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The day passed by quickly and with much excitement as you told your family of your fruitful meeting with Prince Aegon. News of your success had spread rapidly through the castle walls and into the ears of every noble family in the Red Keep. Your recent meeting caused jealousy to spark in the hearts of multiple young noblewomen who had also endeavoured to win the favour of heir apparent.
Prince Aegon’s once sullen, despondent countenance had now been enlivened by your confident manner. Your confrontation with him had demonstarted that you were a strong woman and not to be challenged.
Prince Aemond was right, it must have been many moons since anyone had seen Aegon smile or even laugh for some time as it was all your father could talk of for the remainder of the day.
“Well done dear sister, it seems as if you may be capable enough to tame the reckless dragon.” Henry teased taking a sip of his Westerosi wine.
“Henry I will have less of that slander if you know what is good for you.” Your father cautioned making his way over to you placing both hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, you have truly shone today, I am so proud of you.” Your father beamed. You were shocked by his praise as these pleasant moments has become few and few over the past few years.
“Thank you father.” You smiled.
“My dear girl I knew that you would do well.” Your mother chimed in.
“We are one step closer to restoring our house to its former glory, you must continue the good work my girl, whatever it takes.” Your father urged.
“My Lord, my Lady, a letter from the Queen Alicent.” A handmaiden announced upon entering your family quarters holding a letter in her hand displaying a red wax seal with the Targaryen sigil.
Your father quickly took the letter from the handmaiden breaking the seal, scanning the contents of the letter his eyes rapidly moving right to left.
“My dear what does the letter say?” Your mother asking inquisitively making her towards her husband.
The father opened the letter hurriedly his eyes quickly scanning over its contents and a large smile grew across his face.
“Queen Alicent requests our presence tonight, they wish for us to dine with their family.” Your father announced proudly.
Both your mother, father and brother turned around to you with happy faces.
“But Harold we have not much time before tonight. We must start preparing at once.” Your mother replied worriedly.
“My love it shall be done, now you girl, go to the finest seamstress in Kings Landing and commission a new dress for Lady Y/N. Here take this purse and tell them we must have the dress by this evening. We need Y/N looking her best this evening. I knew that the God’s would hear our prayers, this day shall be the start of a great many more mark my words.” Your father proclaimed loudly, a thrilled resonance in his tone.
The rest of the day was filled with preparations for the feast with Targaryen’s. Your mother started ordering about every handmaiden who could spare their time as they swarmed around, primming and preparing you to make sure you shone just as bright as any other sitting at that feasting table. A piping hot bath was prepared for you as the handmaidens added various scented oils to the bath along with sprinkling wild flowers just for a extra magic touch. The handmaidens back in the Westerlands were consistently kind to you and made sure to grant your every wish, but your lavish treatment at King’s Landing was one you had never experienced and made you feel like royalty.
You stepped into the bath letting the warm water soak into your body, drawing out all of your bodies aches and pains as you let you head roll back with a sigh. Your body was washed and your hair was soaked in various oils which were slowly massaged into your scalp relaxing everyone bone in your body.
“I shall be left alone for a while.” You spoke as the handmaidens bowed their heads and left you alone in the room to unwind for a while.
In your head you reviewed the encounters that you experienced in the last day or so. Firstly, your midnight affair with Prince Aemond and the way in which he had treated you as if you were a stupid, silly young girl who had no confidence at all. It enraged every fibre of your being as your recollected his conceited countenance and his roaring laughter. It made you want to break every bone is his body, you never thought you could find yourself capable of hating a person so much.
However, as you relived those brief moments between your and Prince Aemond you could feel a small heat starting to grow betwixt your thighs. You cursed yourself for libidinous desires and tried to steer your thoughts elsewhere to no avail.
There must be a reason why you are thinking these thoughts.
“No!” You retorted.
Your mind was merely playing tricks on you. It had been a stressful few days and you needed to keep your mind calm and clear so you could focus on the task at hand.
