Your ears flickered to the sound of the door opening; Jinx was back from… being Jinx. She smiles wide seeing you there, always happy to be in her dearest’s presence. “There you are, pussycat, miss me?” She scratches under your chin, right where you like it. The scritching omits a loud purr from you, sounding like a motor running. You rub against her while she gives you sweet scratches. It wasn’t enough, you bring her closer to rub your cheek against hers; scenting her.

“Needy today? That usually means one thing….” She spoke mock-conspiratorially, moving to scratch behind your ear. You melt, goddamn, she knew all the right spots. Yes, you were in heat.

Now, you weren’t a bad kitty when this time came. You tried your best to behave but right now, after she’s been gone for some time, you need her. Your mind’s been foggy, your whole body felt warm and you needed some release. Could you handle yourself? Yes, probably. But did it feel better with your partner? It sure did and the fact she was more than willing to help you out was everything to you.

With ease she got the strap and fastened it onto herself before sitting back on her bed. You tail swayed behind you as you came over to her, sliding your clothes off a good bit eagerly. FINALLY! “You ready for it, kitty?” Her nose brushes yours as you straddle her. “Ive been keeping waiting after all.” Leaning in to kiss you, your hands threading through her blue strands, chest to chest. It was like a portal to a whole new world; you could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit and everything felt so damn hot now.

You take her strap into your hand and slide onto it slow, whining at the intrusion. The feeling of being so full felt damn heavenly right now, your back arching as you get accustomed to the stretch. Clutching onto Jinx as you ride her quite literally like a bitch in heat.

As much as you wanted to pace yourself, you didn’t care much for patience right now. Riding Jinx like she’s gonna be torn away from you. “Hhngh— fuck….” You groan, feeling the strap drag against your walls, not quite slow but definitely not gently. No care for being gentle on yourself or anything, you just needed to feel good.

Jinx’s hands rest on your hips as you bounce on her strap, honestly kinda into it despite it not directly getting her off. “Such a bad kitty.” She degraded playfully. “Using me like a slut.” Pinching one of your nipples, you whine then hiss at her. In return she just gives you a shit-eating grin.

“You like it? Using me like your little toy?” Jinx spoke while watching you fuck yourself on her. You nod, still going without a care in the world. “Mmmmmgh— I need it, Jinx— I need you….” You rasp out, still using her while you bury your face in her neck, smelling the familiar scent of your girlfriend. Smelling isn’t enough, you give her a nip or two while you ride.

You’re absolutely drenching the base of the strap, ring of cream around it. Her grasp is still loose and sweet, way into how you move on top of her. So gorgeous to her. But then she sees how your pace starts to falter; aw, her little kitty is getting close. “Need some help, sweetcheeks?” She asks, looking at you, watching you start to lose yourself in the pleasure. You manage a nod.

Her thumb lands on your clit while you continue to ride, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as she gets you off. “Ffffuck—“ your tail lashes behind you. “Don’t stop- please, please don’t stop—“ your tail lashes whine as you keep on using her.

And then it’s like your vision whited out, nothing but pleasure so pure it almost pained you. You cry out, moaning against her neck while you ride through it on shaky limbs. Eventually slumping against her, “Poor kitty,” she coos. “All tuckered out by round one.” Faux pouting at you, making no move to get you off of her.

she wasn't supposed to be stopping by the bar tonight, it was supposed to be an easy in and out mission with some enforcers.

which don't get me wrong, the mission was easy... but she just wanted a drink

she stops by expecting to see the same familiar face behind the bar, and order the same old drink she always orders

so she is taken aback when she sees... a girl?

a very pretty girl!!!

when i tell you she is literally swooning.

like jaw slightly agape and heart eyes.

she kind of just stands lifeless for a moment in the doorway, her eyes scanning your figure as you wipe down some cups casually.

its close to closing, so you notice her rather quickly, your gaze neutral as you look her up and down.

she practically explodes.

theres few people at the bar, just some randos playing pool and some loner snorting who knows what, but she doesnt care about them, she cares about you.

she makes her way to the bar, still at a loss for words, and you quirk a brow.

"Is there something i can help you with sunshine?" you question, laced with a drop of sarcasm mixed with genuine curiosity for her bewildered behavior.

she is at a loss for words, fumbling to make her order

you chuckle at her clumsy speech, and jinx just melts.

your laugh!!!!!!

omg she wants to hear it a thousand times again

and she probably will in her head

but she doesnt tell you that, not yet.

You make her drink with ease, sliding across the bar to her, where she managed to stumble into a seat.

You rest your elbows on the bar, locking eyes with her

"What brings you here so late?" You ask, and she fumbles to find a reasonable answer.

You laugh again and she cant hold back

"say toots, are ya doin anything after this?" she asks almost teasingly

Youre taken aback for a moment, eyes widening at her bluntness.

"I- um... no I'm not... i close up in 5" You reply

"Welp, you're doing something now!" She exclaims, jumping up from her seat and rushing towards the door, halting in the doorway as she turns to face you.

she meets your gaze once again and you

Not that Jinx’s presence wasn’t peaceful. But sometimes, of course, you needed your me time and today was that day.

You didn’t bother reaching for food, the first thing you wanted was a fat nap. The weather was nice, the hideout was quiet and you were exhausted.

You stretched and changed out of your outdoor clothes into something more comfortable—hoodie and shorts—and climbed into bed.

Within minutes, you were out.

—

When Jinx had made it inside, she made sure she was extra quiet. She tiptoed around your clothes that pooled on the floor and climbed onto bed to join you. She lifted the blanket just a little—aww, you were fast asleep.

The sight melted her heart, but it didn’t help the throbbing need between her legs.

She kicked her pants off, rubbing herself through her panties before she grabbed the harness from the bedside table.

At first, you didn’t recognise the sensation and tried to ignore it. But then you felt your cunt stretching around the familiar intrusion and your face scrunched slightly.

“Oh, sugar, shhhh,” Jinx hushed you and kissed your forehead, lovingly caressing the side of your face as she pushed her strap deeper inside.

