#cerexes

Daemon and Saera returned back home after their bonding outside of the walls of the castle and onlookers. She was beaming when she entered her chambers, her husband making his way to the court. She began removing her jewelry, but the sight of her older brother sitting in the chair in front of the fireplace made her stop. “Aemond.. What are you doing here?” she softly questioned. “Am I not allowed to visit my sister?” he questioned. The fire glowed off of his skin and riding gear, her eyes watching him closely. “Of course you are lēkia.” she spoke. He stood up walking straight towards her, arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her into him. A gasp left her lips, arms quickly going to his chest to keep a bit of distance between them. “Skoro syt gaomagon ao indigon nyke qrīdrughagon mandia?” 

Why do you push me away sister?

She slowly lowered her arms, not wanting him to think she was shoving him away. “Because you have not spoken to me since your betrothal. I believed you did not wish to speak to me.” she whispered. He leaned down to kiss her, but she quickly moved back, staring at him with wide eyes. “Kostā daor gaomagon bona lēkia.” 

You cannot do that brother. 

His one eye darkened at her words, one hand moving up and grabbing her by the back of head forcing her head forward, lips slamming to hers forcing her into a deep kiss. Saera tried to push him off of her, but he was much stronger. It showed just how much he’s grown up over the years, how much he’s changed since the night he lost his eye. But before could allow herself to fall weak to his hands, she shoved him away with all her strength. She put space between them watching him closely. “I am married. Just as you are to be as well.” she whispered. “Pār skori gōntan bona matter?”

Since when did that matter?

She looked at his eyes searching for anything to show regret or guilt, but when she saw nothing her gaze lowered  to the floor. “I am in a very tough situation, Aemond. If you are seen entering or leaving my chambers, then Grandfather will have me removed from the castle.” she quickly spoke. He walked closer laughing deeply at her words, body pinning hers to the bedside table. He began lifting her dress with one hand, his other grabbing a hold of her and placing it over the bulge, forcing her to start rubbing him. “Then no one will see,” he whispered. “Stop..” she whispered. But it went ignored, her dress pushed around her waist, his hand pulling at her panties removing them from her with one swift movement. “Aemond stop..” she whimpered. 

“No.” he coldly replied. He pushed her hand away, undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down just enough to pull his cock loose. Pushing her further against the stand, he lifted one of her legs to sit against his side, shoving his cock into the tightness of her walls. A cry left her lips as he did so, to which his hand shot up covering her lips and pressing down keeping her lips sealed shut. Aemond began thrusting in and out of her at a quick rough pace, tears filling her dark eyes, whimpers and whines pressed into the palm of his hand. Her other hand grabbed at anything she could get a hold of to keep herself steady in the uncomfortable position. 

“Ao se nyke issi meant naejot sagon.” he growled into her ear. 

You and I are meant to be. 

“Daorys kostagon keligon bisa mandia”

No one can stop this sister. 

“Everything emā iksis ñuhon.  Aōha orvorta.  aōha body.  aōha prūmia.  aōha soul.  Issa mirre ñuhon” 

Everything you have is mine. Your cunt. Your body. Your heart. Your soul. It is all mine.

His voice sent chills down her spine, his thrusts becoming more erratic and rough, almost sloppy. He moved a hand to her hair pulling her head back roughly, his lips replacing his other hand, tongue forcing its way between her lips swallowing any moan, whine, or whimper that dared to escape. His thoughts were salacious as he continued thrusting up into her. The tip of his cock punched into her womb, hitting that sweet spot inside of her, her eyes rolling shut in pleasure, body no longer rejecting the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her. Even if she tried her hardest she wouldn’t be able to reject him. The love, the bond, the chain that gripped them together was far too strong to just pull apart and let go of. She was Eve and he was the devil, the chain was the snake that pulled her into untouchable fruit of laced poison and lust. “Qogralbar, kostilus lēkia” she moaned. 

His thrusts grew faster, sloppier, her stomach tightening by the second as she grew closer to her orgasm. “Iksan gonna cum.” she cried. He smirked, pulling his eyepatch from his eye, tossing it aside. She leaned up pressing her forehead to his moaning in pleasure, blue eyes staring into his lilac and sapphire. One of his hands snuck between their body, hand pressing into her sensitive clit, stroking quickly and teasingly. Eyes rolling back, body pulsing, cunt creaming as she gave into the orgasm. Aemond watched her closely, hips never ceasing their movement, pushing her through her high. His hips came to a halt against her, pressing into her like a puzzle piece, hot cum pouring into her womb, filling her to the brim. He gave a few more thrusts, to rid of the high, her head pressed into his shoulder moaning quietly. 