Try it
“Try what?”
Touch yourself
“And why would I want to do that? I hate him, he’s a horrible, despicable man.”
Just try it, you know how good it would feel.
Do it and you will feel alive.
Your fingertips slowly made their ways down the length of your body tracing every curve and edge until they reached your core. You shivered as your fingertips touched your soft velvety lips which you separated feeling the warm slick juices which had accumulated there. Your cheeks flushed a light pink as you felt a mixture of naive shyness realising how aroused you had become in such a small amount of time, along with a carnal lust, yearning for more pleasure.
You moved your index finger a little further up and found the small nub you knew that would give you the greatest pleasure of all. A content sigh echoed around the room as you continued to pleasure yourself as you recollected the passionate moment your lips were entwined in Aemond’s filling your body with electricity.
That’s it my love, keep going for me.
“Wait, what?”
You looked to your right and caught a bright lilac eye staring in awe back at you, a devilish smile causing your face to cringe in horror.
I knew you wanted me.
Your body quickly sprang up as you felt your heart pound inside your chest, you looked around the room to realise there was no one but yourself, you were all alone. You had only been dreaming, none of it was real. The bath water had become cold and your skin had become wrinkly from the time you’d spent in the water.
You rose from the bath and padded across the room to the floor length mirror examining yourself. Your wavy hair fell just past your small breasts, your hips curved only slightly complimenting the rest of your form. You slipped your nightdress to cover yourself as you knew the handmaiden’s would enter your room very soon.
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“My darling you look so beautiful.” Your mother smiled clasping her hands together happily.
“Thank you Mother, are you sure it isn’t too audacious of me to be wearing Hightower green?” You questioned.
“I think it is very bold sister, and that is exactly why Prince Aegon likes you.” Henry assured you.
“For once I agree with your brother. It may be daring my daughter, but it shows that we are courageous and we will not back down without a fight.” Your father agreed.
“Father I am honoured.” Your brother jested.
“Now, come my family, for the Targaryen’s are waiting for us to join them for dinner.” Your father ordered as you all left your rooms and made your way towards the Targaryen’s private quarters. You and Henry walked a little behind your parents as he turned to you and asked.
“So sister, are you ready for round two?”
“You know Henry, sometimes I wish you could hear yourself speak.” You rolled your eyes.
“No, but really sister, tell me are you not the least bit nervous?” Henry inquired.
“Of course I am, I’d be stupid not be. Our father has entered me into a malicious competition to win the heart of a drunkard for the sake of our house prospering. I feel that if I fail father then I fail as his daughter and he shall forever look at me with disdain.” You sighed.
“Sadly life is all a stupid game of advantage. All anyone cares about in their earthly lives is who can achieve the most glory, who will prosper, who will go down in history. But remember this my sister, as long as you know that you have done good and that you are happy is all that matters.” Henry reassured.
“When did you become such a perceptive young man? That lecture was almost scholarly.” You teased.
You reached the grand dining room which guarded by a pair of guards who opened the grand double doors and you were presented to the sight of a magnificent room decked out with precious tapestries which portrayed various scenes throughout Westerosi history. Glowing flames lit up the room as you were greeted by King Viserys’ warm smile.
“Come Westerlings, let us break bread together it is time that our houses become better acquainted with one another!” Viserys boomed as you were escorted to your seats.
“My Lady.” Aegon graciously greeted you taking your hand in his and placing a gentle kiss atop of your knuckles.
“My Prince.” You returned, the feeling of his lips against your knuckles causing your heart to suddenly ripple within your breast with an emotion that you couldn’t discern. Was it a sense of unease, coyness, perhaps passion? This you could not fathom.
“Ah Aemond, come, join us! Help us make our guests feel at home.” Viserys implored.
Your eyes wondered from one Targaryen Prince to the other as Prince Aemond walked towards the only empty chair at the table, next to you, his gaze fixed upon you until he reached the chair and uttered in his now familiar low, captivating approach.
