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Come So Close That I Might See, part ii, Aemond

Desperate to secure her position, Aegon's wife turns to Aemond for help // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Warnings: 18+, smut, infidelity, mentions of past non-con, fluff, (cameo from dad!Aemond at the end).

Words: 3300

A/n: pwp but went heavy on the plot. Also available to read on AO3.

Tags: @padfooteyes @darkenchantress @blackdreamspeaks @kezibear143

The dull light of dawn dragged her from a dreamless sleep. The sun hadn’t yet risen, the fire was long dead and Lucia’s bedchamber was cold.

She kept her eyes closed, vaguely aware of a distant birdsong and the noises of the city beyond the walls of the Red Keep. She breathed into her back and felt where it met the mattress beneath her, and as the haze of sleep began to fade she winced at the slight stiffness in her neck and the tenderness between her legs.

Her fingers crawled to the other side of the bed where the sheets were neat, seemingly undisturbed. She was alone then. She opened her eyes, part of her hoping it might not be true. The pieces of her gown were still laid over the chaise, the smell of sweat and sex lingered on her sheets, but any other traces of Aemond were gone.

One night, she told herself. One night and she would allow herself this indulgence for the sake of duty. Duty to her family. Duty to the realm. Duty to her husband. Duty to herself.

She never could have imagined how it might have felt to finally be so close to him, to hold him and feel every part of him. She felt herself fading from the world around her, consumed by the memory of his skin, his sapphire gleaming in the gentle candlelight, the smell of smoke and leather–

“The Queen mentioned your outburst.”

She looked up slowly from her plate of salted pork and eggs, at the three faces looking at her.

The Lord of Casterly Rock sat directly opposite her, his dull golden hair falling limply around a furious expression. Nothing good ever came of her meetings with the Lannisters, not for her anyhow.

Aunt Johanna– Lady Lannister, suited the colours of her husband’s house, red and gold against her Westerling features. Often she was quick to defend her niece, but in the last year her rebuttals of Lord Jason’s usual lectures had become few and far between. Her expression now was soft and unsure as she took small sips of her tea in silence.

“Before this morning’s meeting of the Small Council,” Lord Tyland added. He was a little more put together than his twin, more stately, his hair neatly combed, his scowl more stern than irritated. “She said there was some kind of disagreement with your husband that was only resolved at the intervention of Prince Aemond.”

Lucia held her tongue between her teeth. Aegon’s insults were hardly a disagreement. There was no conflict, it was just… him. She had sat passively for so many years and now rage boiled through her blood.

But she knew her duty.

She took a deep and gentle breath. “As it happens my husband and I have resolved our differences.”

The Lannister twins exchanged a brief look of disbelief.

“To some extent,” she added.

“How so-”

“I will not be elaborating,” she said, “the state of my marriage may be of concern to you but the details are certainly not.”

She spent the day in her chambers, reading, embroidering dragons into scrap pieces of cloth, picking holes in her bed clothes only to stitch them back together, anything to keep her busy so that she wouldn’t have to think.

But all she thought of was Aemond.

The invitation to take dinner with Helaena and Martyn Hightower came as a surprise.

Little Rhaella was thankfully starting to recover from her ailment and was a bright presence. The girl had her father’s brown eyes, but everything else was Helaena’s, the delicate silver hair and dreamy look on her face. Less than two years old and she was running frantically around the room, presenting Lucia with her collection of small wooden animals before she came toddling from the nursery with a dark blue dragon egg.

Martyn started to panic that she might break it but Helaena simply said in a soft and melodic voice, “hold it tight, my love,” and the girl did just that.

When the hour grew late for the little dragon, Lucia followed Helaena, Rhaella in one arm and the egg in the other, into the nursery. Helaena dressed her daughter herself, fed her a spoonful of honey and a few sips of tea for her throat, and sent her to sleep with Valyrian lullabies.

“It can feel like such a burden,” Helaena said, as they walked back to the dining room, “I was terrified of the whole ordeal, and at the end of my suffering came Rhaella.”

“She’s an angel,” Lucia said as they reached the dining room. A sliver of warm light shone through the door into the otherwise darkened corridor, bathing Helaena’s silver hair and pale blue gown in gold.

Helaena reached for Lucia’s hand and traced her finger over her palms, studying her skin as a scholar studies a book, or a healer studies a wound. “I do not envy your position,” she said. “It is easier with someone you love.”

Lucia tried to swallow but her throat was suddenly dry.

She tried to love Aegon. She still remembered their first meeting, in the throne room, before the court. She might have found him handsome if it weren’t for the distant look in his eyes, and the fact he wouldn’t even look at her.

Despite his initial indifference, he had showered her with affections on the day of their wedding. As they stood before the eyes of Gods and men to recite their vows, she saw only him, violet eyes bearing into hers, and when he kissed her, her fear faded. She allowed herself to hope that the Prince she had married was a man who embraced his duty, who would be kind, gentle and cherishing. He even did away with the bedding ceremony. The marriage would be consummated when she was ready, he said, a promise sealed with a chaste kiss to her cheek.

The first time he visited her chambers was a year into their marriage. He stumbled in as she was readying herself for bed, dragging with him the smell of stale wine and the streets of Fleabottom. She had never seen him in such a state. She had heard whispers, of course, of his exploits and his affections for serving girls, but never had he presented this part of himself to her.

At least he had been gentle when he guided her to her knees and entered her mouth. “A mercy to us both,” he slurred when it was over. He didn’t even seem to find much pleasure from it, just a motion to reach a release, and then he was gone.

“I love my husband,” Lucia whispered.

Helaena hummed to herself. “That’s rather not what I meant, dear sister.”

She frowned, but before she could press her further, Helaena swept into the dining room, singing a lullaby under her breath.

She didn’t care to eat much, save for a few cuts of beef and half an apple cake.

When she returned to her chambers, her eyes fell to a book upon the desk that had no place on her shelves. It was large, an old philosophy text with delicate pages and fraying binding, from Prince Aemond’s personal collection. He had leant it to her some weeks ago, but even after finishing it she had found herself reluctant to part with it. She couldn’t say why, if her interest was in the rhetoric of the Maester long since dead, or the fine calligraphy and illustrations drawn in colourful ink and plated with gold leaf. Perhaps it was the simple act of tracing her hands over the pages Aemond had studied so devotedly, having a part of him with her.

True, she had found his scar and constant intensity rather intimidating at first, and warmer friendships with Helaena and Daeron, but with Aemond she had found something more innate.

It began with comfortable silence. The library was a wonderful place to seclude herself, escape her husband and the prying eyes of the court, losing herself in tales of history. She had a particular fascination for the Conquest at the time and devoured chronicles of Aegon and his Queens, and their dragons, of course.

She was rather surprised one morning to see Aemond walking towards her reading table. They exchanged few words but mostly she was happy to simply sit beside him. The next day she returned the favour and, eventually, they managed a few formal conversations.

She lit up the first time he mentioned Vaghar.

“It is remarkable that such a beast of war should remain among us,” she said one gloomy afternoon as rain pelted against the window, so heavy they could not see Blackwater Bay beyond the gardens. “A living piece of history.”

Aemond smiled a little stiffly. “Indeed.”

“How did you first come to claim her?”

But her face fell with regret the moment she asked. By the way Aemond thinned his lips and clenched his fist, she had overstepped a line.

“It was simple really,” he said before she could utter an apology, “I offered myself to Vhagar and she accepted me.”

Her eyes flashed to his eyepatch, no longer fearful, but curious. “Were you scared?”

“Yes, and I overcame my fear.”

She did not question him further.

As years went by, Aegon slipped into his cups and the onslaught from the Queen, the Lannisters and every other Lord and Lady of the court began.

When she retreated to her usual hiding places, the library or the bench in the rose garden, Aemond was always the one to find her, to sit with her in settled silence with that soft expression she dared to think he reserved only for her.

So it was out of duty she found herself walking through the Holdfast with Aemond’s book under her arm.

There was no guard stood outside his door. She took a shallow breath and gave three gentle knocks.

He understood the moment he opened his door to her.

They concerned themselves little with the preamble. The book was forgotten on his desk as their lips met. She loved the desperation of it, the way he pawed at her dress and whimpered when she tugged on his hair.

“I’ve thought of nothing but you,” he uttered between their kisses, “I thought I might come to you tonight… I did not wish to presume.”

Always courtly and composed, it thrilled her to hear Aemond’s voice so breathless and raw. A warmth swelled in her chest, pride and lust, feeding off each other and intertwining until she could hardly form any thought other than him.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She pulled back just a little, resting her thumb over the pillowy pink of his lips. “I cannot stay long,” she whispered, “someone will notice my absence.”

His hands settled on her waist, holding her gently, as though she were something precious, but with a firmness that fuelled her desire. “Let me take care of you, Princess.”

It was quicker than before. He turned her around and brought her to lean against a table, making quick work of hitching up her skirt and pulling down her small clothes.

He groaned to see her desire already dripping onto her thighs, tracing featherlight patterns over her skin and teasing her needy centre.

And then his hand came around her throat, a delicate hold, but it made her head spin as he inched his cock into her entrance and started to fuck her.

She gripped the edge of the table, unsure of what else to do with herself but moan and make breathy attempts at saying his name. The stretch of his cock inside her, his fingers working over her pearl and his light grunts in her ear, it all felt so perfect.

“Good girl,” he uttered, hot breath sending shivers over her skin “you take it so well for me, Princess.”

“This excites you, doesn’t it? That I’m his and not yours,” she teased.

“I think you like it,” he rasped, driving his hips faster against her rear, pushing himself deeper and deeper until he met that spot that left her body weak. “You need me, to fulfil your duty… your desire.”

If he was intending to tease her it was working. She could feel herself clenching around him, as her pleasure began to rise in her.

She nodded, hardly aware she was doing it. “I want you, Aemond, I need you.”

“Beg me for it. Beg me to paint this perfect little cunt.”

“Please… I want it… I want it…”

She fell against his chest as they came together. She could feel him draining inside her, fucking every last drop of his seed into her as his hand pressed against her stomach to keep her close against him. She gripped his hand and he didn’t seem to mind the crescent marks she left behind.

She savoured the stillness for a moment, the closeness, the fullness of his cock inside of her and the afterglow of her release.

“I meant it,” she said, “I find so little to be happy about. I do not love my husband. I resent my position. I allow myself so little hope.”

Aemond pressed an achingly light kiss to her temple. She leaned into his touch and held his hand a little tighter.

“I just want you,” she whispered.

“You may have me whenever you wish, Princess,” he said, trailing his lips down her cheek before he tilted her head back to meet him in a slow, contented kiss.

Once she had fixed her small clothes she headed to the door.

“Will you take me riding tomorrow?” She asked.

He raised his good eyebrow. “Riding?”

“To the Kingswood.”

The brow dropped. “Oh.”

“You didn’t think I meant…”

Aemond smirked at his own assumption. “Well, who am I to deny the wishes of my Princess?”

She passed one other person as she walked from Aemond’s chambers, a young maid with a timid face and a bundle of laundry in her arms. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor as she passed the Princess.

“Where are those from?”

The girl froze, like a squirrel catching sight of a dog. “Pardon, your Grace?”

“These–” Lucia gestured to the white lines, “where did they come from?”

“They are Prince Aegon’s, your Grace.”

“An unusual hour to be changing his bedclothes.”

“They… needed to be changed.”

Lucia sighed. “Has he overindulged himself in his cups tonight?”

“Quite so, your Grace.”

She thought for a moment. She could still feel Aemond’s seed spilling from her.

After briefly thanking the maid she walked on, past the corridor that led to her own chambers and towards her husband’s.

Aegon’s room smelled sour, of spilled wine and vomit. She could taste it on her tongue as she breathed. A loud snore sounded from the bed. Aegon was sprawled on his front, his clothes discarded on the floor around the bed.

The heels of her shoes clicked against the floor as she approached the bed, and he did not stir. She pulled back the covers on one side, and still, nothing.

She chewed on a piece of flesh in her mouth. Part of her thought she might regret this, but if it worked, she might never need to find herself in such a position again.

She undid her gown and removed her corset and shift, leaving them atop a chest by the window. The air was surprisingly warm against her bare skin.

With Aemond’s seed still spilling from her, she slipped into the bed, as far away from Aegon’s unconscious body as she could, though with his arm laying out it was difficult to avoid him.

She lay there, eyes closed and limbs stiff, and waited for the morning to come.

By the time it did her eyes were sore and she felt as though she had not slept, but she must have fallen asleep at some point because the early light took her by surprise.

Someone needed to see her in order for this to work, either a maid, come to leave the Prince his breakfast, or Aegon himself.

By some miracle of the Gods, the snoring stopped, and his fingers drifted over the skin of her arm.

“Wife,” Aegon muttered into his pillow, “I don’t recall summoning you.”

“Have you considered your memory may be improved if you drank less?”

“I drink just the right amount,” he grumbled, falling onto his back and stretching his arms out in front of him. He rubbed at his eyes, then he stared at her. “Did I fuck you?”

She rolled her eyes and hauled herself from the bed, fully revealing her bare body and the stain in his sheets. That seemed to be enough, and he muttered a crude curse as she started to dress herself.

“Congratulations husband, it only took us five years.”

He would only need to be fooled once.

As for Aemond she felt no need to deny her desires.

Their encounters in the library became stolen kisses hidden amongst the shelves. Rides into the Kingswood left her with swollen lips, tangled hair and bruises against her back. In every other aspect, their lives became a game, a hand on the small of her back as they walked through the gardens, whispers of sweet nothings as helped her practise her marksmanship, all to tease each other, to see how far they could push each other until one gave in.

They knew to avoid being seen alone after dark. Sometimes he visited her before breakfast, or else she would meet him in the training yard and walk back to his chambers with him. They often found themselves in more formal company, receptions, feasts, tourneys, and there was always a corner to stow away into, a brief moment for them to claim as their own.

Their familiarity did not raise any suspicion, as far as she could tell. Of the King’s children she had always cared less for Aegon than his siblings. Sometimes she thought the faces around her seemed to look at her a little curiously, but she and Aemond had already been friends for years and faced no scrutiny for it.

When she realised their efforts had become fruitful, Aemond was the first person she went to, breaking their usual rule of avoiding each other after dark. They sat together on a settee before the fire in his chambers, his arms around her as she leaned into his shoulder.

“I’ll protect you,” he whispered, “both of you, until my last breath, whatever may come.”

The labour lasted days, but at the end of it came Jaehaerys.

The whispers of the court were quelled, the Hightowers at last seemed to view her as something more than an inconvenience, and the realm celebrated the birth of a new Prince. A Prince with silver hair and violet eyes, just like his father.

Aemond visited the nursery every day, sitting by the cradle, stroking his finger over the babe’s delicate skin, or simply looking over his face. He read to him too. Lucia laughed at the ridiculousness of Aemond bringing volumes of his philosophy books and reciting arguments of ethics and existence to an infant. But it had some kind of effect, Jaehaerys’ eyes would always go wide at the sound of his uncle’s voice.