Slowly he pulled out, hand reaching out grabbing a hold of her panties and slowly placing them back on her, tucking them firmly against her middle so none of his cum leaked out. “Such a good little girl.” he rasped. He fixed his trousers, gently picking her up and laying her down, a soft hmm escaping her when she took in her husband's scent. This sent agitated sparks through him, but he said nothing, instead just tucking her in and grabbing his eyepatch quietly walking out of the room. Aemond should have paid better attention to his surroundings because Criston Cole wasn’t far from the room, the knight turning and removing himself from his place to report to the queen of his discovery. He should have paid more attention, because him entering and leaving that room had just placed his little sister in danger. 

Saera awoke to her door slamming against the wall, the sound causing her to jump and sit up from her placement. “Grandfather!” she quickly spoke. Two unknown men followed behind him and into her room. A pang of fear filled her stomach, eyes watching in fear and confusion. “Daemon..” she whispered. Hoping her husband would magically hear her call his name. Her body filled with distress, and could actually hear Varimax getting restless outside, which had awakened Vaghar the two dragons lifting. A scream echoed through the castle, highpitched and filled with fear. Varimax let out a loud roar, a dominating roar of distress, confusion, and fear. The dragon tamers watched the dragons' strange change of attitude. Daemon walking out to see what the ruckus was, Cerexes actually beginning to join in on the distress of Varimax. Then another scream had every guard running inside. It was blood curdling, a sound that would send fear through anyone that heard it. 

Daemon ran towards his and his wife's chambers, pulling the dark sister from his side. Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon weren’t far behind. Otto slipped out of the room through one of the secret passages , his granddaughter's screams and cries going silent. The two men stood over the girl's body, her head turned to the side and a gash to the right side of her head. Blood pooled right between her legs, indicating possible miscarriage or severe damage done to the babe inside of her. The door was busted down by Daemon and Aemond. “Get the fuck away from her!!” Daemon yelled. Daemon took the larger man, while Aemond took the second. While Alicent stared in horror as her daughter lay on the floor, no sign of movement came except the slow rising of her chest. The men's blood splattered the floor, their heads falling from their shoulders and hitting the floor with a disgusting slap. Daemon dropped his sword and kneeled to his wife looking at her. “Someone get a fucking maester!!” he screamed. Aegon quickly moved back and ran to gather the maester’s.

 “Māzigon mēre darling ao jorrāelagon naejot wake bē” Daemon pleaded. 

Come on darling you gotta wake up.. 

He lifted her up, hand smoothing over her stomach, fist clenching into the dress; lips pressing into the side of her head rocking her back and forth. Aemond watched, hand lifting to his head watching with fear and pain all over his face. Alicent had a look of shock and horror, her heart pounding as she looked at her daughter in the hands of her husband. 

“Iksā ȳgha dōna riña.  Sepār wake bē” Demon shuttered against her temple

It's okay, sweet girl.. Just wake up 

Finally the maester came running in, immediately getting to work on the girl. It took 6 men to get Daemon off of her, his arguments filling the hallway as everyone stood around in shock. The fact that someone got into the castle and attacked the princess was a terrifying event, because it showed the lack of protection she had. 

Aemond sat outside the room, his leg bouncing up and down, eyes lowered, hand tightly wrapped around his sword. Daemon was in the same predicament across from him, his eyes never leaving the door, Where Alicent stood awaiting any news of her daughter’s well being. “Who entered her room last?” Cole suddenly questioned. Aemond’s leg froze, fists clenching, knuckles going white. “I was.” he roughly answered. Alicent quickly looked over at her son, Daemon lifting his head to the boy. “Obviously not unless you did that.” Daemon growled. “Course I didn’t fucking do that!” the one eyed prince snapped. “Then you weren't the last one to enter the room.” Daemon snapped back. 

Suddenly a scream came from the room, causing everyone to shoot up to their feet. Alicent pushed the door open, only to turn and cover her mouth. Pained moans and screams escaped Saera, her hands shaking as she grabbed onto anything around, stomach convulsing as she was forced to push. A pain filled her whole abdomen, but then a rush of blood pushed through between her legs, a barely formed babe that looked more like a dragon than human. A cry escaped her as she fell back, every inch of her shaking sheets and dress covered in blood. Sweat ran down her face and chest, mixing with her tears.

Aemond quickly turned his head, chest rising and falling quickly, his heart shattering for his sister. Daemon pushed past the two useless royals, rushing to his wife’s side and kneeling down, hand grabbing hers pulling it over to him. 

“Gaomagon daor jurnegon okay, sepār jurnegon rȳ nyke” 

Do not look okay, just look at me. 