You moaned groggily and opened your eyes which were half-lidded and heavy with sleep. Jinx cooed softly, kissing your temple and cupping your face to give you a long kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay, baby, just sleep, mm’kay? I’ve got it all handled.”

You blinked sleepily at her, your pussy squeezing subconsciously around her. She had a big grin on her face like she was doing the world a favour by fucking your sleeping body.

You and her had spoken about this before. Jinx had the tendency of getting cranky when she didn’t get sex, and although you liked watching her throw a tantrum—you decided that the best thing was to let her fuck you even if you were too exhausted to actively participate in the act.

“Mmm… Jinx,” you whisper-moaned her name.

She kissed you, swallowing most of your sounds and murmured against your lips, “it’s okay, sweet girl, I got you. You’re so pretty when you’re all sleepy like this.”

You smiled despite yourself, “go away…”

“Nuh-uh,” she pulled out all the way and pushed herself back inside with a lewd wet sound, “too late for that.”

She rammed herself in making you gasp and clutch her tighter. Your pussy squelched obscenely and clenched around the intrusion. She didn’t stop, she only fucked you harder.

“That’s it, baby, fuck! Look at me, pretty girl.”

You lolled your head to the other side, “let me sleep, Jinx— o-oh… shit…”

“You love this,” she giggled, pulling you into a tight embrace as she left marks along the side of your neck.

You were a mess. You knew she wasn’t wrong. You were too soaked to be able to deny anything. Your pussy was drooling all over the toy, soaking it and ruining the bedsheets. Your precious sleep was almost ruined.

Exhaustion kept pulling at your consciousness every now and then. You dozed off twice as you felt your orgasm approaching, tummy tightening with that familiar knot curling deep in your lower abdomen.

“Jinxie…” you whined breathlessly.

“Cum, cum for me. I know you want to.”

She knew you too well. She watched how your face twisted in pleasure and you came hard on the strap. She slowly pulled it out and let the shaft rest against your mound.

“That’s my gorgeous girlfriend.” She grinned wide, like she’d won something.

“Dummy…” you turned to your side, kicking her away lightly, “let me sleeeeep!”

Jinx threw the harness away, letting it clatter on the ground.

“Okay, okay, come here!” She threw her arms around you and buried her face in your neck, “goodnight, toots.”

“Be patient, baby,” she giggled, “we’ve got the rest of our lives ahead of each other for this.”

You whined and pushed your hips up, seeking friction between your legs. Jinx’s hand dropped from your face and cupped your clothed cunt.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

“I am,” you whined, “I need you, please, don’t make me beg.”

You felt her teasing you through your panties, rubbing you gently before she pulled your panties to the side. Her digits sank inside slowly making you moan and push towards her for more. She knew exactly how to finger you and what pace you wouldn’t cum immediately and get the best of the pleasure at the same time.

Her fingers curled. You gasped—your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You were so fucking drenched, every pump of her fingers made that awfully embarrassing squelching sound.

It had been nearly two years since he last saw you, and each day, he foolishly thought it would grow easier to have you not by his side. However, the truth was that each day was a perilous punishment. He felt himself unable to eat, unable to sleep, unable to breathe in your absence. 

He thought countless times of simply acquiescing and accepting the fact that you had left, but the simple thought of it made his skin crawl and made bile rise to his throat. Each day and night, he would spend hours underneath the willow tree, waiting for your return, but he was left spurned. 

He would have thought that his already dwindling hope would finally break, but his stubborn heart, which he had tried his best to hide, still held on to the day when he would see you once more. 

“You shall catch a chill with your actions, my prince.” Ser Criston Cole remarked as he caught the prince in the halls. He was sopping wet, and a trail of water was left on the stone he walked upon. “I am not so fragile.” 

“Yet you still mourn over a lady who had clearly rejected your courtship.” Prince Aemond gritted his teeth. His once pin-straight hair growing unruly as it dried from the rain. “I was not rejected.” He defended. “Aye, you were not rejected. How can one be rejected when the other is all the way across the narrow sea?” The knight sighed as he had grown tired of seeing the prince pine over a lady. 

The prince had grown distracted over the past moons, and the realm was beginning to take notice. It greatly concerned the knight along with the prince’s kin, who could no longer ignore the worsening attitude of the second-born prince. Nor could they stomach the rage and temper he showed day to day, which only worsened when he was reminded that his lady was gone. 

“Find another and be done with all this bother, my prince.” 

Prince Aemond stomped off, his eye twitching in rage. They need not say it, but he knew they disapproved of the connection he formed with you. They were riddled with jealousy that he, a prince they had all expected to yield to duty and form alliances for the sake of the crown, found a lady that he wished to be with, not because of duty but because he loved you. They could not stomach the fact that he found love while each of them were forced into marriages for the sake of power. 

The prince was still as practical as he ought to be. His mind never strayed from the duty required of him; however, his distractions and frustrations lay in your absence. The only reason why he grew distracted was that his mind could not physically rest without knowing how you were. He was only restless because you were not by his side to provide him peace. The only reason why he was enraged was that you were not by his side– because you were not his. 

He tossed and turned in his bed that night. The dull ache in his heart was unrelenting, and so were the thoughts in his head. 

The image of when he saw you last flashed in his mind with each blink he took. His heart ached with the image of you standing on the ship during sunrise. The ocean air scattered your hair into the wind, a small smile on your lips as you waved goodbye to Aemond, who could only stand by the docks as the ship took you away. 

Aemond sighed as he could still hear the last words you uttered to him. “Court me in YiTi, my prince.” If only it were that simple. If only he could leave his duty. At the thought of it, his heart skipped a beat. It was simple.

He was a second son– his brother already had his son. In truth, he had no grand duty to bear. The crown would not rest on his brow; why then was he making great sacrifices for the sake of it? Prince Aemond quickly stood, his lithe frame shuffling around his chambers as he searched for his riding leathers. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as one moment he was lying restlessly, then the next, he was atop his dragon riding to YiTi.

