#rhae royce

My boots clicked against the heavy marble stone as I walked alongside the young dragon prince Aemond. Normally I felt some comfort around the young man but now it felt differently. I felt like someone was pushing down on my stomach making it hard to breathe now when I’m around him.

“My lady, we've been strolling for nearly an hour and you’ve not spoken a word. Must I assume you don’t wish to stroll with me.” He broke the uncomfortable silence that could be felt between us.

Tucking some hair behind my ear I kept my gaze trained forward as we kept moving. “I must confess I am rather tired, my prince.”

“We can stop and rest if you wish.” He commented back at me.

Shaking my head I wished he would understand that I wasn’t comfortable around him. Halting in my tracks I huffed, dropping my shoulders heavily. “I wish to retire to my chambers now.” I quickly spun on my heels in a hastened manner to leave yet he managed to snag my wrist in one of his hands keeping me from doing so.

“Lehna, wait.”

I attempt to yank my wrist from his grasp but he holds a slightly tight grip. “Aemond - I. Please let me go please.”

“You’re acting cold to me and I want to know why. Have I done something to offend you?” His voice was filled with care I could tell. I just couldn’t bring myself to be honest with him like I had always been.

No matter how much I despised being in a marriage with Daemon I had no real way out of it. We were wed under the eyes of the Gods and nothing would change that.

Rolling my eyes I tried a second time to break free from the princes hold on me. “You’ve done nothing to upset me, my prince. I am really just needing to retire for the day. Now please let me go - urgh!”

“Stop lying to me, Lehna.” Aemond snapped back at me.

Throwing my freehand up in the air I was surprised he was able to notice. “How do you know I’m lying? You know nothing about me.”

“You’ve never lied to me before so I must assume that you’re lying when your voice gets a higher pitch to it.” He enfired with the slight raise of his eyebrows. He was much more clever at figuring things out then his older brother Aegon, which was very obvious in the short conversations I’d shared with the second born prince.

“You don’t deserve to know anything about me - it’s improper since I have already been wed off.” I sharply growled back with bared teeth.

Aemond gently kept a hold on my wrist speaking quietly with a shrug of his shoulders. “I do know some things. Not enough to build a life together but I suppose I must find a way inside your head if you won’t let me in on your own accord.”

“I’m done having this conversation with you.” I shoved him as much as I could, finally managing to free myself from his grasp. Sadly I only took two short steps forward before I felt arms wrapping around my waist and I was spun around before my nose brushed against his. “Ahh! A - Aemond.”

“Tell me you feel nothing for me and I will walk away.” He takes a step closer, nearly closing the entire gap between our bodies. He tilted my chin up with his freehand making me meet his gaze. He leans forward barely keeping his lips from mine.

“I only have feelings for my lord husband.” I gulped trying to come up with the right words to say to him.

Aemond narrowed his one good eye on me. “You’re lying. I know you don’t care for him.”

“I have no feelings for my husband so I must have feelings for you. Pfft that’s the most ridiculous defense I’ve ever heard.”

The young prince runs his thumb over the side of my face, a gentle manner compared to the rough side he usually showed everyone else around the court. “If you had no feelings for me you would’ve already come out and said it. You’re denying the question so I know you are lying.”

“You can spat off whatever you want, Aemond. It still doesn’t mean shit if it’s not true!”

“So you're saying you feel absolutely nothing when I do this.”

Knitting my brows together I didn’t understand what he meant by that until he pressed his lips passionately down onto mine. “Aemond, what are you meaning by-“

He tugged my flesh against his chest making me yank my wrist from his grasp, leaving my arms to have the ability to move freely. Resting my hands on his chest our eyes met when he rested his forehead against mine before harshly kissing me again. Leaning up on my toes I yanked the collar of his tunic bringing him forward deepening the kiss.

In an instant it was like a million flames were spreading through my entire body. An unknown fire or desire whatever you wish to call it. Certainly it was never something I had felt when I was forced to kiss Daemon.

Experience in the act may impress some ladies. But I’d rather chase this unchecked feeling.

Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck I broke the kiss reconnecting our lips in a fiery kiss. Aemond moaned into the kiss till we finally broke it needing to catch our breath unfortunately. “Lehna-“

“Don’t speak - just.” I leaned back on my toes, raising my hands up to hold his face in my hands. Scanning my eyes over the eye patch and scar on his lost eye. I wished things were easier then this, cause I knew I had to push him away. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just can’t.”

Aemond called my name yet didn’t try to reach out and physically stop me this time. This time he simply watched me and my gown skirts disappear from his view once I rounded one of the large pillars entering the castle. “Lehna!”

Zooming through the castle hallways of the Red Keep and I didn’t stop till I reached Helaena’s bedchamber. Kicking opened the door with my foot the doors slammed against the wall and I shrieked, covering my eyes at the sight before me. “Laena - seven hells!”

“How dare you come in unannounced before the future king!” Aegon sharply took a step backwards from his position about to kiss his sister Helaena until I walked in and interrupted them.

I gulped nervously remembering this was common for the dragon family even if it wasn’t common for my direwolf family. “I’m sorry, my prince.”

“Tell your friend to knock next time, Helaena.” Aegon stomped past me slamming the door behind him after he had exited.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt - uh whatever that was.” I nervously spoke, finally meeting my friend’s gaze.

Helaena clasped her hands together crossing the room to be nearby. “He came in and told me our mother was planning on making us marry when the time comes after our father has passed. I am actually grateful you interrupted us. I didn’t wish to kiss him.”

“Maybe the Targaryen tradition will get broken for you.” I touched her shoulder gently and she sent me a smile before I told her the reason I had come inside her room so abruptly. “Laena, I have a favor to ask of you as my only friend.”

She takes my hands in her own. “What is it?”

“I need you to take me on your dragon somewhere out of King's Landing. I need to see someone I’ve heard rumors about throughout the castle.”

“Dreamfyre. Who must you need to see so desperately?” She asked me in a softly toned voice.

Blinking through some tears by mentioning his name I did my best to not think about Daemon at that moment. “I need to see the girl that was originally supposed to marry Daemon until my father sent in my name to your father. I need you to take me to see Rhea Royce.”

“I’ve never been out of the keep, Lehna.” Helaena nervously muttered showing me she was slightly worried.

Intertwining my hands with hers I sent her a half smile hoping she believed that I needed her help with this. I needed to talk with someone who got out of marrying the man I was wed to. “Helaena, please help me. I need to go talk with her and you’re the only person I trust to ask this favor of.”

Finally to my relief the princess nodded her head yes in agreement.

Hopefully she had some advice to give me.

"What is it, Ser?" You asked the guard who had ran into the room with a slight pant.

"My lady, Prince Daemon was spotted on Caraxes" He answered. You threw the letter in your hands on the table, you were still a young girl of ten and nine namedays and miraculously unwed or betrothed thanks to your sister Rhae who had refused every single man for you.

"Prince Daemon? I have not seen him in many moons" You picked up your dress and moved to walk out of the room. The guard was hot on your tail, unlike your sister you did not ride horses or wielded a sword, you were more ladylike, she cared for her people with the sword and you read their minor problems fixed by other means, hence the letter you were reading.

"I have no information, my lady" The guard responded. Your hurried your steps out of the grounds. Surely the red dragon was perched not far away. You hurried over, you never feared the beast ever since you accidentally encountered him several years back during your sister's wedding and he welcomed you with a growl but no harm befell you, even Prince Daemon was shocked.

Your heart stopped at the sight of Prince Daemon standing over the figure of your sister. She was laying on the ground unmoving. Your stomach dropped forcing you as well to pause your walking fearing stepping any closer to see what has befallen your sister. Prince Daemon raised his head letting the hood fall off to show his blonde-silver hair.

"Ahh Lady Royce, come join us" He held out his hand for you. You ignored him sprinting to your sister's side but she was unresponsive eyes wide open.

"Rhae?" You shook her but received no answer. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"You killed her!" You yelled turning to Daemon. He smirked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Her horse was frightened of Caraxes, I had no hand in any of this, I was merely here to visit my wife" He said smugly. You do not know where you found the strength to push yourself up to your feet and slap him as hard as you could.

"You monster, you killed my sister!" You accused punching him. Your hands attacked his chest and pushed him back. You had inherited your sister's height but he was still a couple of inches taller than you were. He smirked during the entire ordeal not even staggering back, you may have inherited height but you did not inherit strength.

