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𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 - 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵
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"I'm sorry, but I was right, Hel." Murmured the girl with the brownish hair softly, while she put on her dress again. Edith was neither blind nor stupid and had seen the reactions of the two brothers and she had not liked it at all. To that she did not believe that Aemond wanted to marry her after all. At least she could say that she had tried - for Helaena.

Helaena also seemed to realize her mistake now and tried to avoid eye contact with the lady. All of a sudden, she was back to the way she was when they had met. The princess looked dreamily at the floor and seemed to be spiritually not present at all, also she did not answer Edith.

Seeing Helaena like this, Edith was not worried, on the contrary, she was annoyed with herself. She had exposed herself in front of the three siblings and made herself vulnerable. "Helaena!" Edith said a little louder when she didn't get an answer, making Helaena wince. Immediately she felt sorry for raising her voice, but the whole situation overwhelmed her too.

"Two soldiers will be the death of a virgin before they themselves go up in flames." Mumbled Helaena dreamily. Her violet eyes glazed over and looked lost for a moment, almost as if her soul had lost its body.

Again Edith tried to get a reaction from the silver-haired one, but when she continued to speak in riddles that Edith did not understand, she turned around with her heart contracted and left the chamber like the two princes before.

She hurried down the many steps to her own chamber, since it was on a lower floor in the Red Keep, but she did not get far. Edith had good reflexes, but the attack came as such a surprise that she stiffened in fright and let herself be pulled into a room. The attacker had put a hand on her mouth and an arm around her stomach to hold her down, pressing her back against a hard chest.

Out of reflex, Edith bit her attacker's hand, managing to free herself from his grip just as the door had fallen shut. "What the fuck, Aegon?" she asked angrily when she recognized the attacker as the eldest prince.

The latter grinned at her in amusement, stroking his hand as he did so. Edith hadn't hurt him with her teeth, but you could clearly see marks from them on his pale skin. "I wanted to see you." He justified himself calmly with a casual shrug.

"And you couldn't have just asked?" Angrily, Edith braced her hands on her hips and looked at him, stunned. Just a few minutes ago he had fled his and Helaena's chamber, and now he was grinning at her in a strange room with a much better mood. "Are you actually insane?" she added, as she had to take a deep breath to calm her heartbeat again. She had expected the worst in those few seconds, but not Aegon.

But maybe he was the worst thing that could happen to her.

"I just wanted to know why you were standing half-naked in my chambers." Replied Aegon in his usual calm tone, not addressing Edith's remarks. "Not that I mind... but you were standing there with my sister and not with me."

She could only roll her eyes at his statement. They had barely spoken and Edith was already annoyed with him again and she couldn't understand how he, of all people, had been on her mind for days. "Seriously? Grow up, Aegon."

"I am grown up. So are you." Aegon tilted his head slightly as he looked at her almost seductively. There was something about his look, as it gave Edith pleasant goosebumps and made her think of the kiss again. "Why did you try to make me jealous?" asked Aegon now seriously again.

Edith had to laugh. Loudly and from her heart. Forgotten were the anger and tension, because his question seemed more than absurd to her. "Why would I make you jealous?" she wanted to know, still laughing and having to hold her stomach.

Aegon, on the other hand, remained serious, suppressing his hurt feelings through her laughter like an actor. "Stop laughing." He instructed her, his voice sounding like the prince he was.

"Stop! Were you jealous?" the girl then asked cautiously, trying her hardest to stop her laughter, but it wasn't hard when she saw Aegon's serious expression. Instantly Edith felt guilty. "Aegon. Please tell me it's not true."

"Then why did you kiss me?" he demanded to know, taking a step toward the young woman. Only a few inches now separated the two.

"I was drunk! And so were you." She justified herself to the prince. Her hands were still clenched on her hips as she talked to him.

"I still don't know why you followed me to the brothel, kissed me, and avoided me for the last few days." Aegon was a person who sometimes gave up too easily when something got complicated or difficult, but right now was more ambitious than ever. Edith had ignited an unknown flame in him, and he naturally wanted to explore it before it went out like everything else. "Are you ashamed of it? Of me?"