You sat alone in the great gardens of your home, a reflection pond that glimmered under the Eastern sun before you. You let out a heavy breath as songbirds were your lone companions for the morning. It had been nearly two years since you last set foot on Western soil, and it had been almost two years since you last saw the prince with a lone lilac eye and silver hair. 

Days were spent trying earnestly to forget him. You had done your best to distract yourself from being reminded about the prince. 

From attending your grandfather’s court and mingling with courtiers. To travel through the different lands of YiTi and acquaint yourself with others, just in the hopes that their company would replace the one you had lost. 

You strayed away from dark, lonesome corners and desolate places because the moment you were surrounded by the silence and solitude you once relished in, you were quick to long for the presence that would find you wherever you hid. 

“Still thinking about your prince?” your grandfather suddenly spoke as he approached the stone bench you sat upon. Your eyes widened at his words, a flash of heat coming to your cheeks before you quickly shook your head. 

“He is not my prince, grandfather.” You said solemnly. The singing of the birds died the moment the prince, who never left your mind, was mentioned. 

You hear him exhale a laugh and sit by your side, resting his cane with a delicate jade handle between the two of you. “Then if he is not yours, why then do you act as such?” 

You bit your lip and lowered your head at his words. “You’ve been home for two years, and for two years, I’ve had to ward off suitors throughout YiTi and the free cities who beg for just a moment of your time.” Your grandfather sighed. 

“You said the reason why you had stayed was to mend what the prince had broken… I refuse to let you sit there and let the broken pieces lie when there are others who can mend it.” 

You breathed in deeply, the smell of dewed grass invading your senses. “Apologies, grandfather.” You said solemnly. “I do not wish for your apologies; I wish for you to live! To forget about the prince. To find amusement in your own home.” He clarified with a comforting smile on his aging lips. 

You nodded meekly, a speck of hope in your heart that you could finally forget about the prince. It was useless in mourning a man who had made it clear that his interest in you had dwindled. 

It was useless to force yourself upon a prince entirely different from you. 

You were water, and he was fire. He was darkness, and you were light. He was a Targaryen Prince, and you were a lady of YiTi. You were in the East, and he was in the West. 

The two of you were simply different, unmatched– not meant to be. 

The western winds blew against your hair as a week filled with feasts and festivals commenced. It was your grandfather’s eightieth name day. A milestone rarely seen in Westeros, as you had seen the quick demise of many men who barely lived through the second half of a century. The winds were punishing as you readied yourself to travel to town, leaving your grandfather’s palace for the night as accommodations and attractions were waiting for you in the city. 

“I fear it might rain.” You observed meekly, your eyes upon the sky as a dark shadow began to show itself and loomed over your grandfather’s land. “It is merely a cloud; it shall pass. Do not fret.” Your grandfather replied as he ushered you to enter the palanquin. You dip down near the ground as you board the small box that was to be carried by your grandfather’s men. 

You sat alone in the confined space, peering towards the sky through the small slats, your frame jostling as you were lifted and transported to town. You bit your lip as you stared at the dark patch in the rather clear skies, your breath hitching in your throat as it drew closer at a hastened pace. 

Muffled shouts were heard as you were not the only one who had noticed the odd dark cloud that loomed over the great Eastern skies. The once hurried steps of the men who carried you halted as a strong gust of wind came. 

You breathed heavily as you pried open the wooden door of the palanquin, your eyes already cast upon the heavens just to see the belly of a great beast. You saw as your grandsire’s men grew mesmerized as a dragon flew in the skies. In the West, the Targaryens’ dragons signaled fear, but in the East, dragons were a sign of luck. 

You breathed heavily as you heard your grandsire’s guards cheer, claiming that such a sighting on his name day only meant great fortune. You kept your eyes trained on the skies, unable to believe that the beast you saw was Prince Aemond’s mount. 

Surely he would not come. His neglect and silence were enough to convince you. You felt foolish to even think of such a thing– to let your heart hope once more. A heavy sigh left your lips as you shook your head as if to shake away the stupid thought. 

Prince Aemond would not come for you. Prince Aemond had forgotten about you. The thought left a bitter taste on your tongue, and all you could do was swallow the truth, however unpleasant it was. 

As you reached town, you marveled at the preparations made for your grandsire’s name day. You had attended countless feasts in the West, but not a single party or ball could compare to the celebration before you now. 

You marveled at the countless paper lanterns that had set the streets aglow. The warm hues of crimson, gold, and jade illuminated every corner of the village as though the stars themselves had descended from the heavens to celebrate your grandsire's name day.

The air was filled with music and gleeful chatter, and for a moment, a quick, peaceful moment, your mind drifted away from the Western Prince. 

“My child, come, I wish to introduce you to our esteemed guests.” You hear your grandsire call as you still stood near the palaquin that delivered you to merriment. You glanced to your right and saw a group of nobles standing before your grandsire, and you took hastened steps to reach them. 

You smiled politely as they were introduced. Three lords from different provinces, two ladies who held the same face, and the Emperor’s only son. You stilled as he moved to stand before you, giving a low bow that seemed to please your grandsire. 

You bit your tongue and curtsied lowly, but heat quickly bloomed on your cheeks as you heard the lords and ladies let out a breath of a laugh that came along with whispers. “I see the Western influence has rooted itself in you, my lady,” the Prince Xianyu remarked with a small smile when he stood to his full height. 

“She’ll be rid of it soon enough,” Your grandsire remarked with a fond smile. All you could do was sheepishly smile as well. It was an odd sensation to be a stranger in your own land. The customs taught in childhood were barely remembered now, for the customs of another land had taken their place. 

“Apologies, my prince,” You say quietly, head lowered in embarrassment, but a small, kind laugh left his lips. You dared to raise your gaze and saw his almond eyes crinkle in slight amusement.

“No apologies needed, my lady. You’ve spent most of your life in the West– of course, we shall understand.” Relief washed over you at his words. You looked before his eyes, the color of oak, and resembled yours. It flew about the festivities and decorations that surrounded you. 

“Though I am curious,” He suddenly remarked, and you glanced towards your grandsire, who began to speak with the other lords and ladies, leaving both of you to have a conversation of your own. 