Lucia entered the nursery one evening. Aemond was leaning back in an armchair, with Jaehaerys cradled into his chest, their lips both parted and their breaths, fluttering as they slept, in perfect unison. They looked so content and peaceful, her boys.

Her fingers came to the Valyrian steel band around her ring finger and her heart sank. She had everything she wanted, her son, her Aemond, her position, and it all rested on a lie.

Even with Aemond’s love and promise of protection, she had never felt so unsure of herself.

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 29 days ago

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assortedseaglass · 1 year ago

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Borne & Bound - I

Aemond Targaryen x OFC

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Summary: When Prince Aemond insults the commander of the Braedel cavalry, Viserys sends him to their kingdom so that he may learn the art of diplomacy and do battle with the commander herself, the spirited Lady Geowyth.

Content Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Smut, Canon-typical Sexism, Mentions of Incest¸ Mentions of Sexual Assault

Word Count: 2.6K

Note: Just a little intro chapter. This is completely canon divergent. I am rubbish at intricate plotting and relatively new to this fandom. This idea has been rummaging around for a good while in my head, and it’s time to put it into action. If you do want an amazingly plotted, political Aemond Targaryen story, please please please read You Were Always With Me by @myfandomprompts. I was on tenterhooks for every upload, it’s a masterfully crafted story with complex character analysis and so many tense and thrilling moments. I adored it!

I think many people have done this, but I’ve aged up the Targaryen children to their mid-twenties.

“Pay attention,”

“It’s too fucking hot,”

“Be quiet!”

Casting his eye over his sister’s head, Aemond watched his mother and brother hiss lowly to each other. The afternoon was hot. Oppressively so. The clock tower above the sept chimed, marking an hour since they had appeared on the barbican steps, and an hour of passive bickering. A mustard butterfly flew across his face, and he looked down to see Helaena’s mournful gaze follow it. She smiled at him half-heartedly and turned back to the crowded steps as Ser Harrold’s voice carried over them.

“Lord Jason, of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Ward of the West.”

In a sweep of embroidered velvet, Ser Tyland moved from his sentinel behind the royal family to greet his twin and the other members of his house.

“Lord Borros, of House Baratheon, Lord of Storms End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands.”

The list of houses was endless. Despite the Targaryen proclivity for heat, even Aemond could feel a trickle of sweat journey its way along his spine. Thunder rumbled around the walls of the barbican and the gathered crowd stirred. Aemond cast his eye upwards, and the clear sky stared back.

“It won’t rain,” came Helaena’s soft voice beside him. Still Aemond watched the sky. “They would let us know.” At this, he turned to his sister. She was pointing to a beetle on the stone steps. A little way off, a sparrow watched it with glinting eyes.

“Mmm,” his eye moved to Aegon, who had stopped his fussing to listen to his sister-wife. He rolled his eyes at Aemond, who ignored him and turned slowly back to the approaching nobles. The youngest Baratheon girl gasped as his eye moved over her, and she inched closer to her sisters. The stiff leather of this doublet hid his sigh, for Aemond was used to this response, especially from the younger women of the court. On his eighteenth nameday, he decided once and for all to forgo the ugly eyepatch he wore to cover his disfigurement. The serving boy acting as his valet made to place the patch over his braided hair, when the young prince grasped his wrist.

“Not tonight,”

The boy bowed and left the prince to his chambers. In the candlelight of the room, the sapphire in place of the prince’s missing eye shone vivid and the violet of the other, so famed in Targaryen lore, looked dull by comparison. With one last glance at his reflection, Aemond smoothed his green tunic, flicked the unbraided strands of blond hair over his shoulder, and made his solitary way to the feast. How rude of him, to keep his guests waiting.

With excited steps, he hurried through the keep and to the throne room. A few maidservants gasped upon seeing him and scurried aside, curtsying deeply as he passed them. Even today, Aemond could feel pride swelling in his chest. Maesters, heading back to their cloisters bowed with solemn utterances of his name, and Aemond nodded back, not noticing how their eyes trailed after the young prince with pity and horror. Two guards jumped into position as he approached the great doors of the hall, Aemond barely registering their exchange of shock. Light poured into the hall as they swung open the doors, the orange glow of flame illuminating the prince at the head of the hall. Ser Harrold’s voice announced his arrival, faltering as he turned to look at the young man. No sooner had he entered the hall did the whispered chatter begin. Members of every house gazed upon his nightmarish visage. Some couldn’t look. Girls from noble houses, adorned in their finery, some whom he had hoped to court, turned from his face when he looked upon them. The rest of the memory was a blur of hot tears and screamed vengeance. Since then, the eyepatch remained firmly in place.

“Brother,” Helaena’s hand brushed his own. “You’re staring.” Aemond blinked once, twice and averted his eye from the poor Baratheon girl, her own boring into the ground, quaking as her sister held her hand. Lord Borros and Queen Alicent talked quietly, exchanging pleasantries and glancing occasionally in Aemond’s direction. Ah, so that was the order of it. Marry him off to a Baratheon. Well, the youngest was certainly out of the running.

Another rumble of thunder rattled off the stone walls, accompanied by the clatter of metal against leather. Beside Aemond, Helaena gasped and clapped her hands together. The sound was not due to thunder at all, but the cavalry of horses making its way through the Red Keep’s portcullis. Many of the gathered crowd scuttled to the sides of the barbican courtyard, the Baratheons huddled next to the Queen and the Lannisters stopped in the doorway of the council chamber, eager to assess the party’s new arrivals.

At least three dozen dark stallions poured through the gates, their loose manes rippling in the breeze. The clap of their hooves across the courtyard sent deep tremors through the prince, and at his side he felt his sister shiver. With excitement or nerves, he didn’t know. Above the horses, banners of bronze, blue and wine-rich red flew in the air, the horses emblazoned on them riding the wind, and atop each steed sat a knight, their riding leathers adorned with the sigil of their house; the bucking horse with teeth bared. The helmets of their armour produced plumes of horsehair, no doubt to give the impression they were at one with their mounts. Aemond scoffed. It was a sweet attempt to seem commanding, he supposed. His amusement turned to horror however, when he noticed the slightness of some of the warriors. It couldn’t be. Beneath many of the helmets, scattered amongst the knights, were women. Women in battle dress, shields slung over their backs and swords at their side. The prospect of marrying a Baratheon girl did not seem so dreadful now, if the only women at court were to be Helaena’s ladies-in-waiting, the noble ladies his mother pushed at him or these horse maids.

“Gestillan!”

The cry came from the front of the cavalry, the language one that Aemond could not place, and the cavalry shuffled to a halt. Every head turned towards them. Three riders led the troop, two men and a woman.

“Lord Geodred, of House Beridan, heir to Braedel and commander of the Renward, his sister, Lady Geowyth, and Ser Herumbrand Fasthelm, captain of the Renward.”

Lord Geodred, the man who had issued the call, was at the centre of the three. Unlike the rest of the riders, the three leaders wore no helmets, and Lord Geodred’s hair shone russet like a crown about his head. Stubble decorated his round cheeks, and his small eyes twinkled with mirth. There was something in him that reminded Aemond of his mother in her happier days. The tunic he wore was made of velvet, the fabric coloured the same as the sky when Aemond rode Vhagar just before sun’s rise; that deep, endless blue. Bronze pattern work wound around his sleeves and cape, draped nobly over his mount’s back.

The man to his right was an imposing beast. Ser Herumbrand. The old knight’s dark armour was flecked with scratches, though none could quite match those across his face. His white hair was roughly shorn close to his scalp and, combined with the jutting of his square jaw, gave the man a look of stone come to life. Grey eyes scanned the royals and gathered nobles. He looked down his wide nose at them, though his mouth gave him away. The faintest smile played at the corners if his lips. At his side, his hand rested against the hilt of an enormous sword, the other lax on the reign of the chestnut horse he rode. The two men dismounted and Aemond watched their progress up the great steps towards the royal family. Lord Geodred bowed deeply to the Queen, and when she held out her hand, rather than bend to kiss it, Geodred clasped it warmly with both of his.

“An honour, my Queen, that you would have us attend the King’s council. I am only sorry that it is I and not our uncle,”

“And I am sorry that my husband is not here to welcome you, and that your dear uncle is ill. How is the good King?”

“He is well enough, for now-”

A glint of gold caused Aemond’s eye to drift from his mother and her guests to the woman now dismounting from her own stallion. The black horse she rode was an enormous creature, perhaps the largest horse he had ever seen. The tangle of mane covered its eyes, and it huffed through its flared nostrils as its rider departed with a firm pat to his sleek and muscled neck. From beneath its muzzle she appeared, removing her leather riding gloves and handing them to the rider beside her. Like her brother, the Lady Geowyth was bonny faced, though her hair was much darker. It cascaded in frizzy strands to her waist, the effect giving her the look of something haunted, like a witch fresh from a bog. Where her brother wore blue, she wore the red of her house, dark like blood, the velvet gown frayed and sprayed with mud no doubt from the journey. Lifting the skirt of her dress, she approached her brother, who turned and introduced his sister to the Queen. Aemond watched she curtsied, deeper than any who had come before her, and thanked her for her hospitality.

The Braedels moved along the row, first Lord Geodred, then his sister and Ser Herumbrand. Geodred shook Aegon’s hand jovially after bowing, and the poor prince looked jostled. His ability to stand upright was already hampered by his drinking and the vigorous shaking by a warrior lord did nothing to help him. The lady, Geowyth, curtsied to the prince who took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to it. He muttered something and she laughed, from genuine pleasure or politeness Aemond could not tell. When the party moved towards Helaena, Aegon looked to his brother and winked, licking his lips. He laughed as Aemond imperceptibly shook his head, but ceased when his mother smacked his arm. Aemond distinctly saw her mutter the word “behave.”

Unlike with his mother and brother, Aemond noted that Lord Geodred did not touch Helaena, merely bowed with a gentle “hello”, to which she nodded and clasped her hands. Instead, he stepped aside and introduced the princess to his sister. Helaena, taken by one of her flights of fancy, held out a hand and caught the dark velvet of Lady Geowyth’s cape. She ran her fingers along it murmuring about the delicacy of the embroidery.

“Perhaps we could go to the haberdashers,” Geowyth said gently. “And choose fabric together? By the old Gods and the new, it would be nice to have the company of another young woman.”

Helaena beamed, nodding as she let go of the fabric and swung her arms in front of her. Geodred stepped before Aemond and raised his eyebrows, the act denoting fondness rather than annoyance at their two sisters. The Lord’s calm countenance and assuredness belied his true age for up close, Aemond noted he could have been no older than thirty.

“Prince Aemond,” Geodred bowed. “A pleasure. Your father’s letters to my uncle tell that you are a great student of history.” Beside him, Geowyth looked up.

“History, yes,” Aemond’s voice was measured. “And the languages.”

Geodred nodded. “I hope that you would find the time to show me some of your favourite volumes. I have not the head for history but must learn if I am to inherit my uncle’s kingdom.”

“Of course,” Aemond bowed his head only slightly. “And I might enquire as to your language-” He let the sentence hang, waiting on Geodred to answer.

“Braehic, spoken only in our kingdom. Aed grundset,” At these unknown words, Aemond’s lips twitched into an uncomfortable smile and he bowed, signifying to Geodred that their conversation was at an end. The other man smiled and moved aside. “My sister, Geowyth.”

She was already deep in a bow when Aemond looked upon her. The hair she left untied, tangled like that of her steed, fell forward from her shoulders and near swept the floor. When she straightened to her full height, she met Aemond almost eye to covered eye. At once, Aemond’s eye fell to the ground. The flicker was quick, and he recovered to look at her once again, but nonetheless, they had caught him off guard. Like the bronze of Beridan banners, her eyes gleamed amber. Framed beneath her dark and straight lashes, they stared into his own like an eagle after prey, so bright they were almost yellow. She smiled.

“Your Grace,”

“My lady.” Aemond possessed none of the easy charm of his brother, nor the intriguing gentleness of his sister and, frozen under the gaze of her eyes, said nothing at all. The lady had clearly not expected his silence and glanced quickly to her brother.

“My Queen,” Geodred stepped forward and offered Alicent his arm. “I believe we are the last to arrive-”

“Thank the mother, the maiden and the crone’s sagging-”

“Thank you, Lord Geodred,” Alicent cut Aegon off, taking Geodred’s arm and leading him inside the Red Keep. Behind them followed the royal children and the nobles of the other houses. Helaena tucked her arm into Aemond’s, watching the party from Braedel every now and again over her shoulder.

“Borne and bound,” she muttered.

“Hm?” Aemond followed her eyes. Lady Geowyth and Ser Herumbrand were deep in conversation. The old knight’s eyes caught Aemond’s and the young prince turned around.

“I like them,”

“I’m glad, sister,” he squeezed her hand. “They seemed very taken by you too.” Helaena blushed and clung closer to him.

“Shame the same can’t be said about you,” Aegon took Helaena’s arm from Aemond’s. When the time was right and he was sober enough to remember, Aegon liked to act the doting husband to his sister. Aemond bowed his head and took great strides to be away from his family and the party behind them, catching Aegon’s words as he departed for his chambers.

“Only a few more hours of council and then the drinking can begin.” A roar of approval rose from the noblemen and Aemond sighed. Between the council and the King’s nameday festivities, women being forced upon him or being ignored completely, Aemond knew this week was to be excruciating.

Note: Gestillan = halt

Aed grundset = of course

The language that the Braedel kingdom speaks is Old English. I was inspired (no surprises here) by Tolkien and the Rohirrim, and the area of the UK that I am from when creating this house. There will be a lot more about them and their society in upcoming chapters! The names in old English names are typically said how the are written, though the prefix “geo” is said as “gay-O”, rather than the “geo" in “geography”.

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Like a Cigarette (Drag Out, Never Quit)

Author: @queen--kenobi | Artist: @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Rating: Explicit | Pairing(s): Tyland Lannister x OFC | Word count: 10,317

Warnings: Major character death, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, AngstAngst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Porn, Smut, Praise Kink, References to Depression, Postpartum Depression, Aemond is dead before the story begins, Voyeurism, Dubious Consent

Summary: When the Greens realized Rhaenyra invaded King's Landing, Elayna, Aemond's wife and mother of his children, was among those who fled. Not trusting Larys, Elayna had made a plan with Tyland Lannister should the worst ever occur.

Seven months later, freshly widowed Elayna and Tyland return to King's Landing. The pair of Westerlanders grew close in the intervening months, making many wonder what happened. King Aegon II decides to see for himself exactly how close the pair became.