“My Lady.”
“My Prince.” You responded.
These feelings were ones you recognised, the ones that had tormented you so. You knew their meaning and you knew their power, and tonight of all nights you were not going to let these emotions overpower you; instead you were going to rule them.
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Part 1
“It seems as if you’ve kissed the wrong prince.”
Prince Aemond chuckled wickedly to himself whilst your body went into total shock. You felt yourself trembling with fear as numerous anxieties flooded your head. This was bad, really really bad. No, bad wasn’t even the right word for it. The whole thing was disastrous.
You couldn’t even fathom how this had all happened. One minute you were talking to a complete stranger, the next you were flirting with him. Out of all the possible men you could’ve met this evening; alone, vulnerable to anything and everything that could possibly go amiss. It all had to transpire with you held in the arms of Prince Aemond Targaryen.
“I’m so sorry my Prince. I-i, I must have drunk too much wine this evening.” You managed to choke out, feeling ashamed of the series of events that had occurred only seconds ago. How could you present yourself in such a lusty manner like some common whore?
“Oh Lady Y/N your excuse is both feeble and amusing.” Aemond replied smugly.
“Prince Aemond do not mock me.” You retorted angrily, his teasing beginning to aggravate you.
“Lady Y/N I do not mean to mock you. However, I am intrigued as how at first you seemed so bold, some may even say unhinged. Then the next you are so restrained and so… how do I put it, petrified?” He questioned, his stunning lilac eye piercing into yours and cutting deep into your panic-stricken heart.
“I am not petrified.” You denied stubbornly through gritted teeth, looking fiercely at Aemond.
“Your body language tells a different story.” Aemond looked you up and down.
“Prince Aemond, clearly something has transpired between us tonight that should have never happened. I suggest that we leave ‘this’ behind us and never speak of it again.” You proposed.
“Of course Lady Y/N if that is what will put your mind at ease then that is what shall be done.” Aemond’s agreement made you breathe a sigh of relief.
“However.” He placed his lips inches away from your ear, his breath tickling your ear.
“From now on, whenever we catch each other’s gaze, know that I will be replaying that moment over and over in my mind, your body yearning for me and how you moaned at my touch. I bid you goodnight Lady Y/N.”
He bowed his head gracefully and made a swift exits leaving you stunned and breathless.
You realised that during Aemond’s confrontation your uneasiness had caused your hands to place an iron grip on the rails of the veranda making your knuckles go white. You relaxed your hands and removed them from the cool bars feeling a dull ache in your hands. This is when you promised yourself that the next time you inevitably encountered Aemond Targaryen you would not let him get into your head as much as he did in that moment. You were stronger than him, you just had to prove it to him.
Aemond’s words stayed with you until you fell into a deep sleep allowing you to forget what had passed between you and Aemond, yet only for a brief moment. Before you knew it your body stirred as sound of people walking around your chambers crept into your ears rousing you from your sleep.
“Good morning Lady Y/N.” A handmaiden greeted you opening the velvet curtains and revealing the bright morning sky dotted with cream coloured clouds.
“What time is it?” You asked groaning, sleep still having a hold of your body and mind.
“It is 8am my lady, your mother instructed me to wake you up now. Will you be taking breakfast with your family or dine alone here?”
“I shall go and dine with my family.”
The handmaiden quickly bowed her head and went to deliver the news to your parents.
Two new handmaidens came into your room and helped you step out of your nightgown and into your dress for the day. The dress of creamy white and pale yellow, the colours of your house. They allowed most of your hair fall naturally past your shoulders but arranged the two front parts in two small braids which met each other at the back of your head.
A light pink tint was added to your lips and your cheekbones breathing life into your pale skin. A necklace was fastened around your neck with a small gold scallop shell resting upon your chest. It was one of your most treasured possessions, given to you by your mother on your sixteenth name day. It made you feel proud to be a Westerling. You thank both handmaidens as they bow their heads and leave the room.
