"Fetch me my wine." Prince Aegon ordered Elyana as he sat in Princess Helaena's parlor to spend time with his children. Spend time was a loose term, he mostly only drank and slept whilst Dyana and Elyana played with the kids.

Elyana did as he asked and got him his goblet, refraining from smashing it on her head like she wanted to do. She thought that the rumors were just gossip, that surely the older prince was not as bad as the servants claimed. She was sure he couldn't be worse than Aemond.

But in the short span of time that Elyana had worked for Helaena, she learned that Aegon was much worse than Aemond. At least Aemond was sober when he was a cunt. Aegon was a cunt and a drunk at the same time.

She kneeled on the floor to play with the kids. She smiled as Jaehaera and Jaehaerys fought over a rag doll, and then took a wooden soldier to give to Jaehaerys so both of them would be content. Maelor simply clapped his hands as he watched the twins play.

"You know... you are a very beautiful girl. I told Aemond he was lucky mother let him have his own maids." She heard Aegon say from the seat from behind her. Elyana rolled her eyes and ignored him, wondering when Dyana would get back with the kid's lunch.

"Oh okay... going to ignore the prince." She heard him laugh like a child. Elyana wanted to strangle him. She was done with Targaryen men. They were insane and stupid.

"You are most gracious to call me beautiful , my prince." She lied with pursed lips as she wiped off some drool from Jaehaerys' chin.

Elyana's body tensed when she felt Aegon shuffling about the parlor. And then she felt him standing over her. She didn't move, keeping her focus and her gaze on the kids.

"You are so beautiful. No wonder my brother is so obsessed with you. I would be too." He breathed out and Elyana felt nauseous at the notion of Aegon trying to be suggestive.

"Thank you." She whispered, her nose cringing up in disgust as she said the words. "Come on, stand up." He told her, and she did. Slowly she rose to her feet to meet Aegon's gaze.

He stunk of puddle water and wine and she thought she might throw up if she stayed there. She gulped as he simply stared at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body freely.

"Look how fucking pretty you are. That little scummy dress is a disservice to your body." All she saw was Aegon's licked lips, and she wanted to fling herself over the balcony. But he wouldn't do anything with his children there, she was sure.

This time around, her eyes unwillingly rolled. She was sick of men acting as if she was just a body with no feelings or emotions.

"You just rolled your eyes at me?" He chuckled cynically. "No wonder Aemond was fucking you. You just need a good fuck in the ass to set you straight." Aegon said with a sickening smirk. Elyana scowled at his words.

Arms crossed over her chest she replied, "Perhaps. But who's going to fuck you in the ass to set you straight, my prince?" Her tone was like poison, and truly she didn't care that Aegon was the prince. He was a sick pervert.

"What did you just say?" Aegon asked in disbelief as he stared at her. Before she could reinforce her words, in came Dyana with the kids milk porridge. Elyana looked up at Aegon defiantly and then kneeled down once more to continue playing with the kids.

After her time spent serving Aemond, she felt she could take on anyone. And perhaps she was a little brazen disrespecting the princes, but she preferred that then letting them walk all over her. Perhaps Aegon could order for her death and she would end this misery .

After the children were fed, Elyana was sent to grab herself something to eat. She walked hurriedly to the kitchens because after her meal break, Helaena wanted her to stroll the gardens with the kids so that they get sun.

Just as she was about to arrive to the servant quarters, she stopped abruptly. Her eyes met one lone eye and a patch, and she turned around instantly. She could hear his long strides going after her, and she didn't stop. She was basically sprinting away from the prince, wanting to be as far away from him as possible. She had done so well to avoid him, she had to keep it up.

She was a fool for thinking she could outrun Aemond Targaryen, and she cursed herself when she felt his strong grip on her wrist, twirling her around and pushing her aggresively into the wall. She struggled for a minute, but then ceased her attempts. She knew well he was not going to let up.

Elyana kept her gaze away from his haunting one, looking at everything but him. "What do you want?" She spat angrily, gulping in the process. She tried squirming away when she felt his hot breath on her neck.

"You." He whispered. "I need you. I have been missing you, your face, your body. My love... come back to me." His voice was low and husky, and she felt herself melting into his touch. But she was not going to kneel again, not to him.

"Do not call me love." She hissed, trying to push him backwards but his body weight was much too heavy for her to move. Aemond smirked, a knowing taunting smile. The one that always decorated his face, and the one she grew to hate more than anything in the last week and a half.

"Darling, please stop this. Come back to me." He thought he was so clever, and his smugness made Elyana seethe more than any thing.

"Don't call me love, and don't call me darling. I do not want you any more. You ruined my life. And yet you are still smug about it? Do you not have an ounce of guilt? Or are you just a complete narcissist?" Elyana asked, completely baffled by him.