“Of what, my prince?” You questioned as you followed his gaze. “Of your life in the West. Do their celebrations rival the ones here?” 

Your gaze wavered as the prince met your eyes. “I’m afraid they don’t. I’ve never seen such extravagance and merriment before.” You confessed, and another laugh left the prince. “Then, if I may, let me escort you through the festivities.” Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks once more.

Before you could respond, your grandsire's delighted laugh reached your ears. “I think that is a splendid idea.” He agreed completely before gently nudging you closer to the Eastern prince. You bit your tongue as you matched his steps that drifted farther away from the group. 

The two of you walked silently as you passed countless stalls and attractions. The awkwardness that initially settled between you slowly faded the farther you ventured from your grandsire and the other nobles.

You paused before a merchant selling hand-carved ornaments. Tiny dragons fashioned from jade and ivory sat upon the table. The reminder of the carved wooden dragon left on your doorstep years before left another bitter taste on your tongue, but you could not help yourself as your fingers hovered over one.

“Dragons seem quite popular here.” You observed a tone of indignation staining your voice. 

“It symbolizes luck, even if dragons no longer exist, what they represented never disappeared.” Prince Xianyu explained as he picked up one of the jade carvings.

“They do,” You whisper to yourself, but the prince still heard your remark. “Pardon, my lady?”

“Dragon still exists,” you said more clearly, and confusion overcame his face before a spark of realization overtook it. “Oh, of course. Your hosts in the West are famed for their great beasts.” 

You nodded meekly, turning your back on the dragon carvings as you did not wish for another reminder of Prince Aemond. When Prince Xianyu felt a shift in your demeanour, he was quick to escort you to another stall. 

You silently thanked him for it. The prince did not press. Did not pry. For that, you were grateful.

The two of you stopped before a merchant selling silk ribbons and painted fans. The stall was crowded with young ladies, all admiring the intricate embroidery sewn into the fabrics, before their attention shifted to the prince by your side.

He picked a paper fan and unfolded it effortlessly to show you the design. A willow tree delicately painted upon the creased paper. You feel your heart skip a beat once more. “Some artists here paint the same design over and over again in hopes they’d master “Some artists here paint the same design over and over again in hopes they’d master whatever subject they choose.” He explained, turning the fan over in his hand. “Willow trees, dragons, cranes. Eventually, their hands remember what their minds no longer need to think about.”

You stared at the painted branches. Long and drooping and overly familiar.

You gritted your teeth as you forced yourself to nod. “I quite like their ribbons better,” you said as you distracted yourself by taking a silk ribbon the color of a sapphire sea between your fingers. Prince Xianyu immediately set the fan down and hovered near where you stood as you admired the ribbons that as well reminded you of the gifts that the prince once gave you during the first days of your courtship.

Before Prince Xianyu could speak once more, you let go of the silk ribbon and turned to another stall. Any stall that would not remind you of a silver-haired prince. Your eyes settled on a stall that sold sweets. Your feet carried you swiftly, and you feel Prince Xianyu follow you with haste. 

“Are you fond of sweet, my lady?” He questioned, but the sweets presented before you were different from the candies lemons and oranges you indulged in the West. Instead, the stall was filled with delicate pastries shaped like flowers, glistening fruits coated in hardened sugar, and sweet rice cakes molded into dragons and cranes.

You stared at them curiously. “They are beautiful. Too beautiful to eat, in fact,” you remarked, and the prince smiled fondly as he took a candy molded in the shape of a peony between his fingers and boldly raised it to your lips. You still, as your lips brushed against the sweet. 

“As pretty as they are, they are still meant to be eaten, my lady,” the prince remarked as he brought the candy closer to you. You swallowed thickly at his expectant gaze, your jaw hesitantly and gently unhitching to accept the sweet. The candy melted almost immediately upon your tongue. Floral and delicate, and unlike anything you had tasted in the West.

You almost let yourself ease at the taste of the sweet, but as your eye caught the familiar gleam of silver hair against the light, you choked and broke into a coughing fit. 

Prince Aemond froze. For a terrible moment, he feared he had imagined it. The silver-haired prince stood amongst the sea of strangers, his lone eye fixed entirely upon you. You and only you. But his eye hardened the moment he saw another in your company. Another who dared to feed you sweets with his own hand. Another that had taken his place. 

“Are you well, my lady?” Prince Xianyu asked in grave concern as he stepped closer, but you shook your head and took a step back, uncertain if what you saw was true. Could it truly be him? Could it truly be Aemond?

You breathed heavily as Prince Xianyu stepped closer once more, his hand on your back as he ordered water to be brought to you. Soon, you took a porcelain flask into your hands and greedily consumed the water inside, hoping the burning in your chest would cease. 

You blinked rapidly, your gaze upon the Eastern prince before flying to the Western prince who stood a few leagues behind him. 

“I–” you tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat as you saw Prince Aemond fast approaching. What you had thought to be an apparition turned out to be true. 

Prince Aemond marched furiously towards you. He wished for you to know that he was here– that he had come for his lady. 

Part III: Would That I

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You breathed in deeply as you felt your shoulders brush against the princes who sat silently at each of your sides, their eyes upon the performance dedicated to your grandsire. Your mind was still spinning from the events that unfolded. An hour had barely passed since you saw Prince Aemond once more, and yet everything had changed.

 The prince had come. The realization still felt absurd. Almost impossible. You even doubted your mind; you feared he was a simple figment of your imagination, but no, he was here. The two of you were under the same moon, breathed in the same air. He was sitting next to you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his frame.

For two years, you had convinced yourself that he had forgotten. For two years, you had swallowed every disappointment and forced yourself to accept the silence he left behind. But now, the silence was deafening as neither of you had yet to speak with one another. 

You blinked slowly as you felt eyes upon you, the villagers and other nobles curiously eyeing the princes by your side, but none of their stares burned as much as the steady gaze of your grandsire, who had his lips in a thin line. 