You make your way down several halls and entered your families living chambers finding both your parents and your brother sitting at the table indulging themselves in their breakfasts.
“Y/N my darling girl, we were beginning to think that you weren’t going to join us.” Your mother exclaimed with a sweet smile on her face.
“Sorry if I’m late mother, the time must have ran away with me.” You excused taking your place at the table in between your brother and mother.
“Now Y/N you have a very busy day ahead of you. King Viserys has arranged for you and the other young ladies to have a private meeting with Prince Aegon this morning, we need you putting your best foot forward.” He instructed.
“Of course father.” You replied dully, thinking about the mundane courtship process that you would have to endure.
Breakfast was filled with small conversations of how others were intending to fill their day while your mind was busy thinking of your upcoming meeting with Prince Aegon. You were a quieter soul and making conversation with new people wasn’t exactly your strong suit or something that you particularly enjoyed doing.
“I wish you luck my dear. I’m sure Prince Aegon will see you for the marvellous young woman that you are. You are more beautiful and kind than all those other conniving vultures out there.” Your mother putting your hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly.
“Thank you for believing in me mother.” You smiled back.
“I always shall my sweet girl.” Your mother beamed.
Everyone quickly finished their meals and you father stood up from his chair and turned towards your brother.
“Henry, you will escort Y/N to the courtyard where she will wait for her meeting with Prince Aegon. Remember, be courteous and gracious. No fooling around do you understand?” Your father commanded.
“Of course father.” Henry replied.
Both you and Henry left the room making your way through the many halls of the castle towards the main courtyard.
“So brother, tell me. How exactly did you occupy your time last night? If you lie to me you know that I shall see straight through you.” You inquired your brother trying to hide a cheeky grin on which grew on his face.
“It was a night full of drinking and laughter dear sister, you should not be so concerned about me I know how to take care of myself.”
“Henry you know that I have every right to be concerned about you. You’re twenty five now, you can’t go about as you used to.” You consulted him.
“At least my dalliances are not as bad as your possible future husband.” Henry retorted.
“Well you’re lucky enough to be a man and have some choice over who you may marry, while I am merely a woman and must go and marry whoever and go wherever I am sent. Even if it is to a lusty drunkard of a man.” You sighed.
“For that I am sorry sister. However, it may not be as bad as you think. If you do marry Prince Aegon, one day you will be queen of the Seven Kingdoms and have the power to do what you please whilst us peasants will kneel before you and do what you will us to.” Henry proclaimed in a dramatic voice, over exaggerating every gesture he made as he knelt on one knee in front of you bowing his head to the floor. You laughed at his ludicrous behaviour which had attracted the attention of others close by.
“Brother, get up! People are looking.” You pleaded with him.
“Let them look, they should see who their competition is, the dark horse in the race.” He played.
“Did you really just refer to me as a horse?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Yes but a very beautiful one.” Henry jested.
“You are such a wind up-“ You started before you were quickly interrupted.
“Lord and Lady Westerling.” A woman’s voice sounded and you both turned around to see Queen Alicent standing before you.
“My queen, we are both terribly sorry we did not see you there.” Henry apologised whilst he bowed and you curtsied.
“It is no trouble. Lady Y/N please follow me, your meeting shall begin shortly.” Queen Alicent instructed you turning on her heels and leading the way.
You turned towards your brother who gave you a small smile wishing you good luck before you quickened your steps and eventually caught up with Queen Alicent.
“How are you enjoying the city Y/N? It must be very different from the Westerlands.” Queen Alicent asked making polite conversation.
“Well my grace, it is very different from home but I enjoy the liveliness of the palace and being surrounded by the different lords and ladies.” You lied straight to her face.
“If that is the case then you certainly would enjoy court life here at Kings Landing.” Queen Alicent replied, cleverly seeing through your lie.