"Perhaps." A smirk then a kiss so fierce that she thought she was dreaming. She kissed him back for just a second, just to feel his lips on hers one last time. And then her teeth sunk unto his bottom lip fiercely, causing him to yelp in pain and push away from her.

Elyana smiled as she watched him wipe his now bloody lip and then she ran. She knew Aemond, and she knew that he would not be fine with it. So she made her escape, getting lost in the many halls of the Keep.

When she settled down in an isolated corner of the Keep, she burst out crying. It was a game to him. The first time they talked since she confessed her feelings, and yet he did not mention it. All he craved was her sex. She was angry at herself because she had promised herself she wouldn't shed any more tears for him. But they were inevitable.

She missed everything about him. His smell, his face, his touch, his smirk, his hair, his fingers, his eye. Every single feature she missed. She wanted to run back to his arms, to lock herself up in his chambers and never come out. Every day she wondered if maybe being his paramour was the only way for her to help her mother.

But she knew that would only make her miserable. She wanted children, and she knew Aemond was a far too proud man to sire bastards. She wanted a family, and being a paramour would only make her be tucked away in a chamber waiting for him to fuck her.

He would grow, get a wife, have children and she would just be a whore. She wanted Aemond, but she preferred losing him than borrowing him from another woman. Though she never really lost him, he was never hers to begin with.

Elyana fixed her dress and wiped her tears, vowing that they would be her last tears shed for him and then she scurried off to the kitchens.

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Aemond was angrily storming through the Red Keep, every so often swiping his tongue over the place where Elyana had bit him. The coppery taste reminding him of her for some odd and twisted reason. It was comforting in a sense.

He stormed to absolutely nowhere, walking around the Keep trying to see if mayhaps he would once more be met with Elyana. He needed her to understand what she meant to him. He wanted her to see what he would do for her, but he guessed that would have to wait.

If only he could make the days pass by sooner, then he could have Elyana in his arms once more. Aemond walked past the courtyard, and he stopped his strides whenever he noticed the Cargyll twins sparing. Imbeciles. He hadn't planned to train that afternoon, but seeing Erryk Cargyll in the courtyard gave his arm an itching to hold a sword.

Aemond entered the courtyard on a mission, strutting over to the weapon's table and grabbing the sharpest sword he could find. As he did that, the Cargyll twins stopped their sparing.

Erryk fumed as he watched the prince dabble with the swords. And then his mouth turned into a snarl as he watched Aemond walk over to the twins, looking as smug as he could.

"Cargyll, come on." Aemond ordered, nodding his head to Erryk as if telling him to get ready to train. Erryk did not want to train with Aemond, he was afraid he would kill him.

Arryk knew his twin was uncomfortable so in a feeble attempt, he stood foward to train with Prince Aemond. "I meant my sworn protector. Let us see how good he's gotten with his sword. Let us see if Ser Erryk can truly protect me." An evil emirk crawled upon Aemond's face as he effortlessly twirled his sword with a swift maneuver of the wrist.

"I am done training today." Erryk stated plainly, and this only seemed to amuse the prince.

"You are not. You will spar with me, that is an order." Aemond reveled in the fact that he could control the man that he hated the most in the entirety of Westeros. After his nephew.

Erryk walked slowly towards Aemond, standing a few feet away from him with a glare so fierce it could almost set Aemond on fire.

The prince leaned over towards Erryk so that only he could hear his next words. "You could not beat me on the race for her maidenhead, let us see if you can beat me now." The prince said with a sickening smirk on his face.

Erryk's sword swung angrily for the prince's head, and it only made Aemond chuckle as he dodged his knight's attacks.

Erryk was angry. And it showed in the way that he so recklessly swung his sword towards the prince of the realm. The prince he was sworn to protect.

Aemond had grown into a prolific swordsman, and so to him it was rather easy to dodge Erryk's attacks and to counter them. The clashes of their swords grew more feral by the passing seconds and soon enough, the pair had gone from sparing with their swords to full on scrapping on the ground.

Each of them had dropped their weapons and were throwing punches at eachother like children. Erryk charged at Aemond angrily, tackling the prince to the ground. Physically, Erryk was stronger than Aemond. And just when he was about to choke the prince just like he wanted to, the guards were tearing Erryk off Aemond.

The prince chuckled as he watched them hold Erryk away from him. "Let him go." Aemond ordered with a smirk. He walked slowly towards the knight and once more leaned it.

"If you are so angry now, I wonder what you'll do when she bears my child."

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Author's note:

Why is Aemond always serving cunt? This is a small filler chapter before the next dramatic one!!

Thank you all so so so so so much for 30k reads. I am eternally grateful. And so happy you guys like this Aemond, even when hes actually the worst.