"You beast! You killed my only family!" Your tears were one of anger. He grabbed you hands before they could his face again. The guard who had followed you stayed frozen a couple of feet away.

"That is no way to speak to your future husband, lady Royce" He smirked as your face dropped. You wiggled to get out of his hold.

"Let me go you monster! I would rather let Caraxes eat me than marry the monster who had killed my sister!" You screamed fighting even harder to get out of his hold.

"Is that so? You have no choice, I will make you a princess, my princess" He smirked. A sob wrecked through your body but your fight did not cease.

"Let go-" Your words were cut off with his lips slamming against yours, teeth all, he loved the pain. You fought harder still screaming with your lips occupied.

"You scream too much, maybe I should cut off your tongue" He joked. You found no humour in his words trying a new tactic by stumping down on his foot but no use he did not let go of your hands, he merely groaned in pain and his expression morphed into a scowl.

"Someone should teach you some manners, Lady Royce" He grumbled. You fought even harder as he began pulling you inside. You even used a tactic you have seen children use and pushed your weight down crouching slightly but he only pulled harder dragging you.

"Stop it! Let me go!" You screamed. You wanted to go back to your sister's side, even when she was dead she gave you a sense of security. He huffed annoyed turning to face you, and easily pulled you over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

"Bad girl, screaming at your future husband" You smacked your behind. You cried louder hoping someone would come and save you but no one did, no one dared anger the Targaryen Prince with a fire breathing dragon almost as big as a whole castle.

"let me go" The fight in you was ceasing as hope simmered away. No one came and no one ever will. He walked into one of the rooms, it was your study where you had sat less than half an hour ago reading through the letters thinking your sister was merely out on a ride.

"Do not dream of it, princess" he let you down just a foot into the room. He closed the door and barred it before you could attempt to escape. You tried though, you really did but that only earned you a push back.

"You are going nowhere princess, I have some business to attend with you" He smirked. You pulled away when he reached for you. You could not run away from the room so you will run away from him. You turned around and bolted to the other side of the room putting as much distance as possible between you two.

"That will no work" he taunted following behind you. You moved again sprinting to another direction. You made him circle the room twice more before he finally grew bored of this game and caught you, he viewed this as a game instead of a punishment like you did. You wondered if the goods were punishing you for not praying long and hard enough.

"Please let me go" You resorted to begging. He smirked leaning his forehead against yours holding you hands to your sides so you would not push him away. Your entire body was shaking with either fear or furry neither of you knew.

"I love you begging, keep begging" He moaned against your lips. You turned your head away disgusted by this beats of a man. He did not like that and grabbed your chin roughly and kissed you. You bit down on his lip in an attempt to push him away but that did not work, it seemed he enjoyed it and deepened the kiss smearing blood all over your mouth and chin.

"My feisty princess" He moved you back until you bottom hit your desk. Tears began streaming down your face again. You could not believe that your own brother in law was about to rape you minutes after killing your sister.

"Don't do this, I beg you" You tried again. He loved you begging so you'll beg, maybe it will get through to him.

"More beg more" he groaned. He reached behind you for something, you realised too late that it was your shawl that you had taken off hours ago while going through the letters. He wrapped it around your waist and bounded your arms to your sides rendering your arms useless. all you could do was bend your elbows but that got you nowhere seeing as you could not use your strength or had the advantage of their length to push him away.

"Let me go" This time it was a demand. You had no choice, you were desperate to be released.

"Not today, lovely, today you either beg or I'll do something else" He leaned his head down. His lips began sucking at your neck and licking as of you were some delight.

"Let me go" You tried kicking him where it hurt most but his body was firmly pressed against yours and you ended up kneeing his thing, but not strong enough to hurt him.

"Alright then" He pushed you to sit down on the desk. Making quick work to remove his cloak and belt. Your eyes widened in shock as he forced it into your mouth. Your shook your head trying to stop him but that did not work. Now you could not do anything except coherently babble but no one would understand the words except yourself.

"Much better" He pulled his shirt over his head throwing it somewhere in the room. He leaned down again mouthing at your neck. You wiggled but no use he held you firmly. You did not see the dagger he pulled out until it was cutting through the layers of your clothes letting your breasts spill out of them. You cried harder but he did not care.