As hospitable as he was, you could feel the disdain emitting from him the moment he realized that the Targaryen Prince had come uninvited. That Prince Aemond had the gall to suddenly come and disrupt the peace you had spent two years painstakingly building.

You breathe in heavily as the performance ended, a round of applause and cheers surrounding the town square, but your mind ran with what to say to the newly arrived prince. You mustered every ounce of courage you had as you partly turned your head at his direction, your lips already parted, ready to speak, but Prince Xianyu spoke first. 

“You have traveled quite the distance, Prince Aemond.” He stated as he leaned forward to meet the eye of the Western prince. You stilled in your seat as Prince Aemond did the same. There was fire beneath his cold, lilac gaze as he looked upon the Eastern Prince. 

“Aye,” Prince Aemond grunted, and you shifted in your seat at the rather curt and almost boorish response. However, you were thankful as Prince Xianyu did not seem to notice. Perhaps Prince Aemond’s coldness was lost in translation. 

Aemond gritted his teeth as the man who dared to feed you sweets spoke to him. It took everything in him not to cause a scene as he saw the exchange unfold earlier. 

The prince had crossed half the world. Flew over mountains, deserts, and seas. Only to arrive and find another prince hovering at your side, making you laugh, looking at you the way Aemond had always wished to. The realization made bile rise to his throat.

Yet the prince endured. For you and only for you.

You breathed in deeply once more, parting your lips to finally speak, but a sigh left your lips as Prince Xianyu spoke once again. “I imagine dragonback is not a comfortable means of travel.”

You nearly groaned.

“It is not.” Prince Aemond replied curtly. Prince Xianyu nodded thoughtfully. “Then your journey must have been difficult.”

Aemond resisted the urge to roll his eye. The prince had not crossed half the world to discuss travel conditions. “It was,” he agreed. 

“Then might we inquire why you had journeyed perilously for?” 

Prince Aemond swallowed thickly. His eye shifted from the Eastern Prince to you, who sat rigidly by his right. He waited for a moment. Waited for you to cast your gaze upon him. And when you finally did, he felt all the tiredness and toll from his journey dissipate. 

“I came for my lady.” That is what he wished to say, but before the words left his lips, your grandsire appeared before the three of you. 

The old lord stood tall despite his age. His jade-headed cane rested firmly against the ground. The conversations around the square gradually quieted as many noticed his approach. You immediately straightened in your seat.

“Grandfather.” You acknowledged with a small bow of your head. He simply hummed as his gaze drifted first toward you. Then toward Prince Xianyu. And finally, Prince Aemond. The warmth vanished from his features.

“What an unexpected surprise. I was not aware that the West would send one of their princes to attend my name day.” You licked your lips at the tone of indignation in his voice. “Had you known about this, my child?” He asked with a hum, and you immediately shook your head, the bejeweled hairpin that held your hair swaying with the rapid movement of your head. 

“How curious,” He hummed, his once warm eyes turning cold as he placed it upon the silver-haired prince who dared ruin the acquaintance forming between his only granddaughter and the Emperor’s only son. “Have you come as an emissary then?” 

Prince Aemond glanced towards you, who cast your eyes upon the cobblestoned ground, his hands forming fists as the Eastern Prince inched closer to your side, as he slyly tried to gain your attention. 

“No, my lord. Pardon my intrusion, but I have come for your granddaughter,” he announced proudly, and you took in a sharp breath at his words. 

Was it true? Did he truly come for you? 

Your heart raced at the thought. An unsettling rush that you had not felt in almost two years quickly overcame you. Hope bloomed within. Dangerous, foolish hope. The kind you had spent countless nights trying to extinguish. The kind that refused to die.

Your gandsire hummed, tapping his cane upon the cobblestone thrice before resting his gaze upon you, who had color vivid on your cheeks. “Is that so?” Your grandfather questioned, and Prince Aemond nodded without doubt or hesitation. “Very well then, if that is your purpose, I apologize as you had come at a rather busy time. My granddaughter is currently being courted.”

You almost choked once more. 

You dared to raise your gaze and saw a satisfied look upon your grandsire’s face. His eyes upon Prince Xianyu who straightened in his seat and nodded enthusiastically, his action only furthering the smile on your grandsire’s lips. 

Prince Aemond felt his heart pit at your grandsire’s words. His gaze immediately flew towards the other prince, who held a rather smug look upon his serpent-like face. His eye then turned to you, the same shock in his eye mirroring yours. 

“Now, if you would excuse us, I believe the first dance of the evening is saved for Prince Xianyu and his chosen partner.” 

Before another word could be uttered, you were pulled by the hand by the Eastern Prince. Your confused gaze turned to Prince Aemond for the briefest of moments before your grandsire moved to stand between the two of you.

Aemond's jaw clenched. The prince had faced storms at sea, bloody battles, and dangerous dragons. Yet none of them tested his patience and composure as much as the sight before him. You, his lady, being led away by another man. 

His fingers twitched at his side. The old instinct to reach for Dark Sister nearly overcame him. But he hindered himself with the reminder that he was in a foreign land. That he was in your home. That he did not wish to offend you, as he stirred chaos during your grandsire’s name day. 

Instead, Prince Aemond had to bite his tongue and dig his nails into his palm as he had to watch you dance with the Eastern Prince.

“I knew you were well sought after, my lady, but I had not thought that I would compete with another of your suitors tonight.” You breathed heavily as you heard the prince whisper near your ear. You glanced behind Prince Xianyu to only see the seething gaze of Prince Aemond, his lilac gaze following each step the two of you took. 

Your cheeks heated as you took a misstep, uncertain if your mistake was brought forth by your acquaintance with the traditional dance in your land or the prince’s heated, cold gaze. Your body almost collided with the ground, but with one swift movement, the prince caught you by your waist and used his frame to steady you on your feet before regaining a modest distance. 

“In all honesty, I, too, did not know he would arrive. I have not heard from him for almost two years.” 

Prince Xianyu hummed as he spun you around, his almond eyes glancing towards Prince Aemond, a sly smirk on his lips as he could practically feel the jealousy radiating from the Western prince. “He had neglected you for two years, then suddenly came? How queer. Is this a custom in the West our people are not privy to?” He questioned, and you feel your heart spike once more at his words. 