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Like a Cigarette (Drag Out, Never Quit) Part I

My entry in @hotd-bigbang for this year! The header, dividers, and the moodboard are all done by the wonderfully talented @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Fic summary

When the Greens realized Rhaenyra invaded King's Landing, Elayna, Aemond's wife and mother of his children, was among those who fled. Not trusting Larys, Elayna had made a plan with Tyland Lannister should the worst ever occur. Seven months later, freshly widowed Elayna and Tyland return to King's Landing. The pair of Westerlanders grew close in the intervening months, making many wonder what happened. King Aegon II decides to see for himself exactly how close the pair became.

Chapter summary: Having made their way back to King's Landing, Elayna has to deal with some personal matters.

Warnings: heavy discussions of grief, character death (not in fic), lots of angst. NSFT (m!receiving oral, f!receiving oral, PiV, some praise kink, and previous D/s dynamics referenced.) Also, dub-con. They both are given an out, but it's still there.

Word count: ~10.3k

Part 1 of 3

A/N: Thank you to both @emilykaldwen and @/ewanmitchellcrumbs for doing this year! I had a lot of fun with this, and y'all did a fantastic job putting this on.

Elayna closes her eyes.

Despite her exhaustion, she can't seem to find sleep. Every jolt of the carriage shakes her awake. The movements aren't what keep her from sleep but what they might do; the thought of her twins waking up is almost enough to bring her to tears. It took far too long to get either of them down for a nap. In theory, she knows she could give them to someone else. In practice, the idea terrifies her. An almost animalistic fear hits her at the thought of someone else handling them.

Aelon and Reynard are all she has left of Aemond, left of her old life. She'll be damned if she lets someone take that from her.

“You can go to sleep. I'll wake you if they do.” Elayna cracks one eye open at the sound of Tyland’s voice. He sits across the carriage from her. He could have chosen to ride with everyone else, but he chose to stay with her.

“I cannot ask that of you. You have already done far too much for me.”

Elayna wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Tyland. The twins wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. If he hadn't managed to sneak her out of King's Landing just before Rhaenyra took the city, all three of them would be dead, and it wouldn't be a swift or painless death.

Aemond killed Rhaenyra's son.

Killing his wife and two unborn children would be one of the first thing Rhaenyra sought to do. Elayna cannot find fault with the logic; she would do the same for her children.

The carriage jostles almost violently. Elayna lowers her head to look at the twins, missing Tyland pursing his lips together at her statement. Aelon opens his eyes. Panic surges through Elayna. If he begins to cry, Reynard will surely wake as well. She tries to carefully adjust Aelon, wanting to better cradle him if he should start to cry. The adrenaline coursing through her combined with her exhaustion makes her movements sloppy, jostling the twins more than the carriage.

“Elayna...”

“Don't!” She snaps instantly. Elayna winces when she hears her tone. She tries her best to soften the edges when she opens her mouth again. “I... I know you mean well, but I. I cannot . I will not let anyone else take care of them.”

“At the expense of yourself?” Elayna frowns. She glares at Tyland across the carriage. It's all sheer emotions mixed with sleep deprivation; no true ill will sits in her gaze. Tyland doesn't flinch; he stares back at her evenly. “You can't keep going like this.”

“It doesn't matter if I can or not. I must.”

He sighs. Elayna looks away, cradling Aelon closer to her. One part of her brain sees how emotional and illogical she's being, but the majority of her brain refuses to look at it.

“I know you're right. But. How do I know she won't hurt them?” Elayna's voice cracks slightly at the last word. She swallows and clears her throat in an attempt to disguise it. Tears begin to collect along her waterline without permission. “I couldn't trust before, but now. How can I? How can I trust anyone to not hurt them?”

Her voice rises an octave without her permission. She slaps her hand over her mouth in an attempt to push the words back inside her body, but it's too late. The increased desperation in her tone finally triggers Aelon. He lets out a piercing wail.

The wave crests, and each member of Elayna’s family falls.

Aelon's wail causes the trapped sob in Elayna’s chest to burst violently from her. She has no idea if it's in solidarity or if it's because the sound of Aelon's crying makes her want to scream. Upon hearing both his mother and brother crying, Reynard joins. The look of alarm on Tyland’s face would be funny in almost any other circumstances.

“Elayna...”

Elayna tries. She tries to tell him she's fine, she's okay, she just needs a moment. All that comes out is a choked noise and then an unholy wail. Her cries mix with those of her babies. Tyland's eyes go wide. He opens his mouth to say something, most likely words of comfort, but nothing comes out. Elayna curls around both Aelon and Reynard.

A soft hand on her shoulder nearly makes her jump. Tyland sits beside her. His expression is equal parts alarm and concern. His fingers flex and curl, as if he's not sure if touching her is the right move. Elayna buries her face into his shoulder. Tyland stiffens at the contact. Elayna opens and closes her mouth, trying to assure him she's fine, it's fine. Nothing comes out.

“There, there.” Tyland rubs her back very awkwardly. He clears his throat. She hears three thumps on the carriage door. She feels the jolt as the carriage stops. Elayna wants to push away from Tyland in case people look in on them, but she doesn't have the energy. Instead, she pulls Aelon and Reynard closer while pressing herself further into Tyland.

The door to the carriage opens. Elayna panics. The thought of someone seeing her like this sends an intense spike of panic through her. She tried to push away, but Tyland keeps the one hand on her shoulders. She can't hear what he says to the servant who opens the door.

Elayna hears other voices. One of them gives soft commands. Tyland occasionally speaks, but she can't hear it because of the noise in her head and wails coming from her. Eventually, two other voices join, this time feminine. Elayna lifts her head from Tyland’s shoulder.

“No. No!” She shakes her head violently and clutches Aelon and Reynard closer to her.

“Elayna. Elayna!” Tyland takes a gentle hold of her shoulders. “It's okay. ‘Tis okay.”

“I don't. I don't want them to!” Elayna's voice cracks as it reaches a new octave. Tyland brings one hand to her face.

“ ‘Tis okay. It's okay. They're not going to hurt them. Aelon and Reynard will be fine.” Tyland wipes some of the tears from her face. “They will be watched. The nurse maids will have others around them. No one will hurt them. I swear.”

Elayna stares at him, her lip wobbles even more. Tyland clears his throat.

“You need to let them. You can't do this by yourself.”

“But I-”

“We'll call for them once you've calmed down.”

Tyland's logic makes sense. It goes against every instinct in her body, but it makes sense. She stares at him. Tyland’s movements are stiff and hesitant as rubs her back.

“Okay. Okay.”

She tries to stay calm as she carefully hands over Aelon and Reynard to the nurse maids. Both wail even louder when she passes them; it takes all of her self-control to not fall apart again hearing them.

It isn't until the carriage door closes again and she and Tyland are left alone that she lets herself break down once more.

This time, Tyland seems to expect it. He holds her, at first clearly unsure if he should. When she grabs the collar of his doublet, collapsing into him as she sobs, he pulls her closer. He doesn't say anything, just holds her in his arms and rubs a small circle on her back. The gesture brings more tears. Her body feels so heavy.

She's tired. She's so so so tired. Her entire being feels like a giant lead weight. The more she cries, the more sheer exhaustion creeps upon her. Elayna splits apart at the seams, everything finally too much to handle.

She wakes up warm.

Elayna sighs. She vaguely registers the sound of the carriage rolling over cobblestone now, the clack of horse's hooves against them. She turns her head with a grunt. Her left cheek slides against silk as she tries to bury her face. A light, soft sensation rests on her right cheek and neck.

The fabric doesn't give.

It takes Elayna a moment to realize the reason as to why. Her sleep addled mind slowly arrives at the conclusion. She struggles to open one eye, crusty from the salt in her tears. Red silk greets her first then a moss green velvet. Sluggishly, she tilts her head upward. In her periphery, she notices her head rests in the crook of someone's neck. She sees the lines of a jaw with a blond beard.

“Tyland...?”

Tyland’s eyes flick down to look at her.

“We should arrive at the Keep soon.” Elayna becomes aware of his arm around her, his hand resting on her shoulder. His hands seem broad against her. She idly admires his fingers. She wonders what his hands would look like against her bare skin, what colors bruises in the shape of his fingers would take.

“How long was I asleep?” Words float in and out of her brain. She lets her eyes close again.

“Half the day. I've kept Aelon and Reynard with us as much as I could.”

At the mention of her children, Elayna's eyes fly open. Before Elayna can even try to sit up, Tyland quickly reassures her.

“They're in here with us.”

Elayna still pushes herself up to look at the space. The sight makes Elayna's shoulders drop. She lets out a deep breath before slowly letting herself settle back down. Her head finds Tyland’s shoulder once more.

She should be worried what people might think if they saw the two of them. She shouldn't let herself relax. She needs to be on guard.

Instead, Elayna closes her eyes.

The two of them stay like that for a long moment, Elayna's head on Tyland’s shoulder and Tyland’s arm around her. At some point, Tyland’s hold moves. His arm rests loosely around her waist. Elayna sighs. She nestles closer to him, almost instinctively, at the change in positioning. They sit in silence. Elayna listens to the sounds of the horse's hooves and the creaking of the carriage. She listens to the soft rise and fall of her breath, of the twins's breath, of Tyland’s breath. She listens intently to a moment of peace she might never get again.

After a while, Elayna sighs. While she enjoyed the blissful break from the realities of her situation, she has to clean up the pieces.

“ ‘m sorry.” She manages. “For earlier. I didn't mean to... cause concern.”

Tyland sighs. It's not necessarily at her but more world weary.

“I imagine being a widow with two babes is difficult.” Tyland looks down at her. “You have help. Use it. Not everyone means you harm.”

Elayna doesn't say anything for a long moment. Instead, she stares ahead. He's somewhat right; not everyone means to harm her but enough people do she cannot risk it. The truth of the matter is the minute she married Aemond, both herself and any children they had were in danger. It wouldn't have mattered who won, she and her children were always going to be on the chopping block. They didn't afford any decency to Aegon and Helaena's children, why would hers be any different? If anything, Aelon and Reynard were more in harm's way, given Aemond's actions. Elayna tries to find the words to explain this, but they stay stuck inside her mouth.

“They're all I have.” She whispers. It's the closest thing she can come to getting him to understand.

“And they will have nothing if you continue on like this.” He counters. Elayna swallows. “They're children of a Prince. Aegon won't let anything happen to his nephews.”

Tears threaten to fall again. She doesn't try to fight them this time. Instead, she lets them fall. This time, her body grants her the mercy of them being silent.

“I... I know that. But ‘tis hard.”

Tyland stays silent. She fights to keep her gaze forward, not wanting him to know how much just saying those words aloud hurt her.

“Do you trust me?”

Elayna lets out a humorless little giggle. Tyland stiffens, but Elayna quickly turns her head up to look at him.

“Of course I do.” She smiles at him. The motion almost feels foreign to her. “If I didn't, I would have had your head for seeing me cry.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow at her. Elayna stares evenly back at him.

" 'Tis a joke!"

"I somehow doubt that." Before Elayna can react, he clears his throat. "Nothing will happen to them. I promise."

Elayna buries her face back into his shoulder. She wants to tell him he's too kind to her, but the words won't come. Instead, she presses herself more into his side.

They stay like that, Elayna's head in the crook of Tyland’s neck and his arm around her waist, until they reach the gates of the Red Keep.

Everything feels off, almost to the point of being tangible. She can almost taste something acrid and mournful in the air.

The greeting party was small; Aegon cannot move much without being in pain so his absence was expected. Queen Alicent, however, did not come out to see them. Elayna was under the impression she would until she was later informed Alicent doesn't leave her chambers for much of anything anymore.

She understands.

Elayna often thanks the Seven the twins were born before the news of Aemond's death reached her. She has no idea what the devastating news would have done to the twins if they were still inside her belly. Even then, it almost killed them. In the days after, Elayna stayed in bed all day, only getting out of bed to feed Aelon and Reynard. The thought of doing anything more hurt her deeply. It took both Johanna and Tyland to coax Elayna not just out of bed but out of her chambers. Guilt still eats at Elayna; Johanna had her own losses yet Elayna selfishly took all the space to mourn.

Perhaps the sight of Alicent's two new grandchildren may do the Dowager Queen good. Elayna tells herself this as she carries the twins to Alicent's chambers. When the guards open the doors, and Elayna sees Alicent, Elayna almost gasps.

She doesn't recognize the woman before her.

Alicent's curly hair sits tangled, almost in mats. Her eyes are sunken, red rimmed from crying. She almost curls in on herself, any and all previous confidence long gone from her body. Elayna hurts. She physically aches looking at Alicent.

“Your Grace.” Elayna steps forward. Alicent finally looks up to Elayna. She looks so much older than the last time Elayna saw her.

“Elayna.” Alicent's voice lifts with relief, but she doesn't smile. “You're alive.”

“Aye. Thanks to Ser Tyland.” Elayna clears her throat. “I am not the only one alive thanks to him. Your grandchildren are as well.”

The news of two grandchildren doesn't take all of the sorrow away from her, but it visibly puts more life into Alicent. She almost perks up. Her eyes brighten.

“Grandchildren...? You were with twins?” Alicent carefully stands up. Delight creeps into her voice, the delight of a mother learning they're a grandmother. At the sound, Aelon lets out a pleased giggle. Reynard coos softly.

“If I may present Aelon and Reynard...”

Alicent makes her way over to Elayna. Elayna gently maneuvers Aelon out of his sling as she approaches. Alicent stops just short of Elayna, as if waiting for permission. It almost seems as if she thinks Elayna will tell her no. Instead, Elayna cradles Aelon and hands him to her.

“This is Aelon.”

“Aelon.” Alicent repeats. She takes a moment to study him. Elayna watches as Alicent notices how light Aelon's hair is and how his nose matches Aemond's. Alicent looks up. Tears threaten to fall. “He looks like his father.”

Elayna does her the courtesy of pretending to not notice the slight break in Alicent's voice.

“He does. But he has my temperament. Nothing is ever quite right for him.” The subtle jab at herself makes Alicent shake her head. Elayna turns to Reynard. “This one looks like me, but I think he shall take after his father.”

Elayna lifts Reynard from his sling with a grunt. She cradles him close to her chest, positioning him so Alicent can look at his face.

“He has your hair but Aemond's eyes.” Alicent remarks almost absent-mindedly. Aelon babbles in her arms, a plea for attention. Alicent shifts him. He quickly grabs onto her hand with one of his own small and pudgy fists. Alicent almost smiles. Her face relaxes some, the harsh lines on her face easing up as she does so. Her eyes brighten a bit at the same time. Yet she still doesn't smile.

Elayna doubts Alicent ever will again.

Elayna steps close to her. Reynard reaches out to clasp one of the many strands of hair free of Alicent's braids. He looks at her, eyes wide.

“I...” Elayna begins. She pauses to take a deep breath. “Is it silly one of my wishes is I could have told Aemond we had twins?” Elayna wants to look at Alicent and meet her eyes, but she can't. All the strength to lift up her head leaves her body. Instead, she reaches across to smooth out one of Aelon's hairs.

“No.” Alicent manages. “No, ‘tis not.”