He took a nipple in his mouth. Your stomach did flips at the intimate action making you freeze. You cursed your body as it heated up the more he sucked and bit into your nipple. He mouthed at your breast creating bruises. You wanted kill yourself when you felt your small cloth growing wet. This was your brother in law, the man who married and killed your sister.

His hands moved up your legs pushing the dress higher and higher showing your thigh. He pushed the apart easily even when you tried pushing them close.

"My princess is such a pretty girl" He groaned rubbing his hard erection against your thigh. Your eyes widened at the size of him.

"Lets take a look, shall we?" he moved his hand up to pull your small cloth off.

"You're wet! You like me being rough? You like me killing for you?" Amusement laced his words. You tried screaming 'Fuck you' but it only came out as a jumbled letters with his belt in your mouth.

"Oh you will" He grinned evilly seeing the horror on your face when you realised he understood. You shook your head furiously as he pushed a finger inside, it was uncomfortable but your body welcome it despite your protest with yourself.

"You're sucking my finger in so well, pretty girl" He leaned against your ear to whisper. His remained hand moved behind your head holding it in place. Your body shivered with pleasure. You hated yourself so bad but you could not help but enjoy his touch.

A moan slipped your lips as he added a second then a third finger opening you up. You could feel your slick slither out with the movement of his fingers.

"Do you know why I killed Rhae?" He asked. He pulled back to look at you. To watch your reaction. Your walls tightened around his fingers, you were close.

"To get you, I wanted you from the moment I saw you" He admitted. A broken sob left your lips. It was all your fault.

"Even Caraxes loves you" It was all your fault. Rhae is dead because of you, because that monster wanted you and yet he you were shaking and moaning as yous spasmed around his fingers.

"That's it, cum on my fingers pretty girl, cum on the fingers that killed your sister" You screamed trying to wiggle away from him but he held you in place with the hand on the back of your head. You cried and wiggled as your body gave into his command cumming so hard you almost fainted.

"Sȳz riña" Good girl. You wanted to kill him right then and there. He pulled his finger out of your hole only to put them in his mouth, sucking and licking off your release. You wanted to drop dead when that made you squirm with want even more.

"You taste heavenly, pretty girl" He groaned in your ear. He sucked on your earlobe long enough to distract you as he pulled his cock out. You fought harder when you felt the tip touch your entrance.

"Shhh shhhh" He placed both his hands on your hips holding them in place, pushing in slowly. His head fell back groaning loudly, unashamed of being heard. You felt your maidenhead break at one point as he pushed inside.

"So tight and perfect for me" He leaned his forehead on yours. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly basking in your walls and pleasure.

"I'm going to pump you full of my seed and wed you with my cum running down your legs" He picked up the pace. You wiggled but your body soon betrayed you giving into him. Your head fell back with a cry, he had found that magical spot inside you that you did not know you had. Your body fell back on the desk unable to hold your own weight with so much pleasure coursing through you.

You wanted to yell at him to stop but nothing came out except moans and cries of pleasure. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he pushed his cock deeper and harder inside of you. Your legs shook uncontrollably by his sides. He held them with his hands higher until they rested on his shoulders. With this new position he reached deeper into you.

"You feel so good, pretty girl" He praised leaning down folding you in half. He placed a kiss on your lips and his belt. He moved his head down to the croak of your neck kissing and sucking again.

You cried when you felt his thumb touch your numb. You knew of your clit, you had touched yourself before and now you were ashamed that some times it was to the thought of him, the man who had killed your sister.

"Cum again, make me feel you cum on my cock, the cock your sister begged for but never got" He sounded on the verge of cumming himself. You shook your head not wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing he could make you cum. But your body had other thoughts, your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and your shook even harder.

"Fuck" Daemon cursed feeling your squirt around his cock. He thrusted harder trying to reach his own orgasm not caring that you were falling unconscious with each snap of his hips.

"Pretty girl" He moaned as his cock pulsed inside you filling your womb with his seed.

"Oh my pretty girl" he caressed your face gently seeing you laying there on the desk chest heaving and eyes droopy with exhaustion.