Her lips parted as if trying to say something, but her throat closed up making her cry harder. She tried so hard to grasp at his hand, to hold it, to pull it to her, but she didn't have the strength. “O..” she tried again but nothing. “Ondos,” she whispered. Daemon looked at her closely, taking in the single word of ‘hand’. Then he realized, his eyes darkening, hand tightening around hers kissing her hand. “Kessa morghūljagon.” he growled. “ñuha rūs” she whimpered. More tears rushed down her cheeks to which he quickly stood and sat with her kissing the top of her head quietly hushing her cries, hiding the sight of the Maester handling the dragon-like babe from her. She cried into his shoulder about her baby, their baby. 

“Nyke wanna mazilībagon zirȳ.  gaomagon.  gaomagon daor ivestragī zirȳ gaomagon ziry” she pleaded into his shoulder.

I wanna set them do.. Do not let them do it.. 

He turned his head to the maester, nodding for them to leave the babe for the sake of his wife's wishes. She sat up slowly, gently pushing Daemon away, hands reaching out for the babe lifting it to her chest. She was shaking uncontrollably, fingers grasping and holding him. She quivered, holding him close to her chest, body leaning over crying in grief, the loss of her child putting a deep hole in her heart. Her cries and screams of pain and anger filled the room, Daemon stood, his head bowed, listening to his wife’s cries. Aemond, Alicent, and Aegon stood outside of the room each staring down as they listened. 

It took hours of her rocking back and forth with the babe, til she was able to stand alone with the silent sisters, hands shaking as she wrapped the babe. She still stood in her bloodied clothing, throat convulsing as she fought back her tears and cries. But she couldn’t handle it anymore, kneeling as she pressed her head to the table, hand grasping at her red strands of hair and the edge of the  table. “I’m sorry..” she cried. “I.. I'm so sorry..” she cried. She looked up seeing her brother standing in the doorway, slowly and quietly he approached her. He helped her up, her head pressing into his chest allowing her to cry into his leather gear. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her tightly to him. 

“Ivestragī ziry hen, zȳha daor rytsa naejot ōregon ziry isse.” Aemond whispered. 

Let it out, it's not healthy to hold it. 

She cried into his chest, pushing herself closer to him. She wanted the warmth of the comfort she couldn’t get from Daemon. She had just lost her child, her son, all she wanted was comfort. His arms wrapped around her, one sitting around her waist, the other tucked into her hair holding her to him. 

“Iksan daor kostōba enough” she whimpered. 

I am not strong enough. 

“Eman given ñuha gaomilaksir, ñuha sacrifices, yn nyke daor jikagon longer” she cried.

I have given my duty, my sacrifices, but I cannot go longer. 

Aemond shut his eye, holding her tightly to him, fingers brushing her hair back and into a bundle holding her. 

She stood at the altar, a broken look replacing what used to be bright and filled with happiness. Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and Daemon stood back behind her as she watched the babe burn. Verimax wasn’t far from her feeling her pain, the pit of emptiness within her rider's stomach. She stood in a plain black dress with gold belt, a red furred cloak sitting over her shoulder, eyes watching the babe turn to ash with dark blue eyes. She reached forward grasping the dagger, raising it to her hand sliding it across her palm, lifting it to sit above the babe. Her fist clenched blood dripping from the wound and dripping over the ash joining their dragon blood, and putting him to full rest. Her head lifted looking up at the top of the cliff near the castle entrance, her grandsire standing tall watching. Rage filled her as she lowered her hand, blood dripping to the dirt below her. 

The world says Targaryen’s dance closer to madness than most people. Just like they say that Targaryen’s are closer to the Gods. But they say that because of the dragons, the iron throne just puts them a little closer. But every time a Targaryen is born into this world, the gods toss a coin, and the world holds its breath as it spins on and on until it lands. 

Varimax lifted her head looking at the same man as her rider, feeling the hatred, the anger, the pain fill her body and mind. Saera turned her head away staring ahead of herself. “Dracarys.” she ordered. Her voice was low and rough, throat soar from the constant crying and screaming. “Saera no!” Alicent cried. But she wasn’t quick enough because Varimax mouth was already opened, green flames erupting and sippling directly at Otto Hightower. He wasn’t even given time to run, the green flames reflected in his eyes before covering him, bathing him in the excruciating pain. 

Alicent lifted her hands to her mouth staring with widened eyes, a loud cry escaping her. Healeans put her hands over her ears, quickly turning away in fear. But the three men watched him burn, then turned to the female who stood tall in front of the altar. 

“Ziry stole ñuha childhood.” 

He stole my childhood. 

“attempted naejot usurp ñuha mandia"

Attempted to usurp my sister.

“Gūrotan ñuha jorrāelagon hen nyke” 

Took my love from me. 

“Se sir ēza stolen ñuha riña hen nyke.” 

And now he has stolen my child from me. 

“Sīr ivestragī zirȳla fucking zālagon.”