.

Aemond would sooner impale his own skull with his sword than expose his wife to the worst men he had ever met. No. He would not have that.

He settled her on the edge of the table, so that everything he did was under her skirts.

When his cock sprung free from it's confines, he stepped closer to her. "Lie back, baby," he instructed her and she obliged. Her eyes met with Jasper as she laid on the table, and when she looked to the other side— Criston was staring at his lap.

She gasped— more so squeaked— when she felt the head of his cock teasing her slick entrance.

She propped herself up on her elbows to get a look at him, her heartbeat spiking when Aemond gave her a smirk, right before he thrusted into her slowly. His eye was set on her as he pulled back and thrusted back in with a tortorously slow pace.
Almost as if he was teasing her.

Then Orwyle cleared his throat, "if you angle your hips that way— yes... like that, mhm." Elyana focused on her husband as he thrusted his hips into her slickness, tuning out everything around her.

"Aemond..." She whined when his pace picked up, forgetting where she was completely.

Orwyle kept on trying to instruct Aemond, but he had enough, "Shut your mouth. You know nothing." Aemond hissed, his pounding becoming more aggresive and unrelenting. The Grand Maester swallowed hard and stepped back, wishing not to offend the Prince Regent.

Aemond's gaze did not leave her face as his cock slid in and out of her warmth with ease, her walls clenching around it viciously.

Though him being focused on his wife did not mean he did not notice Jasper Wylde swallowing hard. Aemond reached under her skirts, his thumb finding her clit and pressing rough circles on it, causing her to moan loudly and shamelessly. He smirk and looked around the table as his pace slowed down, assesing the council.

Tyland was focused on a painting on the wall, smart man. Otto was glaring at Aemond. Criston was focused on his lap, his gaze not once lifting since Aemond set his cock free. But when Aemond's eye landed on Jasper, the sight was not one he enjoyed.

"Looks like Jasper is hard for you, love." Aemond chuckled dryly, his tone cruel and sarcastic.

Elyana turned to look at Jasper, who immediately began shaking his head. Aemond laughed in a vicious manner, "you want his job, baby?" He asked Elyana, leaning over to kiss her— his cock stilling inside her as he waited the answer.

She nodded into the kiss, making Aemond smirk as he pulled away. He nods to Willis Fell, who gulps hard and charges for Jasper. "You grace, please! I wasn- please! No! No!"

The next sound heard was a thud against the wooden table.

Elyana turned, eyes widening as she stared directly at Jasper's beheaded head. Then her eyes skimmed over the other men, who would not dare catch her eye. They all feared for their lives in that moment.

Then Aemond began fucking her with a feral pace, "look at me, El. Eyes on me... are you trying to get them all killed? It would turn into a two person council."

Elyana blushed and shook her head, making Aemond smirk. "You're so wet... fuck... you like this, don't you? The Queen likes getting filled with my seed while she's watched?" Aemond was breathless, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his end— and by the look on her face, she too was close.

Elyana squeezed her eyes shut as she came undone, the clenching of her walls guiding Aemond into his own high. Elyana leaned foward and buried her face on his neck as he shot his seed deep inside her, ropes and ropes of it.

When his cock stopped twitching, he pulled out, plunging two fingers back into her cunt, making sure no amount of his spend was wasted.

She batted her lashes at him in a sheepish manner, biting her lip as she blushed profusely. She had just been fucked in front of the council. Aemond had murdered Jasper Wylde for her.

Aemond fixed her skirts and tucked his member away, giving Elyana a small assuring smile.

"You can go, sweet wife. I will see you at night." He said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Elyana nodded and hopped off the table, rushing out of the council room.

Though as she exited she heard Aemond say, "now you know that my wife and I try. Further questioning and contests will be met with my sword. I have no tolerance for disrespect on your future Queen. Jasper can attest, well, could— if he weren't dead."

She could only smirk. She still had some power.