“I’m certain he has his reason,” you replied, and a scoff left the prince’s lips. “You need not defend him, my lady. A pearl such as yourself should not spend her days explaining away another’s neglect.”

Your heart sank. There was an uncomfortable truth in his words. One you had spent two years attempting to ignore. Prince Xianyu's hold upon your hand remained respectful as he guided you through another turn. The lanterns above blurred into streaks of crimson and gold. But your eyes sought for lilac and silver. 

“If one wavers in courtship, what more during marriage?” 

Your lips parted at his words, but you had no time to reply as the dance had ended and you were left to stew in your thoughts. 

Prince Aemond sat silently as he suffered through a banquet filled with chatter and laughter. His eye traveled upon the various yet unknown dishes before him. 

Platters of roasted duck glazed with honey. Delicate dumplings folded into intricate shapes. Steamed fish adorned with herbs he could not name.

He had crossed half the world. Yet not a morsel appealed to him. Not when every few moments his gaze drifted toward you.

The prince sat before you now, Prince Xianyu still by your side, and the long table was the only thing separating you from him. You sat close enough that he could still see the way the lantern light danced against your features.

Gods. You had grown more beautiful, and the realization enraged him. Not because it was untrue. Because he had not been there to witness it. He had not seen the gradual changes. The subtle differences. The woman you had become during his absence was a woman he wished to know all about. Yet here he was, a stranger to you and your land. 

He watched as you moved to take a piece of shell-looking morsel of food, but before you could reach it, Prince Xianyu reached forward and placed it upon your plate using an odd-looking utensil that resembled two slender sticks.

Aemond's eye twitched. The Eastern prince smiled as he explained something to you, and the sight only worsened the foul mood that had plagued him since his arrival.

You looked down at the sticks. Then at the food. Then to Prince Aemond, who sat with his plate empty.

There was a trinkle of pity that overcame you as you saw him unable to eat. You sighed and reached forward to take a piece of duck, three pieces of pork dumplings, as well as a steaming bun and placed them upon his plate. As much as you held contempt for his silence, you could not bear to watch him starve. 

Prince Xianyu pursed his lips as you called upon a servant, requesting a set of Western cutlery that was rarely used in your land, only saved for emissaries that would come on diplomatic purposes. 

Prince Aemond, on the other hand, felt his heart skip a beat at your actions. The gesture was small. Perhaps insignificant to anyone else. Yet to him, it felt monumental. Because despite everything—despite the years, the silence, and the hurt he had caused, a part of you still cared. 

He could not help but let a ghost of a smile inch to his lips. You still had not met his eye clearly, nor had you spoken a word to him, but your actions were enough. It was enough to rekindle the burning fire of his love and devotion for you. 

A new day broke, but sleep did not come to you. You tossed and turned on the canopy bed of the inn you resided in, the resting place for the esteemed guests for your grandsire’s name day celebrations. Throughout the night, you caught yourself staring blankly at the fine linen draped over your bed, mind running with the events that had transpired the night before. 

By the other side of the inn, Prince Aemond stared at the wooden ceiling. Sleep did not come to him as his mind kept replaying the small gesture you had bestowed upon him during supper. A small smile upon his lips as he replayed the image of you reaching forward and placing pieces of food upon his plate. His mind was occupied the entire night with how he could repay your gesture. On how he could speak to you once more. 

He did not plan to stay long in YiTi. He was certain the entire Red Keep was now abuzz with speculation as to where he went, but he could not leave without his lady. He needed to return home as soon as possible, but he was certain he could spend his lifetime in YiTi if it meant he could stay by your side.

When the eastern sun rose higher in the heavens, the once quiet town and inn began to stir with life. Merchants rolled open their stalls, the scent of steamed buns and sweet rice cakes drifting through the open lattice windows. The distant toll of temple bells mingled with the chatter of townsfolk preparing for another day of festivities, while servants hurried through the wooden corridors with basins of warm water and freshly brewed tea.

Prince Aemond rose before the rest of the guests. He had scarcely slept, and what little rest he found was plagued with dreams of you—of smiles he had nearly forgotten, and words left unsaid. He dressed quickly, fastening the leather belt at his waist before glancing toward the lacquered box that held the trinkets he had purchased the day before.

A carved wooden rabbit. A jade hair ornament shaped like a plum blossom. Silk ribbons, the same shade of the sea that separated your homes. His gaze lingered upon them. Gods. Even after two long years, he still had no idea how to court a lady. 

He battled with himself for a moment before leaving his chambers without the gifts he procured for you. What use would they be? He had already learned that purchased presents were futile in winning your heart. The flowers he once brought you suddenly seemed childish. The carved figurines he had spent hours searching for no longer felt enough after two years of silence. He had crossed half the world with unwavering certainty, yet now that he stood only a few streets away from you, he found himself entirely lost.

Aemond sighed heavily as he reached for the door, but before he could place his hand upon the nob, it swung open, and a man dressed in traditional YiTish robes but with the appearance of a Westerner stood before him. The man paused. His blue eyes widened the moment they settled upon Prince Aemond's silver hair.

"Your Highness," he greeted instinctively before quickly correcting himself with an awkward bow. "My apologies... my prince." Aemond regarded the stranger with narrowed eyes. "You are Westerosi."

"Aye." The man smiled. "Though it has been nearly twenty years since I last called the West my home." The prince's brow lifted ever so slightly. Looking upon the stranger with great caution. “Why are you here?” The prince questioned, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

“The lady had sent me as your guide.” The man bowed once more. His eyes warily glancing upon the hand of the prince that rested on his sword. “She feared Your Highness would lose your way in our town and customs.”

Aemond stilled. "...She?"

"Aye, my prince." The stranger reached into the sleeve of his robe before carefully producing a folded strip of crimson silk. "She instructed me to deliver this into your hands should you awaken before the rest of the guests."