Was she really ashamed of it and had avoided him because of it? That question hadn't crossed her mind before, but she didn't have to think long before she knew an answer. "No." She answered him openly and honestly, chewing her lip as she did so - as she always did when she was nervous. "I'm just ashamed of myself and of kissing a married man."

"You know that-"

"I know." Edith interrupted him at once, because she knew what he was going to say, as she had heard those words from Helaena before. "And that's why I told Helaena about it."

"You told Helaena about it? Do you know what you did with that?" Aegon's expression changed from serious to annoyed and pissed off. "If she knows, then Aemond and Daeron will soon know about it too. So will my mother!"

"I haven't thought about it, Aegon. I-"

Now it was Aegon who interrupted the girl in a serious voice. "You just wanted to clear your guilty conscience." He finished her sentence. Edith nodded in agreement, looking at the ground rather than his pretty violet eyes. "They won't marry you if they know."

"Good! Because I have no intention of marrying even one of them." She concluded in a serious voice. Again, she shouldn't have said that out loud, but Aegon was bringing out her argumentative side more than anything else. To that she felt she had to justify herself to him all the time, better said she even wanted to.

"But it is your duty. Our parents have decided this." Aegon stroked his face thoughtfully, wandering around the room at a loss. He was visibly uncomfortable with the fact that his wife, and soon his family, knew about his latest cravings. He wanted Edith, but how could he have her if the family was in the way?

"I know..." she sighed disappointedly and then let herself fall on one of the armchairs, which were spread around the room just like a big couch. Only now did she get to look at the round room, which was decorated in green tones. On the wall was a large fireplace, in which, however, no fire was burning. Edith still had little orientation here in the Red Keep, but she knew the way from her to Helaena's chamber and must have ended up in a tower somewhere.

"You are the eldest prince, Aegon. The first son of the king and maybe his successor... can't you help me somehow?" she asked desperately. Edith was really desperate. She thought a lot about her task and how she could prevent a marriage and a war. Aegon now came to this as well. She now knew that he was interested in her, because his reaction had shown that and she was just trying to take advantage of that now.

Aegon would never be his father's successor and heir, not as long as Rhaenyra lived. Edith knew that, Aegon knew that, everyone knew that. But the Hightowers were true serpents and would try anything to put someone of their blood on the Iron Throne.

"My father doesn't give a shit about us. I'm not his heir and I'm glad of that." He replied and approached her with quiet steps. Standing in front of the armchair, he knelt down in front of it and took Edith's hands. "Even if I wanted to help you, I don't know how."

Edith immediately recognized the lie in his words and tried her luck by taking advantage of his sudden interest, but perhaps she was also acting selfishly when she leaned forward in the armchair and put her lips on his. Who better to prevent Aegon from taking the throne than Aegon himself?

It didn't take a second and Aegon immediately returned her kiss. Edith could hardly keep from grinning at his naivety, but at the same time she felt a warm feeling in her belly when Aegon put his hands on her cheeks and held her tight.

The young girl felt like she was burning from the inside as the kiss became more passionate and no longer tender and careful. It was a truly loving way to burn. Edith had blood of the dragon in her just as Aegon did and through the kiss alone they suddenly felt more powerful than ever.

The Targaryens had always had a penchant for self-destruction in recent decades, and Aegon and Edith were no exception.

"You know a way, you must help me..." With her big blue violet eyes she looked at him pleadingly and she could see by his face how Aegon slowly softened. The silver haired one said nothing and kissed her instead. It was the first time he kissed her and not she him.

Aegon was still kneeling in front of the armchair when Edith slowly slid down from it and knelt to him on the floor, not loosening the intimate kiss for a second. His hands slowly wandered from her cheeks over her entire body. He had done this before, but still it was an unknown feeling for the girl and she got goose bumps.

Only with difficulty could he break away from the kiss. Aegon then stroked her brownish hair over her shoulder and then put his warm lips on her bare neck up to her shoulder. Enjoying, Edith closed her eyes and a lustful sound escaped her, which only gave him approval. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her tightly to his body, not even a piece of paper would have fit between them now. Edith's hands also went wandering and finally brushed off his tunic, then she played with the cords on his white shirt and opened it.

