ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

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[ truest desires ]

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. She ignored her trembling son, eyes ablaze as she stormed towards you. Aemond thought of coming to your aid for a moment, but he was too late; his mother had wrapped her fingers around your neck in haste.

You let out a gasp for air, feeling her strong grip on your neck as she pushed you back against the stone wall. You felt deja vu hit you for a moment, before Alicent's voice brought you back, "Did you know of this, girl?"

"I- I," you choked, feeling yourself folding under her terrifying gaze. 

"Did you? "

Something snapped inside of you. You remembered Rhaenyra, her cold and steel stare driving into your brain. Alicent scorned herself for flinching when a venomous glint overcame your gaze. You leaned forward in her hold, and the Queen felt her hands loosen slightly.

"I did not know of this, Alicent," you spat out lowly. "But I wish I had. For if I did, I would have helped Rhaenys burn this hall to the ground." You leaned forward, breath ghosting her ear as she shivered. "With you and your cunt of a new king."

Alicent all but threw you backwards, and you felt the arms of Criston catch you. You looked up at him, finding his glare trained on you for a moment, before looking to his queen. The woman breathed out, before composing herself as she closed her eyes for a moment. Turning around, she moved towards Aemond. The boy watched as she stepped in front of him, raising her hands to his cheeks as she held them.

"You will guard her door for the night," Alicent ordered her son. "Rhaenys is gone, but we do not know of who lurks in our corridors for Rhaenyra."

You met the single eyed gaze of the Targaryen prince trained on you as he glanced away from his mother. You stuggled against Criston's tight and unnecessarily painful grip.

"As you wish, mother," Aemond nodded.

The prince surged towards you, taking your arms in his strong hands as you exclaimed, "Let me go!"

"Shut that pretty mouth of yours, my lady," he hissed into your ear as he shoved you down through one of the hidden stairwells of the hall.

Aemond glanced behind his shoulder once you were both in the clearing, before he suddenly pulled you by the arm, pushing you into the harsh stone.

You grunted from the abrupt pain, the wall much rougher than the usual rock surface of the castle. Aemond's hands rested upon either side of your face, and you wanted nothing more then to sink into the wall under his heated stare.

"I hope to the Gods you did not lie, my sweet," he hissed out lowly. 

"I would not wish to steal your mother's trademark," you countered, flinching when he slammed his hand into the wall right beside your head with an exclaim.

"You are making this so much harder then it needs to be, byka sōvion."

You didn't respond, instead looking away to ignore his penetrating gaze. Aemond stared at the side of your face, wishing so desperately to allow his fingers to streak across the smooth skin there but held back. 

Aemond pulled away, grabbing your hand and yanking you back down the stairwell. For a while, you were nothing but dead weight as Aemond dragged you through the halls. You recognized the familiar structure of the castle, finding it to be desolate of any maids or servants.

The doors to your courters revealed, and Aemond pushed them open, wrenching you inside. He wasn't necessarily violent, but he was throwing you around like a rag doll.

"Would you stop that?" you snapped, spinning around to face Aemond who slammed the doors shut. He slid the locking bar in place, before turning to you.

"I have to be your watcher for Gods knows how long," he spat out. "All because you had to use that mouth of yours."

"How can you be so- so thickheaded?" you questioned, resisting the urge to pull at your hair. "Your mother has been asking for a war for the past decade, and now she finally has it!"

"And I will do everything in my power to aid her!" Aemond exclaimed.

"Then you are not the man I thought you were." Aemond's eye widened, staring at you from the across the room. You took this as an oppurtinity to clarify, shaking your head softly. "I thought that you were brave. With a smidge of honor in your oh-so tainted soul. But you allowed this coronation to happen, knowing what will come. The wrath of the Black Queen will be filled with nothing but fire and death."

Aemond scoffed, glancing away. "You know nothing, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue, and you realised he had never really used it before. Always these pet names that you didn't whether they annoyed you... or aroused you. "You are nothing more than a petulant noble lady."

"That is not true!"

"You just happened to be betrothed to that bastard Jacaerys-."

A yell escaped your lips as you surged forward, raising your hand to slap at his face. But Aemond caught your wrist, twisting it so that it vaulted downwards. You gasped as you were forced forward when he gripped your arm other. 

"Do not speak his name," you whispered sharply.

"Or what?" Aemond asked. "What will you do? We both know why it bothers you to even utter his name whilst in my presence."

"What?" you breathed out, eyes squinting with confusion. You struggled in his hold, not wishing to stay in his arms any longer. You didn't know how you would hold yourself back from...