Elayna inhales shakily. This time, her head begins to hurt before her eyes water.

“I hope they become men their father would be proud of.”

Elayna's words make Alicent break first. She lets out a choked sob, placing her free hand delicately over her mouth. Elayna presses her lips together and averts her eyes.

“I... I miss him.” Elayna confesses. “I miss him so much.”

Alicent lets out a strangled sob, a noise Elayna is all too familiar with herself. The sob quickly turns into heavy crying. Alicent's shoulders heave with each attempt of an inhale. Silent tears fall down Elayna's face.

She can't hug Alicent properly because of the twins, but she tries her best. She stands as close to Alicent as she can and wraps her free arm around her. Alicent doesn't respond in kind but grips Elayna's arm. She almost seems as if she might collapse.

When Alicent does fall into Elayna, Elayna catches her as best she can. Elayna carefully guides her towards a chair. Once Alicent is close enough to lean on the chair, Elayna speaks.

“Here. Give me Aelon.”

Elayna shifts so she can take both infants. Alicent hands Aelon over. Elayna tries her best to carefully guide Alicent towards the seat of the chair, mostly to ensure Alicent doesn't fall. Alicent manages to get into the seat. Elayna kneels in front of her.

They stay like that for a moment.

Eventually, Alicent clears her throat. She looks at Elayna from underneath her eyelashes. Elayna nods.

“Would you like to hold Reynard now?”

“I would.”

Elayna hands Reynard over, cooing as she does so. Reynard kicks his feet but does nothing more in the way of protest. Alicent carefully cradles him in her arms. Elayna watches for a minute before Aelon, clearly upset with the lack of attention, lets out a high pitch scream. When Elayna looks down at him, he grins and giggles.

Elayna's summons aren't unexpected.

“The King wishes to speak with you.”

Elayna slowly stands. She turns to face Alicent, but she doesn't need to ask. Alicent offers before she can ask.

“I'll watch them.”

Elayna offers her a small smile. She trusts Alicent. The loss of two of her grandchildren and two of her children means she understands Elayna's pain, Elayna's fears. Alicent won't harm her children.

Elayna follows the Kingsguard. She expects to be taken to the Throne Room. Instead, the path leads towards the King's chambers. Aegon holding an audience in there feels strange in her mind. Perhaps he has yet to fully recover from his injuries. Elayna never saw him, at least, not the full extent. She had been willing to look at him if he wished, but she opted to give him privacy instead.

It wasn't out of disgust she did not look but respect. When she went to see him, his wounds were still fresh. The thought of another person seeing her as she might have seen him, weak and hurt beyond belief, meant she averted her eyes.

They stop in front of the doors. Elayna takes a moment to inhale and steady herself before the doors open.

Aegon sits in a chair in the antechamber of his rooms. Elayna notes the blanket covering his legs but opts not to say anything.

“Your Highness.” Elayna curtsies deeply. She looks up as she straightens back up. Aegon nods.

“Lady Elayna.”

The two stare at each other from across the room.

“I was glad to hear of your survival.” Elayna starts. She does mean her words. While the news of him being alive was entwined with the news of Rhaenyra's death, she finds herself more comforted by the fact Aegon survived. “I... I did worry.”

“Lord Strong planned well.” Aegon dips his head. “Almost as well as Ser Tyland. Getting all the gold and you away, that is a lot to keep track of.”

“And I'm thankful he was able to do so.”

Aegon scrutinizes her. He narrows his eyes and stares at her in an almost calculating way. Elayna shifts. It's not an expression Elayna has seen on him before, and it almost makes her nervous. Aegon seems to see what he wants because he leans back slowly. A playful smile makes its way onto his face.

“Did the two of you fuck?”

Elayna barely manages to keep herself from withdrawing in shock. Instead, her nostrils flare with indignation. Aegon tries to raise his eyebrows. The motion causes him pain; it makes his jaw clench and eyes screw shut.

Instinctively, she steps forward, wanting to offer help and ease the pain in any way she can. Elayna almost reaches out to grab his hand but catches herself.

"Well?" Aegon still sounds in pain. His question covers his slip-up. "Did you or did you not fuck?"

“No. We didn't.” Her words come out a hiss. Aegon nods. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.

“Do you want to?”

“That is not an appro-”

“ 'Tis a yes or no question.” Aegon looks at her.

“I...”

If Aegon were not so injured, he would raise his eyebrows and jut out his chin. He stares at her. Elayna screws her eyes shut.

“Answer me.”

She takes a deep breath.

“Yes.”

She tries to force herself to sound authoritative. If she owns it, it shan't feel so shameful. It shan't feel like a betrayal. It would be an answer to a question.

Instead, Elayna's voice comes out a soft whisper. It cracks almost. The single word rips and tears at something deep within her. Her husband has not even been dead a year, and yet, she openly admits to wanting another man. Shame swirls and screams in her brain.

She opens her eyes and looks back at Aegon. Aegon studies her, not quite detached but not necessarily in a familiar way. Her internal agony must show on her face because he speaks after a long moment.

“I don't ask to cause pain.” Aegon begins slowly. She can almost feel him roll his words around in an attempt to select the right phrasing. Eventually, he sighs. “The Small Council wants you to marry already.”

“They wish to get rid of me.” The words fall from her lips without thought. “They wish to get rid of the wife of a kinslayer.”

Aegon stays silent. He looks away for a moment. His throat bobs. Elayna needs no more confirmation.

“I know you love Aemond.”

The use of the present tense nearly brings Elayna to tears. Aegon doesn't seem to notice his slip up. Perhaps it wasn't a mistake. Perhaps the wording was intentional. Aemond may have di-

Is dead. Aemond is dead, but that doesn't mean Elayna's love for him died as well. Even if she herself feels as if part of her own soul passed the minute she was given the news, the love still lives on.

“I do.” She swallows. She blinks rapidly. The tears threaten to fall despite her efforts. Elayna turns her gaze to the ceiling and clears her throat. “His loss cannot be easy for you either. He is your brother.”

Aegon nods.

“He would want you safe.”

An idle question crosses her mind. She appreciates the warning about the Small Council's intentions, but to bring them up now seems strange. Tyland should be irrelevant to this conversation. Why does he feel like a focal point?

“What does this have to do with Tyland?” Aegon blinks with surprise at Elayna’s question. “You start by asking if I wish to sleep with him, and then speak of the Small Council and Aemond's wishes.”

“Nothing gets past you, dear sister.” Aegon nearly chuckles. The sound comes out weak. Elayna frowns. A small conversation such as this shouldn't be taking such a toll on him; it makes a small part of her ache to see him in such pain. “People need assurances. Especially the Westerlands.”

Elayna tilts her head. She regards him quietly. Each breath of his seems so labored. If she figures out what he's getting at, she can save him some agony.

“Aemond's children should grow up in their home.” Aegon rasps. Elayna studies Aegon.

“Are you... are you suggesting to marry me off to Tyland?” Elayna raises an eyebrow.

“You should have a husband you want to fuck.”

Elayna purses her lips and turns her head away, not because she finds herself disgusted with his comment but because she may laugh at it.

“I should.” Elayna decides on saying. Were she two years younger, she might have remarked on the fact most women don't get that choice. Instead, she holds her tongue. She turns back to face Aegon. “I accept.”

“Excellent.” Aegon raps the arm of his chair. He doesn't say what they're both thinking; Elayna's acceptance is just an illusion. The choice was already made. “You're dismissed.”

Despite the sun being above the horizon, the air grows cold as the chill of night begins to roll in. Elayna pulls her light cloak tighter around her shoulders. She's glad she thought to bring it on her walk in the gardens with Tyland.

It had become a daily ritual at Casterly Rock for the two of them to walk in the evenings. Despite what the maesters said, Elayna had refused to stay bedbound during the last months of her pregnancy. Tyland offered to walk with her after supper so she might get the movement she wanted while still supervised in case something were to go wrong. The ritual quickly became the favorite part of Elayna’s day.

“Aegon seems to have grown. He thinks more as a King should.”

Tyland nods his agreement. He keeps his stride even with Elayna's as they walk.

“I noticed much the same at the Council meeting. He's already looking forward to what the next year should bring.”

Elayna arches an eyebrow. “Had you told me two years ago that could even be possible, I would have called you a liar.”

“I'm sure it would not have been the worst thing you would have said of me two years ago.”

“No.” Elayna shakes her head almost violently. “Not you. Never you.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything in regards to that. Instead, he turns back to look in front of them.

“The King thinks we may need to bring a more favorable image back to the Crown. He seems to have an idea in mind already since he was asking about our reserves.”

“Well, an easy way to do that would be a royal wedding, but he has to be careful. I wouldn't trust just any bride.” Elayna purses her lips. “He could use that to his advantage. While he cannot mourn Queen Helaena all his life, a certain level must be expected. so long as the wedding occurs within a year, I don't think people will be too upset.”

Tyland tilts his head slightly before nodding in silent agreement.

“That is a way to bring people together, yes.”

The two walk in silence for a moment. As they do so, Elayna studies him. He looks almost lost in thought. His eyebrow almost press together while his mouth stays in a thin line. No one else is present in this portion of the gardens. Elayna nudges Tyland gently with her shoulder.

“Anything you wish to share?”

“Aegon brought up an interesting proposal to me.” Tyland turns to face Elayna. “He told me it may be suggested I take a wife.”

“Oh? And did he have anyone in mind?”

“Yes. You.” Tyland looks Elayna in the eye. “He suggested it as if the Council thought of it themselves.”

“And you think he came up with it himself?”

“I do.”

Elayna nods. “I think so too.” At Tyland’s confused expression, Elayna laughs softly. “He spoke with me about it earlier today.”

“And? What did you think?”

Elayna feigns an indifferent shrug.

“ ‘Tis a sound plan.” Elayna watches Tyland, gauging his reaction. She wants, no, needs to know if he wants to marry her. She could live with it, she supposes, if he doesn't want to. The cold and sudden feeling of dread at the thought of him saying no tries to tell her otherwise, but she does her best to ignore it.

“That's not an answer.”

“Tell me what you think first. Then I shall give my opinion.” Elayna bites the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling at Tyland’s expression.

“You're acting childish.”

“Oh? How exactly am I being childish?”

“ ‘Tis a yes or no answer.”

“And I shall answer once you give me yours.”

Tyland sighs.

“I agree with the decision.” He phrases his answer carefully. Elayna hums.

“Luckily for us all, I also agree with it.”

Sleep evades Elayna that night.

She tosses and turns, doing her best to let slumber overtake her. It never comes. Eventually, after the Seven knows how many hours, she gets out of bed. She might as well take advantage of her wakefulness and do something useful.

The knock on her door almost doesn't surprise her.

“Come in.”

The guard from earlier comes inside.

“The King wishes to speak with you.”

Elayna raises an eyebrow. The temptation to remark upon the hour is strong, but she keeps it to herself. If Aegon summoned her at such an hour, it was no doubt important. She wants to ask if she has time to change into a more acceptable robe at the very least. Instead, she reaches down and tightens her robe more.

“Very well.”

The halls are almost eerily silent. Elayna remembers even at night, she could hear people, albeit speaking more softly than usual. People fleeing the Keep no doubt contributes to it; most still seem to think it unsafe still. It unsettles Elayna. Nothing is as it was when she left, and it breaks her heart once more to think of all the little things lost. Nothing compares to the pain of losing loved ones, yet the lose of familiar sights and sound, of laughter and whispered gossip, hurts as well.

When she and the guards round one of the corners, she's surprised to see another set of guards. Tyland follows behind them. Elayna raises an eyebrow. Why would Aegon summon both of them? And at this hour nonetheless?

They follow wordlessly behind the guards. Elayna has no idea what to say. Eventually, Tyland leans towards her.

“Did they tell you what we're being called for?”

“No.” Elayna shakes her head.

Once they arrive at the doors to Aegon's chambers, the door swing open. Both of them enter, Elayna stepping in before Tyland. At first, Elayna doesn't see Aegon. Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find him. She notices a large mound of cushions stacked in the corner. Eventually, she notices a gauzy curtain drawn across part of the room.

The doors shut behind both her and Tyland. Elayna turns to her head to look at Tyland. Tyland raises an eyebrow.

Aegon's voice comes from behind the curtain. In unison, the two of them turns towards the source.

“Are the two of you in agreement about the plan?”

Elayna looks to Tyland. She reaches her hand out to touch his. Her heart leaps into her throat when he takes her hand in his and intertwines their fingers.

“Yes.” Tyland speaks for both of them.

“Good. Then I shall proceed to the matter at hand. I want the two of you to fuck. And I want to watch.” Neither Tyland or Elayna move. Even though she can’t see him too well behind the curtain, Elayna knows Aegon makes a face and juts his chin out some. “Fornicate? Have sex? I know my dear sister knows how, but do you, Ser Tyland?”

Tyland genuinely looks offended. He pulls his head back and purses his lips. He doesn't manage to catch himself from twitching his upper lip with irritation and disgust. Elayna’s heart skips a beat for a second. His expression is endearing, not because it was a particularly attractive expression but because it makes sense for him.

“I do!”

“Excellent!” Aegon claps. “Then the issue is resolved.”

Heat rushes to Elayna’s face, embarrassment turning her pink. Tyland blinks.

“Your Grace, I'm not sure th-”

“Elayna has suffered enough misery. I won't stand by and let her suffer a husband who can't fuck her properly.” Aegon tilts his head. “Unless you can't get it up?”

“Aegon!” Elayna hisses.

“I do this for your sake.” Aegon tilts his head. “Would you rather take a chance on him not being able to please you?” He eyes the both of them. “If you are truly uncomfortable, you are free to go.”

Elayna meets Tyland’s eyes. Tyland stares at Elayna. He brings his hand up to her face. When he gently cups her face, Elayna's knees buckle at the tenderness of his touch. Behind the comfort and concern, Elayna sees a hunger mirroring her own. Tyland’s tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“We don't have to do this.” He whispers. “We can ask for oth-”

His genuine concern breaks her. Elayna closes the small distance between each other. She presses her lips against his. Tyland doesn't react for a minute. Panic begins to rise in Elayna for a second.

He kisses her back. The fear and anxiety evaporate.

Tyland kisses her as if he has wanted to do nothing more in his life. Elayna wonders if that's true. One hand finds the nape of her neck, fingers curling into her hair. Elayna responds in kind. Her touch isn't as gentle as his. She sinks her fingers into his hair. She traps the surprisingly soft and lustrous strands between her fingers.

If she's going to do this, she might as well do this as if it's the only chance she gets.

Experimentally, she tugs at his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt him but enough to see if he likes it. Elayna is no stranger to pain and rough treatment. Giving and receiving are as familiar as old friends. Either sets her body alight.

An idle thought crosses her mind. Tyland’s gentleness and consideration for her is the only instance where her body thrums as much as it did when Aemond manhandled her. It almost makes her want to provoke him. If she feels this way from him being caring, him being rough with her would turn her into a whimpering mess within seconds.