Aemond's eye lingered upon the silk for a long moment before cautiously accepting it. His fingers unfolded it, almost desperately. Upon the delicate fabric were only a handful of carefully brushed characters. A single line written in the Common Tongue.

Meet me where the lotus blooms.

The prince's breath caught. "She wrote this?"

"She did." His guide confirmed.  A smile, small and entirely involuntary, crept upon Aemond's lips. The first genuine smile he had worn since arriving in YiTi.

Aemond’s thumb traced the edge of the silk. You wished to see him. And he wasted no time before exiting his chambers and seeking you where the lotus bloomed. 

“It’s in the other direction, my prince!” The guide called after him as Aemond had already taken several determined strides toward the western gate. The prince halted. He turned slowly, a hint of annoyance settling upon his features, but nonetheless went East to where you waited for him.

He made furious steps through the halls, and by the end, he found a clearing that led to a courtyard. Aemond felt his breath hitch as he saw you. You knelt before a pond, wearing a lavender silk robe with delicate peony embroidery. Half of your hair was styled in an elegant bun that you had always worn, a jade hairpin keeping the silky, raven strands together while the other strands swayed with the breeze, like branches of a dancing willow tree.

Prince Aemond paused for a moment, admiring the way the sun cast you blindingly aglow and how your fingertips danced on the edge of the water, large fishes with orange and silver scales kissing your skin and bringing a small smile upon your lips. Prince Aemond was content with simply standing near you, observing you, and memorizing each part of your face once again, but the idea of finally speaking with you tempted him. 

He breathed in a deep breath and approached. The moment he stood by your side, he felt relief overcome him. It felt familiar, it felt safe, it felt like he belonged. You did not turn.

The ripples upon the pond betrayed his presence before his footsteps ever could. “You came,” You said softly, afraid any raised voices would wake the others. “Of course, you called.” Prince Aemond hummed in triumph as he finally heard your voice and the words meant for him. 

Aemond moved crouch down as well, wanting to be near you as much as propriety would allow. He observed your face, a grievous look upon your enchanting eyes that made his heart drop. 

“You cannot court me here.” You said solemnly, unable to meet the prince’s lone eye. The prince felt as if an arrow had struck his heart. 

There was a beat of silence that wrapped around the two of you uncomfortably. You could not bear to turn in his direction, but you could clearly see his face through the reflection on the water. Devastation and perhaps even anger were overcoming his striking features. 

“Is this a rejection?” He gritted out. Trying his best to let his voice waver. He watched you sigh once more. “Meet my eye.” He said quietly. You shook your head. “Please.”

There was something in his voice you had never heard before. No command. No pride. Only desperation.

Slowly, you turned. The moment your eyes met, his heart sank. There was no hatred in them. Only grief, perhaps even fear.

‘You cannot court me here.” You said once more. Voice steady as you looked upon his unique gaze. “Why?” Prince Aemond questioned. He had crossed the sea to be with you. Five simple words were not enough for him to leave. 

You sighed and shook your head, song birds now replacing the silence between the two of you. “Courtship is different in YiTi.” You explained. 

“We are not ruled by the standards in the West, you see. In King's Landing, our courtship was simply between us. The only favour you had to gain was mine.”

You lowered your gaze to the koi that lazily circled your fingertips.

"But here..." A heavy sigh escaped your lips. "A man does not simply court a lady." Prince Aemond remained silent, intently listening to each word you uttered. Gods. He missed your voice. 

"He courts her household." You looked back toward him. "Her grandfather. Her family. Her people."

"Only when they have deemed him worthy may he seek the lady's heart." Aemond frowned.

"And if he has already won it?" The question caught you off guard. You feel your heart beating in your ears and feel heat spreading to your cheeks. Your lips parted, yet no words came. His lone eye searched yours.

"Does he begin again?" Your heart tightened. "...No." You said quietly. Voice barely a whisper.

"Then why tell me I cannot court you?" the prince questioned bitterly.

You swallowed thickly and shook your head. "Because you are courting the wrong person."

The prince's brows knitted together in severe confusion. "You need not win me."

Your voice had softened into scarcely more than a whisper. "You must win my grandfather."

Prince Ameond sighed as he lowered his head. His mind in great contemplation, and in his silence, you prepared yourself for another goodbye. “Very well.” He said decisively, and you caught yourself frowning at his words. 

You raised your gaze and met his eye, which seemed to be consumed by flames of determination. “I shall court you and your grandsire if it is what is required. “Would that I must gain the favor of every soul in YiTi, then so be it.” He declared without a moment's hesitation.

You stared at him, your lips parting slightly. He truly meant it.

There was no trace of jest upon his face. No reluctance. No frustration. Only the same unwavering determination that had carried him across mountains and seas.

Part VI: Spring Into Summer (Coming soon)

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You kept your expression neutral. Because panic wouldn’t help. Crying wouldn’t help.

When you seated yourself on the cot, you quietly fiddled with your fingers. Maybe she was looking. Maybe she was tearing Zaun apart searching for you. But you knew she wouldn’t make it here. Jinx knew when to let go of people… Jinx wasn’t stupid enough to come here.

Right?

Your thoughts blurred together as time passed and that’s when you felt a vibration. You saw the cup beside you rattling. Your eyebrows furrowed.

What the fuck?

The third tremor shook dust from the ceiling.

The guards suddenly looked nervous. You stood up. A siren began wailing somewhere in the distance. Red lights flooded the corridor. You blinked, confused.

You heard distant shouts—some panicked, some commanding.

The entire prison lurched. You nearly lost your footing.

A distant laugh—maniac, almost childish.

Jinx?

The wall at the end of the corridor burst inward. You heard the laughter before she appeared, smiling brightly at everyone before she turned to you.

“You gon’ stare forever?” She asked, giggling.

“Oh—!” You scrambled to your feet and quickly joined her, protected by her heavy rocket launcher that she kept trained on the guards.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just takin’ what’s mine,” she said matter-of-factly.

The guards didn’t seem convinced. “Catch them both!” Somebody yelled.

Jinx rolled her eyes as if they had simply ruined her playtime, “aw shucks.”