The two were in a trance, completely forgetting that they actually hated each other. They were enemies and Edith should be doing other things here, but his lips were so seductive and made her forget all morals. It was like being at the Bordel again, only now they were sober except for the little wine - they wanted each other.

"Have you ever been touched?" he breathed softly against her slightly damp skin and continued to spread kisses on her. She just shook her head weakly. "Never. I've been kissed before, but never touched." She answered him honestly. She couldn't explain to herself why she was telling him this.

" Can I touch you?" Almost pleadingly, Aegon looked at the younger one, his hands now resting against her cheeks again. The girl was mesmerized by him and yet she was surprised that Aegon asked her permission. After all, she had heard many stories about the prince.

Controlled by lust, she nodded, even if it was wrong. Then, as Aegon's hands slowly stroked her body and gently pushed her back up onto the armchair, she tried to tell herself that she was doing it all to get his help, but this was a lie. She had longed for him since that night at the Bordel.

Again she realized that he was so different from the many stories when he kept looking up at her and making sure she was okay and really wanted it. Edith thought her heart was about to burst as warm and big as it was right now.

Aegon now slowly pushed up her long skirt, which Edith then held up out of reflex. She had no idea of what he was doing or what he was about to do, so she looked down at him with interest as he slowly pulled down her stockings and slowly kissed his way up her legs. Amazed, she moaned as he sucked on the inside of her thigh and leaned back in the chair as if it were automatically.

One last time the prince looked up at the lady until he kissed his way forward and then she suddenly kissed his warm breath in a very special place. Edith's hands clawed into the fabric of her skirt, which she still held up, as his tongue then ran over her vulva.

Again and again he did this or kissed her there gently. Aegon now put her legs over his shoulders, which he held with his hands on her thighs, then he let his tongue play more, until finally he entered her with surely a slow and gentle touch. A moan escaped the young woman on the green armchair and she could only roll her eyes and close them lustfully. Whatever he was doing, it was the most beautiful thing Edith had ever felt.

Edith felt a tickling throughout her body and especially she could feel it in her lower belly. She would have loved to see what exactly he was doing down there, but her position and skirt didn't allow it. But all the more she could let her imagination run wild, her cheeks turning all red.

Maybe she really should have waited to experience this once with her husband. But who knew whether he would ever have done such a thing? At the same time, it was still unclear whether Edith would ever marry.

Behind closed doors, no lady ever talked about her experiences with her husband, and if they did, Edith had never heard anything like it. In the past, she had often roamed around eavesdropping on other ladies, trying to be more like them and to become more popular.

"Aegon!" she moaned his name as he then slowly penetrated her with a finger, which he had previously wetted with his tongue. At her moan, the Targaryen lifted his head and pushed the skirt up a bit more with his free hand so he could see her face and also so that she could see what he was doing. A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as Edith's moans didn't stop when he started to move his finger inside her.

Edith had to bite her lower lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly. She still wasn't quite sure where she was here, and she certainly didn't want to get caught. But Aegon's actions left her head empty and leaning back. One of her hands still clawed into the fabric of her dress, with the other she held onto the back of the chair behind her as Aegon again ran his mouth and tongue over her vagina. One finger he moved further inside her slowly.

"Aegon please..." she gasped, out of breath. "...I want you."

She wasn't thinking anymore, she couldn't think. That's how much the prince had already turned her head. Edith didn't know if she was ready to take a step further, and actually she didn't want to do it with Aegon at all. But when she thought of her possible husbands, Aegon still seemed the better choice. After all, he had experience and showed her how good it could feel.

She had to admit it, he knew what he was doing.

Her pleading almost drove Aegon out of his mind himself and also his pants became tighter and tighter. At the latest it was obvious that he wanted her, that he wanted to tame her and make her his mate, even though he passionately loved to argue with her and loved to watch her cheeks turn red with anger.

"Shh... let yourself go." He whispered against her thigh. His warm breath gave her goosebumps all over her body and she did as he said.