"You lust for me, my lady." His words sent goosebumps down your spine, and you felt his lips cascade over your neck for only a moment.

"Lust?" you repeated. "The only thing you trigger is bile, my prince."

"Lie to me all you want, but I can feel it." Aemond leaned back slightly, glancing down at your lips before speaking, "Give in to me."

You shook your head, hating the fact that your heart was screaming for the opposite of words that slipped off your tongue, "I won't. No, I couldn't. I love him, and he loves me."

"By the Gods, you infuriate me," he huffed. "And yet, I only wish to feel you. Everywhere."

You finally managed to rip yourself out of his hold, stepping back until you felt the familiar dark wood of your canopy bed. Turning around, you placed your hands at your stomach, wishing to quell your nerves.

You could hear his approaching footsteps, and you flinched at the feeling of his cold fingers gracing over your arms. He was trying to be soft with you.

Taking one of your hands, he willed you to turn around, brows furrowing when he found your eyes to be closed, a sad frown pulling at your lips. Wordlessly, he lifted your hand to his chest, watching as your eyes split open, revealing those pretty E/C irises he had grown to love.

"Don't you feel it?" he questioned, keeping your hand flushed against his chest. "My heart burns for you. It as if I have called Vhager to drown flames upon it."

You blinked at the confession, feeling your resolve loosen. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn't thought of it. Loosing yourself to Aemond Targaryen. You had imagined the touch of his lips on your skin more than once, and that was enough to be scandalous. You couldn't give yourself to him. Your womanhood was preserved for Jacaerys; your sweet and kind Jace.

And yet, you couldn't stop yourself from leaning in slightly, as if testing the waters. Aemond made no move, allowing you time to shrink away from him if you really wanted too. Your hands moved on their own, ghosting over his cold skin. He let out a hummed breath at the feeling of your fingers covering his cheeks, quickly lifting his own to grasp them in his. He placed his lips to your palm, revelling in the soft and warmth they held.

It was then that you took a small step forward, completely abolishing the small space between you both. It was bold, and it was wrong. But you couldn't stop. Your heart was leading, not your head.

When your lips surged down on his, Aemond felt his hands vault across your body. Your arms looped around his neck, forcing him downwards as his neck moved to the side, allowing a more feverish kiss. 

The prince turned around, pulling you to the bed whilst keeping you locked in his kiss. He sat down, and you yelped slightly, cheeks heating up at the sight of his amused smirk. 

You let out a breathy gasp as you hiked onto his thighs, the dress you wore fluttering around your sides as you felt his lips press on your chin, slowly wandering down your neck, finding home at your collarbone, ambushing the skin. 

Your fingers threaded through his white locks, tugging at the feeling of his hands trailing down your back, where the roping of your gown was. 

You allowed him to pull at the ribbons, breathing out as the corset loosened, the silky fabric slipping from your body as he pulled it down, revealing the see-through white chemise. It left nothing to be desired as Aemond's dark gaze washed over your body. 

You made quick work of Aemond's tunic from above, letting out a breath at the sight of his chest. He was lean and with slight muscle, his body slender in a masculine way. You breathed in his scent, discovering it to be of fresh grass and dragon. 

Aemond turned you around in his hold, leaning you down onto the thick covers of the bed. You watched timidly as he settled between the incurve of your breasts, looking up at you. You subconsciously lifted your hand to the left side of his face, stroking his temple.

"I want to see it," you whispered. "If we are to be intimate like this, I would like to see you in your truest form, issa zaldrīzes."

My dragon.

Aemond stared at you for a moment, before kissing the middle of your chest. "Of course, byka sōvion."

You couldn't help but smile at the endearment, and watched with heated eyes as he made haste at the removing the leather eyepatch. After a moment, he pulled it away, looking towards you and a gasp escaped your lips upon seeing his face.

There was a glimmering sapphire where his left eye used to be, shining in the soft candlelight of the room. You rose on the bed, and Aemond followed bedrudgingly, glancing to the side as you raised your hands. 

"You're beautiful," you mumbled, grasping his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, watching as his eyebrows rose in shock.

No one had ever thought him to be beautiful.

Aemond vaulted forward, capturing your slightly swollen lips in a kiss as he laid you down below him again. "I am nothing compared to you, sweet flower."

You smiled in his kiss and watched with a bated breath as he let go of your mouth, soon trailing kisses and bites of love from your upper body and slowly but surely leading down to your core. You closed your eyes, and suddenly gasped at the feeling...

You were taken by the One-Eyed Prince.