She pointed her rocket launcher with one hand, laughing as she grabbed your hand with the other—and fired at the guards.

You flinched, “Jinxie—let’s get outta here..!”

“Mmm, yeah, let’s go,” she kissed your forehead and tugged you away.

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…the air in the undercity tavern the last drop hung thick with pipe smoke, cheap synth-liquor, and the low thrum of discontent.

but jinx only had eyes for you.

perched on the edge of the scarred wooden bar like a restless crow, her gaze was a physical caress as she surveyed her handiwork.

she’d spent hours. your dark skin seemed to glow under the flickering neon sign, meticulously highlighted by the intricate braids jinx had woven with surprising patience, tiny iridescent beads catching the light like captured stars.

the dress she’d "liberated" from some piltover boutique was a masterpiece of stolen elegance, deep emerald silk that clung to your curves like water, cut daringly low in the back, the fabric catching every sliver of grimy light.

"you," jinx breathed, dragging a fingertip lightly, possessively, down the line of your jaw, leaving a shiver in its wake.

"look like somethin' painted on a fancy sky-church wall. like an angel got bored, fell down here, and decided to be mine." her grin was sharp, feral, tinged with purple. "perfect. exactly how i wanted you."

you felt beautiful, powerful under her intense, approving stare. you were her art project, her treasure, her angel plucked from celestial boredom and claimed by zaun’s chaos.

the possessive gleam in her wide, electric-blue eyes was a shelter and a brand all at once.

then the rowdies stumbled in.

three men, smelling of grease and cheap hooch, their laughter too loud, their movements too clumsy.

their eyes, bleary and hungry, locked onto you immediately as you shifted on the bar stool, a flash of emerald silk catching the light.

one, a bruiser with a shaved head and rusted knuckle-dusters (type of weapon btw) hanging from his belt, nudged his companions.

"lookit that, fellas," he slurred, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "piltover trash slummin' it? or just lost?"

"hardly trash," drawled another, thinner, with a cruel twist to his lips.

he swaggered closer, reeking of solvent. "looks expensive. real expensive. maybe we should get a closer look, yeah? see what all the fuss is about."

jinx went preternaturally still beside you. not tense, not angry. utterly, terrifyingly focused. like a viper coiling sight unseen.

the thin man reached out, his grimy fingers aimed not at your arm, but at the exposed skin of your shoulder. "silk, huh? must feel like—"

before his fingertips could brush you, before you could even flinch, jinx moved.

it wasn't a blur of violence; it was a languid, almost elegant slide. she flowed off the bar stool and stepped between you and the man.

her back momentarily pressed against your front, shielding you completely.

"uh-uh," she sang, her voice dripping with false sweetness that cracked like thin ice. "no touchy. see this?"

she gestured vaguely back at you without turning her head, her gaze fixed on the thin man with unnerving intensity. "this ain't community property. this is mine. my pretty girl. my angel. my very expensive silk."

the thin man blinked, momentarily thrown by the intensity in those manic eyes. "yours? girlie, somethin' that fine belongs everywhere she—"

"wrong!" jinx's shriek cut through the tavern chatter like a glass knife.

her hand flashed out, impossibly fast, snatching the half-full synth-tankard from the bar beside her. she didn't throw it.

she shoved it, hard and sharp, directly into the thin man's throat.

he choked, sputtering liquid and shock, stumbling back into his companions.

jinx stepped forward, crowding them. the playful glint was gone, replaced by a cold, predatory light. her laugh bubbled up, high and unsettling. "see, here's the thing, boys," she giggled, tapping a finger against her temple.

 "my brain's a little... sparky. and when dumb, grabby boys put their filthy mitts near my things? near my angel?"

 her eyes widened, pupils blown. "well, that makes the sparks turn into big, nasty zaps!"

she produced pow-pow from seemingly nowhere, the oversized minigun whining as it spun up to life, its twin barrels swinging to cover all three men.

the tavern fell deathly silent. the bruiser paled.

"now," jinx continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. she leaned in conspiratorially, though the minigun never wavered.

 "you lot look like you haven't bathed since the last chem-baron purge. and my pretty girl? she smells like hope and expensive soap. see the mismatch? your grubby paws are a waste of her pretty." she tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness.

 "so, you've got two choices. option one: you turn around, shuffle your stinky boots right out that door, and i maybe don't redecorate this bar with your insides. option two..."

the whine of pow-pow intensified. "...we test how many pieces a guy can be in before he stops breathing. oooh, science!"

the threat, delivered with psychotic glee, was undeniable. the thin man was still gasping.

the bruiser grabbed his companions and practically dragged them towards the exit, muttering curses under his breath. they didn't look back.

as the door slammed shut behind them, the tension snapped.

jinx lowered pow-pow, the weapon vanishing back into its hidden rig as quickly as it appeared.

the manic energy drained, replaced by an almost feline satisfaction.

she turned back to you, the sharp angles of her face softening instantly. the possessive fire was still there, banked now into a warm, smoldering ember.

"see?" she murmured, stepping back into the space between your knees. her hands came up, one cupping your cheek, the other tracing the neckline of the emerald silk possessively. her thumb brushed the spot the thin man had almost touched. 

"told you they weren't worth your time. just dirty moths trying to touch a flame." she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear, a stark contrast to the cold fury of moments before. "only i get to touch my angel. only i get to see how soft this silk really is…"

her lips found the sensitive spot beneath your ear, a soft, claiming kiss that sent a jolt through you. it was tender, yet underscored with the primal ferocity of her defense.

she pulled back just enough to gaze into your eyes, her blue ones holding yours with an intensity that stole your breath. in them, you saw it all: the chaos, the devotion, the terrifyingly beautiful possessiveness.

you were her masterpiece, her anchor, her angel behind the walls of a crumbling, beautiful versailles she'd built just for the two of you in the heart of zaun. and woe betide anyone foolish enough to forget it.

jinx’s smile was a promise, dark and sweet. "mine," she breathed, sealing it with another, deeper kiss, tasting of gunpowder and stolen sugar.

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