Edith literally let herself fall, enjoying every touch of his, every tickle of his breath and especially his tongue on and in her vagina. It wasn't long before she felt something inside her build up with a tingling sensation and she became quite warm. Then suddenly she experienced an indescribable feeling as he made her orgasm. His name escaped her lips at her climax and she sank back into the chair.

The prince pulled her stockings up again and pushed her skirt back down. Instead of standing up, he remained kneeling on the floor and rested his head on her legs. Slowly Edith's breathing calmed down again and at the same time she stroked his silver hair.

"I should thank you, princess." He then breathed eventually after moments of silence. Each went about their own thoughts, enjoying the closeness of the other for once.

"I'm not a princess." She corrected him immediately. Edith was just a lady, not a princess. True, her father was a prince, but her mother was a lady, and King Viserys had introduced her to his court as the Future Lady of Dragonstone at the hearing for the paternity of Princess Rhaenyra's children, seemingly an eternity ago.

"To me, you are, and I am a prince. I get to determine that." Smirked Aegon arrogantly. Edith had to smirk at his words as well. "No, you can't and you know it." Teased the girl, tousling his hair.

"Maybe I should fight for the throne after all, then I'd be allowed to... and I could help you." Aegon sighed loudly. He felt like a failure and had no staying power and everyone knew it. But Edith had taken a fancy to him and for her he was willing to do this despite the tense atmosphere between them.

Edith's words got stuck in her throat and for a second she couldn't breathe. She could not understand what he had just said. She felt touched, but she could never let him sit on the throne. Never.

"Maybe we should also leave everything as it is now, don't you think? I don't want war, Aegon." Edith said honestly, leaning down to rest her forehead on his head. "And I don't want to have to fight you." A half-truth from her. She was willing to go to war for her family, but it would kill her to be on the other side of Helaena and probably have to hurt her.

Helaena. Her thoughts immediately wandered back to her first and only friend. Only a few hours ago she had confessed the kiss to her and promised never to let Aegon touch her again, but now she snuggled up to the princess' husband after he had satisfied her to her first climax.

"We shouldn't tell anyone about this." She said quickly before he could say anything or think further about the throne order.

The prince turned his head so he could look up to her. His movement also made her sit back down properly. "Why? I want everyone to know," Aegon said innocently. Edith immediately turned pale at the thought. To her relief, Aegon then quickly began to let go and soothingly placed a hand on her thigh. "I was only joking. You should see your face, princess."

Offended, Edith nudged the prince, making her laugh as well. "You're such an idiot, Aegon!" she smirked.

Aegon was the first to stand up after a while and held out his hand to help her up. She gratefully took his hand and stood up. Immediately he pulled the girl to him, put an arm tightly around her and kissed her again. Of course, she returned the brief kiss and automatically put her arms around his neck. "Our ways should better part now, before someone finds us here."

Aegon made a displeased sound, but then agreed with her. For him it would be no problem, but for her it would be the end of her public reputation.

When they opened the door and came back to reality, they released their joined hands. Edith already missed him being near her. She had really enjoyed the time with him, especially as she thought she was beginning to peek behind his wall. Aegon was an important part, which could help her a lot in her plan.

The sudden movements in the hallway immediately drew the attention of two guards. Outside it was already dark and it seemed to be night already. Edith hadn't even noticed how quickly time had passed with him.

"Stop getting on my nerves!" the prince complained loudly as the two guards came closer and closer. His voice suddenly sounded so different again and the girl had to try hard not to look disappointed. She knew it was all just a game. This was a pure theater play for the guards.

But the whole relationship with the prince and the connections here in the capital was Edith's game, in which she had the power, no matter what else would happen.

"Then you should stop following me around like a dog!" she hissed at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest, then left Aegon alone in the hallway with the guards, since she knew he would be able to handle them.

And as she walked to her chamber, she had to smile broadly and contentedly.

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either you hate me after this chapter or you love me O.o

The opinions around Aegon are very controversial, but in my story Aegon is not the cunt he is...

I wish you a merry christmas, a wonderful day or a good night♡