Elayna trusts him to build her back up once he breaks her. Hopefully he puts the same faith in her.

When she pulls again, Tyland lets out an unmistakable noise of pleasure. He squeezes her hip. Elayna grins into the kiss, following it with a nip to his lower lip. Tyland squeezes hard. He slips his free hand around to her back. She rewards him by scratching his scalp gently with her nails.

Elayna pulls away first. Tyland gazes at her with an almost dazed look. She likes it on him, how his lips are kiss bruised and how his eyes are dark yet gentle. He brings his hand from her back to her chin. He strokes his thumb over the curve of her cheek.

“Can I?” Tyland brings his other hand to the tie of her robe. From the look on his face, Elayna thinks the question isn't just about her robe. Elayna nods.

“Yes. Please.”

Tyland inhales. He undoes her dressing gown with deft fingers. The fabric slides off Elayna’s shoulders and hits the floor with a very soft, almost airy, noise. Her nightgown is a red silk, not as delicate or dainty as her robe. Elayna moves forward to kiss him again. One of his hands finds her hair while his other skates gently down her arm, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

This kiss is a little more desperate, a little more teeth and tongue. Her skin buzzes at every point of contact with him. She pushes against him, desperate for more. Her fingers dig into the fabric of his tunic.

“Take this off.” She pulls at the fabric. He nods. Elayna moves to give him space.

Tyland tosses his shirt off as Elayna turns behind them to the pillows she noticed stacked up in the corner. She grabs one of them and sets it on the ground in front of Tyland. Before she can lower herself down, Tyland leans down to kiss her. She almost giggles into the kiss.

“You don't have to.”

“I know. I want to.”

Elayna sinks to her knees. The plush pillow underneath her feels good. Her hands come up to begin to help him with his belt.

She pushes back onto her knees. Elayna moves with her intuition. She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out expectantly. She hears two sharp inhales. Only one of them matters to her.

“Fuck. You have a gorgeous cock.”

Before she can be embarrassed, Tyland groans at her words. Elayna smirks up at him. She looks up at him from under her eyelashes.

“Like it when I compliment you? Do you like hearing how handsome you are? How gorgeous this cock is?”

Oh, fuck. Elayna actually watches his dick twitch. It almost slaps against his stomach. The sight makes Elayna squirm, spreading her knees ever so slightly. Tyland brings one of his hands down to cup her cheek.

“Do you think I can take it all?” Elayna purrs. She revels in this new found confidence. She pushes her braids back. However, when she goes to lean forward, Tyland stops her by pressing his thumb to her lips.

“Let me... let me help.”

Elayna tilts her head but nods. Tyland presses his thumb against her lips more insistently. She parts them, wanting to see where he's going with this.

Her gasp of surprise doesn't make it past her lips. Tyland slips two fingers inside of her mouth. He looks down at her, concern clear on his eyes. Elayna opens her jaw wider to accommodate for the stretch. She inhales through her nose and smells metal, no doubt from Tyland’s rings. Tyland presses down experimentally on her tongue. Elayna lets out a small noise at the feeling.

Elayna about chokes when he presses the pad of his fingers on the back of her tongue. Her eyes water. She tilts her head up more to try and let his fingers slide further down. Tyland places his palm on her cheek.

“Good girl.” He murmurs. Fondness covers every word. “Can you take a little more?”

She tries to reply. A bit of drool slips down her chin. Elayna nods. Tyland pushes his fingers a little further back. This time, Elayna gags. Tyland shushes her.

“ ‘Tis okay.” He assures her. He pulls back his fingers for a second before pressing them forward again. Elayna accepts them eagerly. She flicks her tongue upward and along his fingers. She looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She wants more, needs more.

Her eyes nearly roll back in her head when he moves his fingers. Tyland starts slowly, giving her ample time to get used to the sensation of his fingers sliding back and forth along her tongue and towards her throat. Elayna moans. He thrusts his fingers at a slightly faster pace. She tries her best to take him further. The idea of her lips touching his rings makes her squirm.

“Breathe.”

Seven above. The simple command makes her head spin. She inhales through her nose as best she can. Tyland brings his other hand to her cheek. He strokes his thumb along her cheekbone. The gentle touch sits at odds with the way he's outright finger fucking her mouth now. Elayna spreads her legs. Her hand sneaks down between her thighs without her permission.

Tyland pulls his fingers from her mouth. Elayna gasps for air. Spit connects her lips to his fingers. She looks up at him. Instinctively, she opens her mouth wider and presents her tongue for him. Instead of spitting into her mouth, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She gasps at the contact. Elayna meets his gaze.

“You're doing good for me.” He praises. Elayna nods desperately. She wants him but needs to be good for him.

“Stick your cock in her mouth already.”

Tyland’s jaw twitches at the rudeness in the command. Nevertheless, he moves forward. Before he can even take his cock into his hands, Elayna pounces. She surges forward and licks the vein on the underside. Tyland chokes. Her free hand finds his base to keep him where she wants. As she traces her tongue along his length, she closes her eyes. She feels the tension in his body. Wordlessly, she reaches forward and takes one of his hands.

When Elayna pulls back, she opens her eyes.

“I don't mind.” Elayna carefully places Tyland’s hand at the back of her head. Tyland looks down at her. She gazes up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She tries to hide her grin. Tyland presses his thumb to her bottom lip. She opens her mouth in response.

Tyland takes himself in hand. Elayna flattens her tongue as much as she can. Carefully, Tyland pushes the tip into her mouth. Elayna works to curl her tongue around him. She watches as Tyland lets out a low hiss of pleasure.

She wants to hear more. She needs to hear more.

Tyland outright moans when Elayna pushes her head forward to take more of him in her mouth. She suction her cheeks as best she can. Her eagerness takes him by surprise. His fingers curl into her hair as she begins to move. Elayna brings her free hand up to work what doesn't fit in her mouth. Despite his length, she fits more into her mouth than she anticipates. After several minutes, she touches her lips to her hand.

The sounds in the room are positively obscene. All Elayna hears is the slick noises with every shallow thrust into her mouth, two sets of ragged breathing, and her own breath and heartbeat. Tyland begins to shallowly thrust into her mouth, still clearly trying to not hurt her. Elayna rewards him; she lets out a satisfied hum next thrust.

The moan he lets out goes straight to her head. She almost feels her eyes roll back into her head at the sound. Fuck. Listening to him makes her head spin in the best way. Elayna pushes her legs even further apart and rests her free hand on her upper thigh. Tyland tightens his grip on her hair. His chest heaves. His thighs tremble to keep himself in check.

She doesn't want that, she wants to see him lose control. She wants to see him lose control because of her.

Elayna looks up at him again. Tyland stares down at her. The look in his eyes almost makes Elayna whimper. He gazes down at her with an expression equal parts love and lust. A air of adoration lingers in his face, and the way he pushes her hair back gently just proves it. It fuels something deep within her. She pulls back to give herself a moment to breath.

When she goes back, Elayna takes him all the way to the base. She keeps her eyes locked on his. Tyland’s eyes go wide. His chest heaves, and he almost seems to struggle to breath for a second. Elayna doesn't stop until she feels her nose touch his skin.

“Fuck.” Tyland’s voice comes out as praise and want. In the single word alone, Elayna hears how much power she has over him. A giggle tries to escape her. Tyland throws his head back with a moan, fingers digging into her hair. “Don't...”

If she could, Elayna would smirk. She tries to relax her throat more around him. Tyland groans. His fingers tighten in her hair, and he pulls her back. Elayna looks up at him. The whine that escapes her even takes her by surprise.

Tyland kneels down to in front of her. He kisses her deeply once more. Elayna's eyes flutter closed at the sensation. His hands settle on her thighs. The sensation is muted against her because of her clothes. Elayna pulls away from him.

“Let me-”

“I've got it.”

Elayna pushes up enough off her knees and calves to pull the hem of her nightgown out from under her. Tyland's hands meet hers when the fabric comes up over her knees. She places her knees back down and presses more into a seated position. They work together to pull her dress up over her head and off her body.

“Beautiful.”

Elayna's skin heats up, from her chest to her ears at the compliment. He says it as if he wasn't even aware, as if the words just fell out of his mouth. Elayna's eyes find his. Tyland’s eyes are dark with desire.

“Lean back.”

Elayna leans back on the thick pillows, black with silver and red embroidery. Her chest heaves. Tyland grabs three pillows, two for him to presumably lay down upon. Having Tyland so close to her naked body makes her shiver. He has yet to look at her most intimate parts. The thought terrifies her. What if he is repulsed by her? Or doesn't want to?

Tyland’s hand on her hip brings her back to the present. She makes a small noise and turns her gaze to him.

“Up.” He taps her hip twice. Elayna presses upward; Tyland slides the pillow underneath her. The angle eases some pressure from her lower back. He pushes back, hands warm on her thighs. He pauses for a second to look up at her, expression soft. Elayna's heart pounds in her chest at the wordlessly check-in, and she nods.

“Yes. You can.”

She squeals when he grabs her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the pillow. The urge to pull away and hide herself almost overtakes her. She starts to pull away but before she can get far, Tyland takes careful hold of her calf. His beard brushes against the inside of her leg, just below her ankle.

Elayna gasps softly. He presses a gentle kiss to her skin. Her chest heaves. She stares at him with wide eyes. Tyland adjusts his hold on her and moves his lips lower. She lets her head fall back as he inches his lips down the inside of her leg. Her heart rate noticeable increases. She outright moans at the first contact of his beard and lips on her thigh. Her other leg falls out to the side.

When he reaches the top of her inner thigh, Tyland stares at her for a long moment. Elayna watches him. Her chest heaves, blood singing in her veins. Tyland wets his lips.

Her entire body erupts into flames. Heat surges through her. He hasn't even put his mouth to her, yet a keeping whine escapes her lips.

As soon as his tongue makes contact, Elayna's hands shoot out and find their way into his hair. Tyland starts with a slow, broad stroke. At the top, he stiffens his tongue to flick her clit.

“Fuck.” The curse leaves her as a sigh. Her hips follow the movement of his mouth. She tries to push up onto her forearms, but it isn't long before the pleasure racing through her means she can't keep herself propped up.

Tyland surprises her. He makes out with her pussy, not just eats her out. Every movement of his tongue is slow and methodical yet passionate. His mouth moves against her as if he was taking his time to kiss her. Elayna arches into it. When his tongue presses just to the left of Elayna’s clit instead of dead center, she moans.

Tyland notices. Of course he notices.

He turns his head slightly. The new position gives him better access to the spot. He puts a little more pressure there, not enough to hurt but enough to make every part of her body sing. Elayna's moans get louder. She grips his hair as she throws her head back. Pleasure surges through her with such intensity she almost tries to pull back. Her legs tremble around his head. Tyland doesn't let her escape, instead pining her down with one of his palms flat on her stomach.

“I-” Elayna tries to find herself, but the steady movement of his tongue against her makes all rational thought impossible. She nearly ruts against his face. All she thinks about is the feeling of his mouth against her.

She arches almost entirely off the pillows when he slips his tongue inside of her. Tyland curls his tongue up until he presses against something inside of her that makes her wail. Her whole body trembles. He moves his head, and the dam inside her breaks.

Tyland slowly makes his way up her body, his lips ghosting over her skin. The care with which he treats her makes her float as much as what he does. Tyland stops and hovers above her.

“You can.” She murmurs.

The stretch as he pushes inside her cause a moment of discomfort. It's the first time someone has been inside her since she's given birth. She breathes through it until he bottoms out.

Oh, she's missed this, this feeling of fullness, of slotting together perfectly. Elayna stares up at him. Eyes wide as she does so, she brings her right hand to his face. Tyland groans. He takes the silent invitation. His thrust start slow and unhurried. She rocks her hips into his. It feels good, pleasure coursing through her veins.

Still. She wants more. She needs more.

Elayna wraps her legs tight around his waist. She tries to encourage him to go faster by digging her heels into his low back. Tyland hisses.

“Elayna...”

“I'm not going to break.”

The encouragement makes his hips stutter. Elayna squeals when he shifts back onto his knees, bringing her hips with him. Her head stays down and back arches. The angle causes her eyes to roll back into her head.

“Fuck.”

Despite the change in angle, he keeps his movements slow and unhurried. The drag of his cock inside her, along her walls, sends a pleasant rush through her. Having her head down with her lower body lifted helps. Elayna whimpers.

“Harder.” The word spills from her lips unbidden, both a demand and a gasp at the same time. Tyland gives into her. It's still not enough.

Elayna doesn't want tenderness. Her whole body and soul aches for it, but she doesn't want it. She wants rough and hard; she wants to forget everything. Elayna craves the idea of being broken down into nothing.

“Fuck me like you hate me.” Elayna gasps out. “Like you should.”

She doesn't know how she means it. He should hate her, loathe her. What has she done but asked of him, taken and taken without ever giving? He should fuck her as he sees fit. Elayna wants that, to finally give.

Tyland stops. Elayna actually whines her displeasure. She stares at Tyland, fighting to keep both her confusion and hurt off her face. He's still hard inside her. She clenches around him in an effort to make him move, but he doesn't. Tyland lets out a low hiss but his hips stay still.

“Why'd you stop?”

Tyland looks down at her. His normal put together and slicked back hair falls in his face. His eyes trail over her face.

“No.” He murmurs. Elayna feels her bottom lip tremble. Tyland quickly shushes her, pressing his lips to her forehead. He swallows. “I... I've wanted this. Far longer than you realize.”

“I feel the same.” Her heart pounds hard against her ribs at the admission. This time, when Elayna bucks her hips, he matches her movement.

“Elayna. This is, mmhmmm, this is serious.” Tyland drops down onto one forearm. He presses the other between them and across her hips in an attempt to keep her still. “I... fuuuck, I want. To do this. I want to do this how I've been dreaming about.”

Fuck. She clenches hard around him. Tyland hisses. Elayna swallows hard. A longing, the ever present longing, rears its head. Hesitantly, she nods.

“I trust you.”

Each stroke stays slow yet intense. Tyland keeps his movements unhurried, as if he's trying to savor every moment. He keeps his gaze on her, watching and drinking in every expression on her face. Elayna finds herself watching him back. Even as she digs her nails into his back, her eyes stay on his.

Every noise falling out of Elayna’s mouth comes out soft yet sweet, a symphony she wasn't even aware she could make. She knows how loud she can be or how high pitch she can get. The noises coming from her almost feel brand new, different. They feel natural. Each breathy moan fits perfectly into the moment.

Elayna presses her palms flat on Tyland’s shoulder blades. The urge to dig her nails into his skin never appears. Instead, she clings to him. Her legs lock around his hips, ankles crossing over the other. He shifts slightly, and the angle makes Elayna tilt her head back with a soft sob.