“Queen Alicent, I want you to know that I wish to be the best wife I can be to whomever I shall marry. I shall honour him and stand by him through whatever grievances the gods may choose for us to endure.” You declared passionately, almost as if you hadn’t rehearsed those very lines over and over in your head during the long journey to Kings Landing.
“Oh sweet girl, I’m sure you will be.” Queen Alicent assured you sighing as you both stopped and she put her hand on your shoulder.
“Here he is. Aegon, this is Lady Y/N Westerling. Please make her feel welcome and take a stroll together.” Queen Alicent smiled leaving you both in each other’s company.
As Queen Alicent left you both you looked towards Prince Aegon who had grey circles under his eyes. You guessed that this was due to his countless nights of drinking and debauchery. His countless visits to the brothels in Flea Bottom were infamous across King’s Landing.
“My Prince” you bowed as he lowered his head courteously.
“Lady Westerling, let us walk.” Aegon replied.
Many silent moments passed between the two of you. It was obvious that Aegon did not want to be in your company and was merely forced by his mother to keep up appearances.
“So… Lady… I forgot your name.”
“Lady Y/N, my Prince.”
“Yes of course… that… that is your name.” He replied. You could tell that his mind was lost in another world whilst you walked next to him your hands clasped together.
“How did you find the feast last night my Prince?” You asked trying to make any sort of conversation.
“Boring as always.” He shrugged.
“I recall you not being there for very long at all. In fact I think I remember seeing you sneak off shortly after the feasting ended.” You pointed out.
“What is it you are trying to insinuate Lady Y/N? Because if it is anything disparaging of my character then I would suggest you keep that bitchy mouth of yours shut.” Aegon spat his nostrils flaring with pent up rage, visibly irked by your directness.
“I would never speak against you my Lord. But the exasperation you presented when you thought I was questioning your character does speak a thousand volumes.” You observed.
“How dare you-“ Aegon started.
“Prince Aegon if I may.”
“No you shan’t-“ He interrupted.
“Thank you.” You replied, ignoring his agitation.
“If we are to be betrothed then we must be able to be open with one another. It is clear that you are not happy with this arrangement and that you are only playing along to please the King and Queen. I cannot say that I am too pleased with the arrangement either.” You sighed.
“Your point being?” Aegon challenged. You both stopped walking as you reached a balcony looking over the grand walls which fashioned the Red Keep.
“If we do marry then we know that it will not be a marriage of love but of political arrangement. I suggest that we both do what is expected of us, perform our duties to the realm and then go about our own lives the way we should like and only keep up appearances when needed.” You proposed your heart beating loudly in your chest, hoping that Prince Aegon wouldn’t strike you for your tenacity.
Aegon threw his head back in laughter making your anxiety grow in the pit of your stomach. His laughter continued for a few moments longer and all you could do was stand there nervously awaiting Aegon’s response.
“You know I have never met such a forthright confident woman in my life.” Aegon smiled.
“I just wanted to know that we understood each other.” You responded trying to remain confident.
“No one has ever been so candid with me in my life, except for my mother of course, she likes to chastise me from time to time.” Silence sat between the two of you as Aegon observed your manner for a few moments.
“Let us walk back Lady Y/N, I have many other young ladies who are eager to meet me.” Aegon smirked as he offered you his arm, you gave him a small smile back as you proceeded to walk back to the courtyard.
Aegon made small talk the rest of the way as you entered the courtyard with a smile livening his face. Lords and ladies stared at you both shocked as they started whispering to one another seeing Aegon happily walking with you arm in arm. You both eventually came to a halt your arms unlinking Aegon’s eyes looking up and down your figure, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
“It was a pleasure to meet you Lady Y/N. I hope to continue our talks soon.” Aegon said taking your hand and placing a small kiss on your knuckles. You bowed your head in response and he walked towards the next Lady awaiting his attention.
You made your way down the corridors with a sense of relief filling your body. You had just conquered the first hurdle of your possible engagement, you would make your father and mother so proud. House Westerling could have the chance of prospering once more.