He presses his forehead to hers. Elayna tries her best to keep eye contact with him, but between the building pleasure and tears, she struggles. An almost whine escapes her. Tyland adjusts, lifting his forehead to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I've got you.” He moves one hand and takes hold of hers. Tyland interlaces their fingers. Elayna gasps. The simple gesture makes her head spin in a delicious way. She finds an odd eroticism in it. Even now, his tenderness takes her breath away.

This time, Elayna doesn't fight it. She lets herself accept it. The thought she doesn't deserve such treatment never surfaces. She squeezes his hand back.

Tyland shushes her gently. Elayna realizes a second later she's crying. Tears stream down her face, not big fat ones she associates with sadness.

He kisses her.

Tyland kisses her, and her whole world collapses. Elayna nearly sobs as she crests, body trembling in pleasure. The edges comes slowly and gently at first. However, as it begins to wash over her, she feels it build. The pleasure goes from nice to intense as it continues. Elayna clings to him. She holds onto him as if he's her lifeline. When she squeezes his hand, Tyland rubs his thumb over the back of her hand.

He loves her.

The realization washes over her as her orgasm did, a steady and pleasant feeling that builds in intensity. Tyland loves her. He doesn't have to say it; she sees it now. The look on his face as he stares at her, lust and awe written on his face in equal parts, tells her as much.

He loves her.

Fuck. She loves him too.

The words almost fall from the tip of her tongue. She keeps them at bay. Instead, she buries her face into his shoulder, letting out a pathetic whine. She pulls him as close as she can, heels locked around his back and palms on his shoulder blades to pull him even closer. Tyland moves his hips in shorter movements. Elayna pants against his skin. Her mouth won't form words; she settles for kissing his neck.

That undoes him. He gives three more shallow thrusts before he stills. He collapses, trying his best to keep himself from pining her completely underneath him. After a moment, Elayna feels a small amount of cum begin to leak out of her.

Unbidden, the thought of her being pregnant again rises to the forefront of her mind. Elayna sees it so clearly in his mind, the way Tyland would hold her and dote on her. She'd want for nothing. She clenches around him, causing him to hiss.

A rustling catches her attention. Behind the curtain, Elayna spots movement. Aegon pulls away and pushes back. An undeniable air of shame comes from him. Tyland senses it too; he presses himself back onto his forearms.

“Go.” Aegon croaks from his unseen position. Elayna says nothing, just lets Tyland pull her up once he gets to his feet.

Her body sits heavy, exhausted yet satiated. Every bit of her feels boneless. A relief sits within her she hasn't felt in a while. Between her crying fit and finally feeling the touch of someone after months, every bit of resistance and ache in her body disappears for the moment. Everything from her legs to her jaw loosens, almost to the point of making her wobble.

Elayna almost feels fuzzy at the edges. Not in a bad way. If anything, she needs it. For too long, her walls have been up. She’s held onto her need to be a bastion, both for those around her and the idea of being seen as weak and wanting tears her apart. This need has only been detrimental to her; Tyland was right when he told her she couldn’t keep on as she has.

The walk back to her chambers takes a minute. Elayna makes a mental note of the look on Tyland’s face when he watches her; she can’t give him any hell right now, but she can at a later point.

Once back in her chambers, Elayna makes her way over to her vanity. She doesn’t need to look into the mirror to know her hair is a mess, multiple thick strands out of her braids. Carefully, she sits down at the vanity. Elayna undoes her braids. A quiet satisfaction builds within her body as she begins to brush out her hair.

It’s been so long since she’s done this. Elayna knows she can explain away her hair by citing bedhead, but she likes doing this. She always did it as a post-sex ritual when married to Aemond. She moves almost on autopilot.

She inhales slowly and then exhales slowly. She lifts her head to look at herself in the mirror. Elayna stares at her reflection. A smile plays about her lips. The woman looking back seems content, fulfilled. It's not a familiar sight but a sorely missed one.

Eventually, she stands and stumbles over to her bed. The sheets lay rumpled from earlier, but it's easy enough to make herself comfortable.

She falls asleep almost instantly when her head hits the pillow. Her sleep is dreamless.

Only when she wakes up does the reality of yesterday hit her.

She stretches slowly, the pleasant ache in her body reminding her of what happened. Based on the low light filtering through the curtains, she thinks it must be early morning. Her back cracks. Elayna smiles. She rolls over onto her side, preparing her speech as to why they should stay in bed the rest of the day instead of attending to important matters.

The other side of the bed sits empty and cold.

Tyland isn't there. Elayna frowns softly and reaches out into the empty space. She blinks. Despite no one being around to see her blunder, she feels silly, foolish. Of course he wouldn't be there.

Aemond should be the one there.

Aemond isn't either.

Aemond is never going to be there ever again.

Instantly, Elayna shrinks and curls in on herself, all good mood gone with a single thought. Even after all these months, she misses waking up beside him. It's been worse since the birth of the twins. The amount of times she's woken up, hoping against all odds it was a dream and Aelon and Reynard will be snuggled between the two of them is uncountable. Elayna sighs. She buries her head in her pillow.

Aemond isn't here. He'll never be here again. Elayna blinks back tears. An ugly voice rises amongst the wave of sadness hitting her. She thought first of Tyland when she awoke. She didn't think of Aemond, her deceased husband, but thought instead of another man. Not just another man but a Lannister.

She bites down hard on the edge of the pillow she curled around in a desperate bid to hide her face. Still, she doesn’t manage to muffle all of the wail wanting to break free from her. An almost detached part of her likens it to a wounded animal. Elayna wishes the thought hadn’t occurred to her; it feels as if she ripped apart a wound on her own and poured salt inside of it.

As she lays there, another thought begins circling her brain. This one is worse than the others. This one makes her want to puke, bile threatening to rise. It’s a summation of everything, she supposes, of every blunder and mistakes.

What has she done.

#hotd big bang 2024 #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Aemond Targaryen x OFC #oc: elayna reyne #NSFT #Persephone writes

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queen--kenobi · 5 months ago

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Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Ty for the tag @patchmates !!!!!!

So. I'm gonna do two because I've got both a SFW and NSFW one going hehehe

(Putting tags up here: @emilykaldwen @baba-fett @ewanmitchellcrumbs @huramuna @lya-dustin @selfproclaimedunicorn and anyone else who might want to!)

Tylands nods. He seems content with her answer. He leans back in his desk chair, lacing his hands as he does so and placing them in his lap.

"How is your dad?"

For the NSFW

Tyland inhales sharply as Elayna moves her hand slowly up his thigh. She drags her nails lightly over the fabric of his swim trunks and moves closer towards him, nestling into his side. Tyland’s eyes go dark as he looks at her.

Elayna tilts her head up. She pauses when her lips are centimeters from his, so close if he were to just lean down the slightest bit, he could kiss her. His blue eyes focus on the curve of her lips. Elayna smirks.

"You can touch me, you know." She breathes. She takes hold of his hand and places it on her thigh, pressing his palm into the space just below the ties of her bikini.

#persephone writes #oc: elayna reyne #pairing: what happens in Paris...#fic: what happens in Paris...#Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #Tyland Lannister x OFC

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queen--kenobi · 3 days ago

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9. "It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you." for elayna reyne

Courting Prompts

Also tagging @mekaylynn since you asked for this one as well! I'm so sorry this took me ages to fill sdsdsd

Even from her spot tucked away in the gardens, Elayna hears the sounds of the feast. She closes her eyes for a moment. The night air feels blessedly cool, easing the warmth from her skin. She inhales slowly, trying her best to steady her breathing.

She enjoys these events. Elayna truly does. More often than not, she finds herself in the middle of the crowd, making people laugh or dancing. She refuses to stop until her feet hurt, and even then, she never strays far away from the action. She always wakes up after with her throat hoarse from talking and giggling.

She hates tonight feels different. An acrid, bitter taste lingers on her tongue. No matter how much wine she drinks or food she eats, it won't go away. It amplifies the agitation in her bones and muscles, causes her entire body to feel pulled tight like a bow string. Her jaw hurts from how hard she clenches it, baring down on her own teeth and tongue to the point of pain. She tries to swallow the irritation, but it only serves to make it worse.

Elayna huffs. She opens her eyes. She glares up at the night sky, not because it wronged her but simply because it's there. She glowers at the darkness above her. Her hands fists at her sides, fingers angrily digging into the material of her skirts.

“Elayna! There you are!”

Elayna blinks. She slowly lowers her head. Her scowl eases, slowly transforming into a soft smile despite herself. Tyland makes his way towards her, his face slightly flush but no stumble in his steps.

“Having fun?” She tries to keep her voice even. Elayna's mood sits on the knife's edge between sour and relieved. She reminds herself Tyland isn't the source of her agitation.

“Mmmhhmm. Much.” Tyland stops once he reaches her. He considers the column beside the bench she sits on and carefully leans against it, bracing himself on one forearm before deciding to lean against it fully. “I would be having a better time if you were in there with us.”

Elayna sniffs.

“I merely needed some air is all.”

“You disappeared without a word.” He frowns. A note of genuine hurt creeps into his voice. Irritation sweeps through her. What does he have to be hurt about?

“I would have thought your new friend would have kept you appraised.”

Elayna turns her head away. Her anger turns inward as soon as she speaks, the bitter feeling double crossing her. She hates this. She should be better than this. She shouldn't let petty jealousy get under her skin in such a manner.

“My new friend?” Seven bless him, Tyland does seem genuinely confused. He blinks. The hurt frown shifts to a pinched look. “I don't- oh! No. No! I wouldn’t call her my friend. She...” He pauses. Elayna bites her tongue. If she were in a forgiving mood, him losing his train of thought for a second would be endearing.

“She seems to think you're friends.” Elayna picks at a stray thread on her dress. Tyland shakes his head.

“No. She...” He pauses. “Do you mind if I sit?”

Elayna shakes her head. Wordlessly, she scoots over on the bench. Tyland settles in beside her. He isn't exactly graceful with it, the wine clearly beginning to take hold.

“I knew her growing up. I never... I never cared for her but was polite. All she ever wanted was Jason's attention. When she didn't get that, she tried for mine. I was more than relieved when I heard she had been married off.”

“Oh.” Her anger subsides slowly. She tries to ignore the sense of foolishness creeping over her. “I see.” She tilts her head, an errant thought crossing her mind. Perhaps the wine has gotten to her as well because she can't stop herself. “If she is married, why was she so. Overtly familiar with you?”

Tyland shrugs.

“Sometimes I think people mistake my politeness for gullibility.” A dark edge creeps into his tone. “Or they believe Jason's stupidity to be mine as well.”

Elayna snorts. “If they bothered to actually pay attention, they would see that's not the case.” Tyland makes a small noise. Elayna turns her head to look at him fully. “If it helps, I don't think you stupid. I know you're very smart.”

Without letting herself think about it, Elayna reaches out and gently touches his hand. She means it as a gesture of comfort, nothing more and nothing less. Her heart doesn't get the memo, skipping a few beats.

She expects him to recoil or pull away, but Tyland doesn't. Instead, he almost absent-mindedly slips his fingers through hers. Tyland hums. A quiet, almost far away look slips across his face. After a moment, he comes back to himself. He blinks and turns to face her.

“She isn't a threat. You are aware of that. Aren't you?”

“I'm not sure I follow.” Elayna clears her throat in an attempt to suppress a giggle suddenly threatening to rise out of her chest. Tyland watches her.

“It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you.”

All of the air leaves Elayna's lungs at once. She stares at him, eyes wide. The low timbre of his voice stirs a fire within her, causing her thighs to clench together ever so slightly. Her lips part slightly. Tyland’s eyes gravitate towards her lips.

“How often is that?” Her breath hitches mid-sentence. She leans towards him a little bit, helplessly drawn in. Her head spins but not from the wine. Tyland’s eyes move up from her lips to her eyes.

“Daily.” He murmurs.

Her heart beat thrums through her entire body. She swallows.

“I think of you too often.” She confesses. Elayna holds onto the boldness prompting her to speak. “Daily. Nightly.”

Tyland’s eyes go wide at her words. He inhales sharply. She watches his throat bob. Elayna wants to trace the lines of his neck with her tongue. She's so close to him she could if she truly desired.

The sound of laughter snaps both of them out of their reverie. Elayna pulls away first, head turning to see who exactly might be coming their way. Tyland stays still for a moment, a slightly dazed look on his face.

“We... we should go back.” Elayna states after a moment. “We don't want people to worry.”

“We should.”

Neither of them move. Elayna realizes Tyland has yet to let go of her hand.

“I...” Elayna inhales. “Or. Ummm. I have needed a bit to recover so perhaps. Perhaps instead you assist me to my chambers?”

“Assist you to- oh. Yes. Yes, I want to. I want to do that. Just to make sure you make it alright since you were out here for quite a bit of time.”

Elayna smiles softly.

“Shall we then?”

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Tyland Lannister x OC #HotD OCs #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #persephone writes

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queen--kenobi · 4 months ago

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What Happened in Paris

Elayna Reyne wants nothing but the best for her life. That's why she applies to an internship at Casterly Rock Financial during her sophomore summer. Elayna expects to get excellent opportunities and a leg up in life from this internship; however, she gets more than that when she meets her new boss and old family friend, Tyland Lannister. Caught between a need for professionalism and a need more primal, Elayna and Tyland have to balance what they should do and what they want to do.

Pairing: Tyland Lannister x OFC, past Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Masterlist

Chapter One

Elayna applies for her internship. Sparks fly when she meets Tyland. Can this fire stay contained?

WC: Just under 7k

A/N: It's finally here! I'm so excited to share it with y'all. Thank you @writingbylee for letting me borrow Lyanna and @book-of-baba-fett for reading this over

Elayna stares out over the expanse of Blackwater Bay. The first few rays of sunlight begin making their way into the sky. Despite the sun only just starting to rise, seagulls squawk as they circle around the bay. At the edges of the horizon, Elayna can see the slight shimmer of waves as what little light there is catches the tops of them. She hears the waves as they wash up onto the shore. They don't crash loudly like they do at Casterly Rock; they lap at the sand in a soothing rhythm.

Elayna sighs. When she inhales, the taste of ocean salt settles on her tongue. She brings the ceramic mug in her hands up. Before she can take a drink, movement about a fourth of the way between the shore and the horizon catches her attention. It's a pod of dolphins. Elayna watches them in silent awe for a minute. With the sky turning a beautiful mixture of yellows, oranges, and purples, she feels as if she's part of a painting.

She wonders if this is a good omen. Elayna brings the mug to her lips. She feels greedy, almost. She wants more good luck when she knows she has plenty. People would kill for what she has and yet she wants, no, needs more.

She sips her coffee slowly and then promptly pulls a face. Her nose wrinkles, and her upper lips twitches.

“Think they could afford better coffee.”

Her dad took care of all her travel arrangements for this trip, so Elayna has no idea how much exactly she's paying per night. She knows it must be expensive. The hotel lobby alone suggests that with its white polished limestone floors and gold accents on everything. Not that the cost particularly matters one way or the other; Elayna being in the Presidential suite won't make a dent in their pockets. The perks of multi-generational wealth, she supposes.

It does, however, matter that the coffee is ass.

Elayna sighs and sets her cup down on the wicker table beside her. The porcelain clinks. No amount of cream or sugar can save it. She doesn't need all organic, pesticide free, non-GMO coffee, but she at least needs something better than prepackaged Starbucks grounds. They might as well have given her K-cups and an outdated Keurig. She huffs and picks up her phone. King's Landing is huge. Surely a good coffee place exists here.

When Elayna unlocks her phone, she sees two text notifications. She double checks the time. It's 6:35 am. Elayna leans back in her chair, a fond smile making its way onto her face. When she went to bed last night, she had no text notifications. The idea people care enough to text her this early in the morning makes her heart glow.

She swipes open her phone and makes her way over to her texts. The first one is from her dad.

Mufasa himself (Dad, ICE): Good luck with your interview. Kick ass, little lion

Elayna closes her eyes. Even now she's gone to college, Alon still encourages her as he did when she was little. She can't remember what started it; she just knows it doesn't feel right when he doesn't wish her luck like this. She chose the phrase to be her first tattoo for a reason. She glances at her left hand. On top of her arm, right where a watch would sit, stands a rampant lion. The words kick ass, little lion in Alon's handwriting curl all the way around her wrist.

Thank you ♥️ I love you

Elayna taps on her screen to back out and go to the other message. She snorts when she sees who texted her, although she still smiles.

🐺 She don't bite 🐺: Good luck with your interview!

🐺 She don't bite 🐺: Don't do anything stupid. I will find out

Elayna's fingers fly across the keyboard.

And what r u gonna do about it, huh?

You ain't gonna do shiiiiit

Also. Why were u awake at 5:30. Go back to bed

Elayna giggles to herself. She drums her feet on the balcony floor with delight. Lyanna won't take her seriously. The pair of them have been friends long enough she'll know Elayna doesn't mean any of it. Besides, their bond is inseparable. They quite literally saved each other's lives. Elayna being a little shit won't do anything other than lightly annoy Lyanna at most.

She closes out of her texts and navigates over to DoorDash. Idly, she begins combing through her options. Elayna doubts she'll find anything if her hotel coffee is anything to go off of.

“No. No. Nope. Oh, that looks interesting. Nevermind, I don't want that.”

She bounces her right leg. Her free hand flexes, fingers cracking as she does so. The restless energy within her builds. She sighs. Elayna looks at the top of her screen. Surely it's close to 7:15.

6:39 am

Elayna groans. She lets her head fall forward onto the table in front of her, a mock sob escaping her. Her shoulders sag. She stays like that for a long minute. Even though it's still early in the morning, the heat slowly builds. Elayna rotates her head to look at the horizon. She can't see much from this angle, but the sky is significantly lighter now.

Her phone buzzes.

Mufasa himself (Dad, ICE): What time is your interview?

Her fingers fly across the keyboard.

Okay. Elayna closes her eyes and breathes. If she gets dressed now and finds a coffee place within walking distance, she should be okay. If she needs to be there at 11, she should really be there about 10:30?

She shakes her head. No. No no no. 10:30 is too early. She'll seem like an overeager puppy begging for the job. Elayna refuses to look desperate.

10:45?

Yeah. 10:45 would be good.

“Okay. 10:45...”

She opens her phone again. Apple maps tells her it's a 15 minute drive from the hotel to the offices. Google, on the other hand, says 12 minutes. So. She'll leave at 10:15? Yeah, 10:15.

Elayna runs her hand over her face.

“Okay. 10:45. 10:15 to 10:45. An hour. No. A little over an hour to get ready. So. 9:00. Which gives me... 2 and a half hours to wait.”

Well. Elayna slides down in the wicker chair until her arms hang over the side uselessly and her chin rests on her chest. She can already feel the wait stretch out for eternity in front of her. She looks at her phone and then closes it. DoorDash might not be a good idea. Sitting around and waiting would only drive her crazy.

The balcony connects directly to the bedroom of her suite. Carefully, she closes the sliding glass door behind her. She smells the faint aroma of coffee lingering. The rising sun bathes the room in a soft glow. The room is spacious, sunlight not quite reach everywhere within the room. It feels almost too big for one person. The bed itself seems so huge in the space. In the middle of the night, one could get lost in it, never able to find their partner.

An empty sort of loneliness creeps along her spine and the edges of her brain. She wasn't supposed to be alone on this trip; the plan had been for her to come for her interview and then her... her ex boyfriend, Aemond, was supposed to come down the same day. The two of them would then spend a relaxing weekend together exploring the city. Who knows. He might have even taken her to his family home so she could finally meet his parents.

So much for that.

Elayna flicks on one of the bedside lamps. Soft incandescent light illuminates the rest of the space, chasing the forlorn and sour mood away. Her loneliness still sits underneath her rib cage and in her stomach; the light just makes the feelings manageable. Underneath the cover of darkness, Elayna never gets control of her emotions. At least during the day, she can pretend to be alright and in complete mastery of herself.

She makes her way over to the closet, footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Elayna always hangs up her clothes now, a habit she picked up from her ex. He always insisted on it, even arguing just folding clothes to put in a suitcase wrinkled them. She sighs and scrunches her face. The fact he still influences her in little ways bothers her. She never did that before him. Then again, this might be the only area he was actually right.

The closet door barely whispers when she opens it. She stares at the collection of clothes she brought with her. Everyone always teases her about being a fashionista; looking at the sheer volume of clothes she packed, she finds herself inclined to agree. The trip goes from last night to Sunday yet her luggage nearly qualified as overweight.

After a moment of thought and perusal, she plucks a pair of denim Guess shorts, not the cut-offs but shorts with a hem, from one of the hangers. The next pick takes longer, a tie between a white Baby Phat baby tee or the Guess corset tank. She grabs the tank and then her Guess zip up sweatshirt.

Elayna pads into the bathroom. The polished travertine countertop, white marble floors, and gold sink gleam under the bright fluorescent lights. The bathroom is just as large as a massive suite would demand. A large bathtub with a built-in jacuzzi takes up the space across from the sink. The toilet and a seperate shower were behind another door.

Elayna makes quick work of changing from her silk pajamas into her casual clothes. As she brushes her teeth, she makes her way back out into the bedroom to grab her outfit for her interview, a pencil skirt with a matching blazer and a red silk blouse. Her Louboutin's are professional, thankfully, so she can wear those as well. She grabs the outfit and places it on the back of the bathroom door. Once she spits her toothpaste into the sink, she deals with her hair, pulling her long, dark curly hair into a high ponytail.

Elayna takes a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

“Can't believe I believed him when he said I wasn't hot.” Elayna murmurs, taking a moment to check out her ass. She places one hand on her hip, stretching her fingertips and pointing them down. Her off white acrylics stand out against the denim of her shorts. Aemond did a number on her self-confidence, nearly breaking her entirely. It took several months for her to even begin putting work into her appearance once more. She'll be damned if she lets him take more from her.

On her way into her hotel last night, she had seen a small boutique, a fancy place she suspects sells soaps and lotions. Having coffee while sitting in the bathtub jacuzzi with rainbow or sparkly water sounds appealing. Maybe she'll add a chocolate croissant too.

The thought makes Elayna smile. Yes. She thinks that's what she'll do.

The streets of King's Landing are already buzzing at 7:30 am. People begin to swarm the sidewalk, and roads clog with cars. Elayna makes sure to check which way she's going on Google before stepping out into the throng of people. She follows the directions, keeping an AirPod in her left ear so she can hear clearly without bothering the people around her.

Her first stop is coffee. Thankfully, she was able to find a small place on DoorDash that wasn't too far away from her hotel. The walk only takes her 7 minutes. She admires her surroundings as she goes. She's staying in the Red Keep district, so everything around her looks clean and neat. The buildings themselves gleam in the sunlight, glass reflecting the beautiful sky with scattered fluffy clouds. She still smells the ocean, surprisingly, although it isn't as strong; the stench of gasoline and smog covers up the brackish scent of the air. Down here on the street, Elayna can't hear the seagulls or the waves. The cacophony of the city drowns out anything else.

The doorbell to the coffee shop chimes pleasantly when she opens it. No one inside bats an eye. A line stretches from the counter to about halfway to the door. Elayna dutifully files into line. She looks at the menu while she waits; one of her pet peeves is people not knowing what they want, so she needs to ensure she has her order ready. She orders an iced version of one of their speciality drinks with oatmilk and a chocolate croissant. As she waits, Elayna double checks where exactly the shop she saw last night is.

Her order is ready fairly quickly, and Elayna ducks back out onto the street and towards her next destination.

As she walks, Elayna takes in more of her surroundings. She knows some of the history of King's Landing. The Red Keep is city center, and it's the pride and joy of the city. Each one of the major states has a part of the Red Keep they claim as their district. Alon likes to help those close to him, so Elayna’s hotel is in her state's district. It's absolutely one of the nicer parts of the city; the Westerlands has money and a reputation, not to mention the financial district is only a few blocks over.

The shop has exactly what Elayna wants. Well, what she wants and more. As she looks through the soaps, perfumes, and lotions, she finds several scented items she doesn't need but buys anyways. Her nerves try to creep back in as she wanders through the storefront. The enticement of new beauty supplies drives the thoughts away, the promise of glitz and glitter filling her with temporary joy.

By the time she gets back to her hotel room, it's 8:52. Elayna starts the bath. As she waits for the tub to fill, she picks out her make-up. She opts for a soft, shimmery gold. She lays the palette and the rest of her make-up on the counter. Steam begins to fog up the mirror. Elayna turns back to the bathtub. It's almost filled to the brim.

The handles move smoothly and don't squeak as she turns off the tap. She drops the bath bomb in with a soft splash. Pink and gold swirl out from the bath bomb, creating a shimmering vortex within the warm water. Rose and gardenia rises with the steam from the bath, filling her nose with a pleasant floral yet musky scent. She hums. Elayna pads back into the main room to grab her coffee and pastry before stripping and sinking into the warm water.

Elayna takes her time to get ready. Her nerves scream at her to go faster and move, but she forces herself to ignore them. She has time. Besides, the more confident she feels, the better she'll do. If she luxuriates in every part of the process, from putting on lotion to applying her eyeshadow and blush, she knows she'll feel beyond prepared.

She still orders her Uber ahead of time. Just to be safe.

Casterly Rock Financial looms over this part of the city. The skyscraper oozes wealth. If she were one of the people from Flea Bottom, the building might come off as tacky, but Elayna thinks it rides the line between class and campy well. The normal steel beams are gold. A gold lion hangs over the main entrance. Supposedly, the insignia comes from a family crest.

Her heels click nicely on the black reflective tile, marble she thinks. The lobby smells clean, almost to the point of being sterile and lifeless. Elayna heads straight to the reception counter. It matches the black of the floor, although the counter has more veins of white. Gold accentuates the edges and separates the body of the counter from the rest of it.

The receptionist doesn't look up at her. She stares at her laptop before grabbing a pencil and a sticky note. A gold claw clip with red roses holds a mass of curly blonde hair up. Elayna notes her roots are showing the tiniest bit, a hint of dark amongst the blonde.

“I'll be with you in just a second.”

“Okay.” Elayna smiles. A quiet, nagging voice in the back of her mind wonders; the receptionist's voice sounds so familiar. Where does she know her from? The slight accent suggests either Lannisport or Casterly Rock.

The scribbling of pencil on paper fills the silence for a moment. Eventually, it stops. The receptionist lifts her head.

“Hi. Can I he-”

The woman falters. Her blue eyes widen with surprise and brief shock.

“Elayna?”

“Tyshara?” Elayna blinks. A massive grin makes its way onto her face. Tyshara echoes the grin. “I knew I recognized your voice!”

“Oh my God, Elayna! It's been forever!” She squeals. Her voice echoes for a moment, bouncing off the glass panels. Tyshara gestures to her desk. “I'd come around and hug you, but they get weird about me doing that. It's unprofessional or whatever.”

“That's fine! It's okay. I absolutely get it.” Elayna leans on the edge of the reception counter. “How have you been? I didn't realize you got a job here. I thought you'd be in college.”

“Yeah. I'm taking a couple years off right now. Strengthening my resume.” Tyshara looks if she wants to pull a face but thinks better of it last minute. She still scrunches her nose. “Mom and Dad have been super weird about making sure I get into Harvard to continue the family legacy. Which is dumb because, like, Cerelle and Tymon have it in the bag. Why do I need to go too?”

Elayna laughs, a soft laugh almost akin to an amused snort. “I bet that's more your mom than your dad.”

“You have no idea.” Tyshara huffs. She rests her forearms on the desk and leans in towards Elayna. “So... what are you doing here? I thought you were gone for good.”

Elayna pauses. She clears her throat before offering Tyshara an apologetic smile. Two years ago seems like such a lifetime away now. She looks down at the floor for a second.

“I'm actually here for an interview.” Elayna adjusts her purse. Hesitantly, she looks back up at Tyshara. “I... I'm sorry, Tyshara. I didn't mean to be, well-”

“An asshole when you left?”

Tyshara clearly tries to go for teasing, but a slight edge of bitterness creeps into her tone. Elayna nods once.

“Yeah.”

Tyshara examines her. Elayna swallows. She braces herself for a scathing remark. None comes. Instead, Tyshara lets out an inelegant snort and leans back some in her chair.

“Look. You were, but like. If my best guy friend used me, I'd be upset too. Also, him outing you was not cool.” She pauses. She runs her tongue along the back of her teeth in thought. “Don't. Don't tell Tymon I said this, but he was a total dillweed to you. Mom still is mad at him.”

“Really? I thought she would have taken his side.”

Tyshara shakes her head.

“Mom actually likes you. She's just...” Tyshara gestures vaguely. Elayna nods. She respects Johanna a lot, especially since Johanna may as well be a single mother of 5 with how little Jason is around; however, Elayna isn't ignorant to how Johanna can get. Being Cerelle's best friend growing up meant she saw both sides of Johanna, and occasionally, Elayna was on the receiving edge of Johanna’s judgement.

“I know. Trust me, I know.”

Tyshara smiles. She bites down on the inside of her lip as if trying to keep in a giggle. Elayna gives her a conspiratorial wink. The gesture cracks Tyshara; she lets out a small snort of laughter. Elayna grins. After a moment, Tyshara clears her throat. She clasps her hands together and places them on the desk in an attempt to look professional.

“You said you were here for the internship, right?”

Elayna nods. She adjusts her stance, moving her weight more onto her other side.

“I am.”

“Okay. I'm gonna call up and let him know you're on the way. Tyland is on the 12th floor.”

Elayna raises an eyebrow. “I thought he'd be on the top floor.”

“No. It's his weird superstition thing. 12 is supposedly a magic money number.” She rolls her eyes. She reaches for the phone. “Go ahead and go on up. He's probably been ready for the past hour.”