“I rarely hear my brother laugh in the way you just made him.”
You turned around to see Aemond Targaryen leant against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest. You could examine more of Aemond’s features in the daylight, his chiselled, strong jawline being the most striking feature of his face. His lips were shaped as that of a heart, those lips that danced upon yours not even a day ago. His hair immaculately brushed rested upon his shoulders which were clad in dark leather.
“Well maybe it just takes the right person to coax it out of him.” You replied, leaving formalities to the side.
Aemond slowly made his way towards you, the heels of his boots clicking across the stone tiles of the Red Keep before stopping in front of you taking a deep breath in and sighing.
“It seems as if you are very interested in our conversation my Prince.” You replied.
“I was just merely observing my Lady. I’m sure that you have heard of the many midnight escapades my brother goes on, frequenting the streets of Flea Bottom spending night upon night in whorehouses. Surely, you wouldn’t want to marry such a man?” Aemond questioned.
“Your brothers escapades are of no surprise to me, they are well known by all the lords and ladies of Westeros. The question of whom I marry is not a decision that I can control. I must do my duty to my house and marry whichever Lord I am told. And you? You speak of midnight escapades as if you are not familiar with them yourself?” You retaliated.
“I could say the same to you Lady Y/N.” Aemond responded calmly, unshaken by your comment.
“I must leave my Prince-“ You said exasperated at his smug nature.
“No.” He replied, in a an almost desperate tone, completely contrasted to his previous.
“Before you leave Lady Y/N, I must tell you something.” He declared, his confident manner returned again.
Aemond filled the space between you placing his right hand on the nape of your neck, his thumb slowly running across your bottom lip. You felt a soft moan escape your lips as he said;
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warnings: consensual touching, a little bit of angst, aemond being his usual sexy self.
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story premise: lady y/n westerling comes to kings landing in the hopes of becoming prince aegon’s wife. however, there may be another prince on her mind.
authors note: hey i decided to make a series about our baby, our little war criminal. don’t know how many parts there will be but this series will be filled with smut so if this ain’t your thing turn away now. hoping to update once a week, hope you all like it and comment if you want to be in the tag list :)
You felt your heartbeat flutter in your chest as the grand doors opened to the grand throne room. Your eyes examined the room which was filled with noble families from all across Westeros who had made the same long, arduous journey as you to Kings Landing hoping that they would secure the favour of the Targaryens.
“Lord and Lady Westerling, and their son Henry and their daughter Y/N.” The herald shouted.
Your parents walked forward with their chins held high as they led you and your family further into the room. You took each step as cautiously as you could, scared that if you put one foot out of place you may look a fool. Today you had to be perfect, your families future depended on it.
You looked to your right to see your brother Henry looking back at you with a small comforting smile. He had been your rock and your best friend through all of your years. Having him by your side made you feel more at ease on today of all days. He was known to be a fierce fighter and a confident young man. Whenever anything happened to you Harold had always come quickly to your rescue and protected you.
“Let us sit down at the table my love, we need to make sure that Y/N is in good view of the King.” Your father insisted as your family made their way to the table where the most influential houses of the realm were sitting.
Houses Lannister, Baratheon, Tyrell just to name a few. Mothers were prepping and primming their daughters to make sure that not a single hair was out of place. Your father had spent a substantial amount of money on elegant dresses so that you may catch the eye of the future king. This was about the only thing that made you happy about this trip. Looking at the other girls you knew that they came here with the very same mission as you, and some would do anything within their power to secure their goal. You knew that those girls embraced their mission with more conviction than you did.
Looking up the grandeur of the iron throne captivated you. You were told from a young age that the throne was made up of thousands of swords and knives claimed from the victories of the Aegon the Conqueror and were then put together and then heated by dragon flame by Balerion, Aegon’s own dragon.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Henry mused.
“It certainly is something.”
“Well you never know, one day all of this could be yours.” Your father declared.
“Don’t put pressure on her Harold, she has enough to preoccupy her mind as it is. We know you will do well my sweet girl. Be the beautiful, gracious young woman we know you to be and you shall do our house proud.” Your mother laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder which reduced some of your nerves.
“She’ll have to do better than that.” Your father spat, tutting and shaking his head. Your heart sunk a little as you remember the man he used to be. He was a good man with a kind heart, a man who loved his family fiercely. However the hunger for power has eaten away at his heart and he was no longer the loving man you used to know.
“King Viserys of House Targaryen, First of his Name, King of the Andals, The Rhoynar and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. His wife Queen Alicent and their children Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond, and Princess Helaena Targaryen.” The herald proclaimed.
King Viserys donned his usual black attire while Queen Alicent wore a statement green satin dress with intricate lace detailing, god knows how expensive it was. Behind them came Princess Helaena who wore a beautiful golden gown. Prince Aegon looked as though he wanted to be anywhere but at the party which was being thrown in his honour.
Finally Prince Aemond walked at the back of the group but he was the one you couldn’t take your eyes off of. You had met him once when he was younger and he still had both eyes intact. Back then he was a quiet boy who was suffering constantly at the hands of Aegon and the ridicule of the Velaryon brothers. However, the day he claimed Vhagar and lost his eye for it was the day that changed him forever. He grew stronger, tougher, he was no longer the nervous child you remember but a man, and a powerful one indeed.
Hardly anyone dared to look him in the eye yet you found yourself captivated by him. His tall stature, his broad shoulders, the way he walked, strong and proud.
“Scary looking isn’t he? People say that under his eye patch that there’s a sapphire in place of his lost eye.” Henry whispered.
Just as Henry finished speaking, Prince Aemond turned his head towards yours and Henry’s direction. You silently gasped, as his eye caught your eyes just for a moment. You could feel your cheeks heating up, growing pink with embarrassment. What if he had heard Harold?
Prince Aemond’s lips curled into a small smile as he turned his head back, chuckling to himself as he took his place at the long table with his family.
“Welcome everyone and thank you for coming here this evening.” King Viserys’ voice loudly echoed through the throne room.
“We all appreciate you being here, I know some of you have journeyed far. By the end of the week my eldest son Aegon shall be betrothed.” Viserys smiled, all Prince Aegon did was roll his eyes in reply.
“We have a week planned full of festivities, I hope that all of your days with us be merry. But now for a toast to my son, Prince Aegon.” Viserys held his wine filled goblet in the air.
“Prince Aegon.” The room chorused.
The night flashed by quickly and was filled with dancing and drinking. You met some of the other girls competing for Aegon’s hand, some of them seemed agreeable and friendly while there were others who would merely sneer at you and behaved as if they were superior to you. Out of breath you made your way back to the table and sat down next to your brother who had drained his cup of a substantial amount of wine.
“Gosh I don’t think I can drink and dance anymore, it’s going to make me sick. Mother, may I go to bed? I want to make sure that I am fresh and ready for tomorrow.” You asked.
“If that is what you wish my daughter. Sleep well.” Your mother responded.
Your took your leave from the throne room and made your way up several flights of stairs and walk through to the Red Keep where the Targaryen’s had kindly allowed you and your family to stay for the week. Walking into your room you were greeted with a crackling warm fire that lit up your room. You started to unlace the many bows of your dress and let it fall gently like a feather to the floor so you were left only in your undergarments. You slipped on your silk night dress and lay down on the maroon chaise longue as you took in a deep breath and sighed.
The day had been long and you wondered what the next few days may hold for you. What would become of you if you could not secure Aegon’s hand, if he merely brushed you away and wouldn’t give you a second look, what would that mean for your family if you could not advance further into the close circle of the Targaryen’s. Not only did your family depend on you but also for the people of the Westerlands. There had been a Westerling woman as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms before, why not again?
Before you knew it, your thoughts had slowly spun not only into a dream but a nightmare. You saw yourself back in the throne room however the room was empty and ice cold, your bare feet freezing on the tiles. Your body was draped in a striking red dress which was embroidered with a gold emblem of the Targaryen crest. You descended the stares as your small figure got closer to the Iron Throne, it’s magnificence looming over you. You dared to take small steps towards the throne before you nervously stretched your forefinger out to touch one of the razor sharp points of the throne.
Right before you could feel a sharp pain on your finger tip your body burst into life as I bolted upright to you finding your body shaking, your forehead drilled in sweat. You inhaled and exhaled slowly to even out your breath and to cease your anxieties. The fire in the grate had long since been out as you rode from the chaise longue and opened the doors to your room. The guard sat next to the door was silently snoring to himself. You smiled and tiptoed past him and making your way to one of the verandas.
Stepping outside how beheld the vast city of Kings Landing in all its glory. The city was lit up with thousands of little lights coming from peoples homes. You could hear the clamour of voices from different points of the city, some were happy, some sad, some in pain.
“My lady you should not be outside so late at night, who knows who might roam the castle.” A low intimidating voice sounded behind you.
You gasped turning around quickly to see a tall, cloaked figure standing right before you.
“And yet you are up at this late hour doing the same thing yourself. How can I follow your advice when you go about yourself doing the complete opposite?” You asked.
“Because I am a man and you are merely a woman.” The voice replied.
“Trust me, women can do many things that a man can’t.” You laughed.
“Pray tell me what those things are.” The man said, taking a step closer.
“I didn’t think you’d care for my opinion, as you said I am merely a woman.” You retorted.
“You may be just a woman, but I believe, I know… you are so much more than that Lady Y/N.” The man closed the distance between you two making your bodies only millimetres away from each other.
“So you know my name.” You asked with your eyes low, not able to meet this mysterious man’s eyes.
“I make a habit of knowing everyone’s names Lady Y/N.”
“And might I know your name sir?” You cocked your head to the side questioning him
“Now where would be the fun in that?” He whispered seductively in your ear, sending a tingle up your spine.
“You want to have fun?” You asked in the same deep seductive tone looking up towards the man’s face which was hidden by the darkened night.
“Yes sweetling, I do.” He replied.
You felt him place his hand on your shoulder as he let it trail down your body towards your breast as let his fingers circle your nipple before rubbing it between his thumb and his forefinger. A small moan left your lips and your mind started to swirl with thoughts too inappropriate to utter out loud.
His hand ran further down your body until he reached the heat between your thighs. You set both of your hands on his hard chest trying to control yourself feeling this overwhelming sensation of pleasure. You had touched yourself many times before and had experienced the pleasure so many of the ladies around your had gossiped about. However, the pleasure you were feeling at the moment was ten times more than you had ever felt before.
He took his hand away from your throbbing clothed cunt as he placed his thumb on the side of your neck, the others resting at the nape giving it a soft squeeze. Slowly his mouth came closer to yours as your lips intertwined in a soft kiss. At first this kiss was slow and sloppy, getting used to the feeling of your lips upon his. After a few moments your kiss crescendoed into a rougher encounter. His tongue slipped easily into your mouth as they fought against each other, both of you desperate for dominance over the other.
Your hands ran higher up into the man’s soft long hair, letting it your hands run through every inch loving the sensation of it between your fingers. You opened your eyes and let you hand move towards the hood of the man’s cloak before pulling it off of the man’s head.
“Ah!!” You cried as you instantly recognised the man stood before you. Your heart felt as it had turned to stone, weighing you down in your shock.
“P-p-p-p, Prince.” You stuttered.
“Go on, say it, say my name sweetling.” He coaxed your words out of you.
“Prince Aemond.” You choked out.
“Oh my dear Lady Y/N. How I have missed you.” He chuckled.
“It seems as if you’ve kissed the wrong Prince.” His lips turned into that devilish smile.
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