“Thank you, ‘Shara.” The pet name slips out. For a moment, it looks as if Tyshara blushes. “Hopefully I'll be seeing more of you this summer?”

“You better. I need people to talk to. Everyone here is so boring.”

Elayna makes her way to the elevator. Despite the 12th floor not being the top floor, the ride feels as if it takes forever. Elayna shifts from one foot to the other uncomfortably. When the elevator dings, she almost jumps out of her skin.

She steps out of the elevator. To her right, at the end of the bank of shiny chrome elevators, Elayna sees the main part of the office. Her heels click satisfyingly on the ground until she reaches the actual office floor. Padded carpet muffles her steps. This floor smells clean but not necessarily in a sterile and lifeless way like downstairs. The scent of papers and coffee mix underneath the fresh smell.

Elayna follows the lobby into the hall. It, surprisingly, opens up; she doesn’t see a wall right in front of her but what looks to be the main work space. She hears typing and soft murmuring. Sunlight comes through the large windows, but it doesn't pour. It's bright enough that the fluorescent lights are low.

A few people look up from their identical cubicles with identical computers. Elayna smiles awkwardly. She leans back and then steps back. Surely, a sign hangs up somewhere telling her where to go. She turns and sees a black marble directory on the wall.

Tyland is in suite E. She assumes he's got the largest corner office.

It takes Elayna a minute to orient herself. Despite not being far into the building, she feels lost already. As she walks the halls, Elayna uses the wall and infrequent markers to tell her where she is. Eventually, she finds where she needs to be. Suite E sits at the end of a hall and towards the back of the building. Elayna's lips twitch.

Seems she was right about the largest corner office.

Elayna carefully enters the waiting room. A secretary sits at a desk, a placard identifying her as Olivia Redwyne on her desk. She looks up when Elayna enters.

“Hi.” Elayna smiles. “I'm Elayna Reyne. I'm here to see Mr. Lannister?”

“Okay, if you'll wait here.” Mrs. Redwyne picks up the phone. She gestures to a seat with her free hand. Elayna takes it.

“Elayna Reyne is here to see you.”

Elayna looks around as she waits. She hears chatter but barely registers it. A couple tasteful office-friendly photos, mostly landscapes, sit on the taupe walls. Thankfully, they don't have the tag lines. Elayna would have no choice but to walk out if she sees that. After a moment, the receiver clicks into place.

“He’ll be ready in a minute. Can I get you anything, dear?”

Elayna shakes her head. “No, but thank you for the offer.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

She tries to keep herself calm. Elayna wants to look at her phone; it would be a welcome distraction. She doesn't. It might make her look bad, playing on her phone as if she was bored. She settles for scanning the walls again. One of the pictures looks to be from the Vale, a beautiful shot of the mountain range behind a lake. Another is an aerial view of the God's Eye. The third shows the cliffs of Casterly Rock from the shoreline.

The phone rings. Mrs. Redwyne picks it up.

“He's ready for you.”

Elayna stands. She smoothes her skirt in a last minute prep.

“You'll do fine.”

“Thank you.”

Elayna steps into the office. She looks to Tyland sitting behind the desk. He seems familiar, blonde hair and blue eyes with a slightly crooked nose. His hair is slicked back. Elayna sees the hint of a 5 o'clock shadow. He's absolutely older than her, maybe twice her age. No, not quite twice her age but close.

She feels a flame stir within her when she looks at him. Blondes have always been a weakness of hers. She never thought older men to be particularly attractive, but he strikes her fancy. Maybe it's all the plaques and awards on his office walls. Maybe it's the fact that for having a more senior position, he still seems relatively young. Maybe it's the fact she can feel how ambitious and driven he is, a little cockiness mixed in for good measure.

It could all very well be because she hasn't gotten laid in several months. Elayna grabs onto the thought and clasps it tightly in her hands.

“Elayna?” He stands and comes over with his hand outstretched. His handshake is firm. He doesn't hold for too long, but Elayna swears his fingertips delicately brush against the inside of her wrist. He keeps his eyes on her face, but she swears he's not looking at her eyes. “It's good to meet you. Tyland Lannister.”

“Hi, Tyland.” She smiles. “I don't know if you remember me, it's been a while.”

Tyland looks her in the eye. His gaze didn't travel too far upward. Had he been looking at her lips? Recognition lights up his face. He smiles.

“Oh, yes. I knew your name was familiar. You’re Cerelle's friend, right? How is she?”

“I... I actually haven't spoken to Cerelle in a bit.” Elayna clears her throat. “We sorta grew apart when we went to college, you know?”

A lot of the blame sits with Elayna. The two did text frequently during their first semester of freshmen year. Aemond put a stop to that. He took up so much of her time and energy she never thought to even reach out to Cerelle last summer. It took a “break-up” and going on a back packing trip for Elayna to find herself again. By that point, it was too late.

“Oh. A shame. She seemed to like you a lot.”

Much to Elayna’s surprise, Tyland sounds as if he genuinely means it as opposed to just giving trite platitudes. Elayna can't help her soft smile. She never talked with Tyland much, but she did remember he seemed normal, if nerdy. Tymon holds open contempt for the man, although Elayna was never to figure out why. Cerelle seems more ambivalent about her uncle.

“Yeah. She was- is a good friend.”

Tyland clears his throat. He gestures for her to sit. She does. The chair across from his is straight back and nice but not necessarily comfortable. Tyland sits in his chair. Sunlight coming in from the right side window and from behind him catches his blond hair. Elayna shifts in her chair.

She never understood protagonists in cheesy romance novels telling their bodies “down, girl” until now. Elayna barely knows him yet based on the little she gleans from his office, her body reacts instinctively. Elayna crosses her legs.

Tyland leans back in his chair. He places his fingertips on a manilla folder on his desk. His gold Rolex shines. Elayna wonders if this is intentional. The positioning of his fingers show how large his hands are.

“I want to go ahead and say this is just a formality.” Tyland begins. He flattens out his palm. Elayna's heart sinks for the briefest of seconds. Tyland must see the look on her face because he quickly reassures her. “Oh, I've already chosen you! I just have to do this so it looks...”

“Fair?” Elayna supplies. Her heart instantly climbs back up. Tyland nods. He takes a moment to think. His tongue wets his lips before he presses them together.

“I don't want to be accused of favoritism.”

Elayna nods. She tries to keep a sly smile off her face. A wave of relief washes over her. She eases back into her chair, shoulders dropping neatly down her back. Her ribs open up, chest untightening.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. Elayna meets his eyes and smiles in gratitude. His eyes are blue, she notes. Tyland looks away first and clears his throat.

“Think nothing of it. You actually came highly recommended. Cerelle practically sung your praises.” Tyland hums. “I will say. I did take a look at your resume and everything. You stated you were one of the Event Coordinators for your sorority this academic year, and you were just voted to be the Treasurer for your junior year?”

“Yeah! I wanted to do events my sophomore year because I felt that was really critical for freshmen. You have to give a sense of community and presence. I actually really loved it! I ran for Treasurer this year on a whim, and I’m super excited about it.”

Elayna resists the urge to run a hand through her hair. She smiles softly, almost shyly. Tyland rests his forearms on his desk, careful to keep his elbows back and away from the edge.

“It seems like you might want to try for President of your sorority.”

Elayna blinks with a surprise before her eyes dart to his face. How did he...? She tries to keep it fairly quiet that she plans on running for President for her sorority. Not just because talking about plans often curses them but also because she feels cheap and cheesy. Everyone wants to follow the path she is and do what she's doing. She ducks her head in a shy manner.

“Maybe? I want to see where this year takes me before I make any decisions.” Elayna shrugs and smiles softly, if a bit lopsided. She keeps her gaze away from him as she does this. After a moment, she turns back to him.

Tyland eyes her. His expression seems friendly and open enough, but Elayna can't shake the sense he knows her, knows her little games. Her gut tells her he knows because he's played them before. Elayna tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The light reappears in his eyes.

“What made you apply to this internship?”

Tyland leans back again and clasps his hands in his lap. His ergonomic office chair creaks as he does so. This time, when he leans back, he leans at a slight angle. He crosses one leg over the other. Elayna notices his navy pants cling to his broad thighs. When she meets his gaze, she knows the positioning is intentional.

A quiet hunger replaces the light. He examines her not in an impassive, critical way, but as if he's mapping the shape of her. He's not eye fucking her; this strikes her as more the precursor, an interest beyond the professional but not entirely sexual.

He raises an eyebrow. It almost feels a challenge, to see if she'll back down or display a reciprocated interest.

Elayna gives him her coyest smile. She ducks her head once more so she's looking at him from her eyelashes. She reaches up and plays with a stray strand of her hair. It curls almost perfectly around her finger.

“I mean. You know my family so you know my background. I grew up in this environment. It'll take less time to train me, plus it's something I'm personally invested in.”

Tyland nods.

“Does your dad want you to take over your family's business?”

The question sobers her up for a moment. Elayna purses her lips for a second. Slowly, she sighs.

“Maybe? I'm not going to put words in my dad's mouth. He'll make the decision best for our family, but I do hope he picks me.”

She doesn't want to voice she would be the best choice. She loves her brothers, loves them dearly, but she knows they haven't put in the work needed. With Seb going on benders every other weekend and Ryman being too young to take anything but girls seriously, she holds no doubt in her heart. She is the best choice.

Elayna wonders if the only reason she hasn't been named yet is because her dad doesn't want her to live this life. Alon loves her, deeply and dearly. Elayna used to get comments about being a daddy's girl all the time. Unless they came from her siblings, she paid it no attention. This life nearly destroyed Alon. She wonders if he might be trying to save her.

Tyland studies her for a long minute. He drums his fingers on his desk, clearly lost in thought for a second. Elayna patiently waits. Tyland tilts his head. His eyes narrow, the studious look becoming slightly scrutinizing. His gaze flicks to her eyes. Elayna looks back at him. She can see him running a quiet calculation, but she doesn't feel threatened by it.

Maybe it's because for the briefest of moments, when they lock eyes, his expression softens.

“It's a lot of work.”

“I know. I'm prepared for it.”

“You won't be in the front office, so you don't have to come in at 6:30. That doesn’t mean you won't have long hours.”

“I didn't apply because I wanted easy. I applied because I want the best.” Elayna stares evenly at him. “I'm not scared of work.”

“I figured as much, but I still have to say it.” Tyland purses his lips in thought. He looks away first, although he doesn't turn away entirely. He places his right elbow on the right armrest of his chair and then his chin by his lifted hand, pressing his knuckles just below the curve of his mouth. For a moment, he stares at the space just to Elayna’s left. Eventually, his eyes flick back to Elayna. She sees the moment he makes up his mind about whatever internal conflict is going on within his head. Tyland straightens up and interlaces his hands together, placing them on the desk.

“Cerelle specifically described you as ambitious.”

“I'd like to think I know what I want. But, yes, I am ambitious.” She tries not to preen. “Like I said, I want the best. That applies to everything.”

“I like ambition.”

Fuck. Was it just her or did his voice lower slightly when he said that? Elayna tries to keep her breathing even. Tyland clears his throat.

“I respect that. Not many people are willing to put in the work these days. Especially your generation. No offense.” Tyland hums. “I think... Elayna. You have a lot of potential.”

Her heart begins to sink. Those words were never good. Had she begun to be too casual with him? Did she say something to make herself come off as bitchy?

“Which is why I'm going to give you an entirely different position.”

Elayna swears her heart stops in the moment. She stares at him.

“I'm not sure I'm following?” Despite her best efforts, her voice raises in pitch at the end. It almost sounds like a squeak.

“You'd be working directly with me. I need someone organized and on top of things. Jason has left everything a mess. I need help managing it all.”

“Are you sure?”

Tyland tilts his head. He raises a single eyebrow.

“I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” Elayna bites down on her tongue to keep herself from becoming too effusive. A squeal of delight builds in her chest. Glee fills every one of Elayna’s cells and lights her whole being aflame. Tyland smiles.

“Is that a yes? I need to hear it in words.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

A brief look flashes on Tyland’s face. He looks at her almost hungrily for a second. Elayna misses it; she focuses on trying not to grin with delight.

“I'll have to write up a new contract. It might take a couple days to get to you.”

“That's fine. I... thank you.”

“You don't need to thank me.” He smooths his hands on his slacks. “Thank Cerelle.”

“Oh, I will.” Elayna stands. Tyland follows suit.

“Let me walk you to the elevator. I could use the exercise.”

Tyland opens the door. Elayna scurries through and out into the waiting area. She notices he opens the door just enough she can get by but not enough she isn't forced to brush by him. Elayna relishes how close he is.

They find a good rhythm as he walks her to the elevator. Her heart beats rapidly. Giddiness washes over her. Elayna matches Tyland’s steps. She keeps a professional distance between them, wanting to go ahead and set a precedence.

Tyland is her boss now.

The thought almost makes her pause. Her earlier joy halts. Tyland isn't just her boss but her direct superior. A line sits in the sand; they are off-limits to each other. Normally, she wouldn't ever think about such a thing yet it occurs to her. Elayna can't have him. He can't have her.

The space between them crackles, an unsung electricity between them.

Elayna wants to narrow the space between them. She actively fights the urge but feels inexorably drawn to him. Tyland clearly feels it too. He steps closer to her but then steps away after several paces.

His hand brushes against hers. Elayna nearly sighs. Yet they both pull away from each other.

The line is drawn. It sits perfectly between them.

They make small talk on their way to the elevator. What classes is she currently taking? Oh, yes, he remembers that course. How is she liking college? It's not forced but still comes off as slightly unnatural and awkward.

The pair reach the elevator.

“Thank you again.”

Elayna shakes his hand. Tyland this time clearly means to linger, carefully running his fingers over her pulse point when he lets go.

“No need to thank me. I'll have the paperwork sent over as soon as I can.” He smiles. “I look forward to working with you.”

The elevator dings. Elayna steps inside. Once the doors close behind her, she nearly slumps against the back wall.

Oh. She's so fucked.

She tries to ignore her heartbeat on the way down. It thrums through her entire body. Elayna sighs. This... this was different. She knows attraction. Hell, she's intimately familiar with lust. That was the draw between her and her ex, lust at first sight. Whatever is going on between her and Tyland is an entirely different beast.

It's not love. It's not just lust either. Elayna wants to put a name to the face but her tongue and mind come up blank. She thinks it's potential. On paper, Tyland is her type. It could mean nothing. It could mean anything. They may never fuck or may end up married. She doesn't know.

Elayna runs her hand down her face.

The elevator dings. Elayna straightens up. She exits the elevator. Tyshara looks up at the sound of heels clacking on the black marble.

“How'd it go?” Tyshara calls loudly from across the lobby.

Elayna stops. She... she got the job. She got the internship. The realization slams into her. She's got to call her dad. Elayna can hear him already, the way he’ll say “alright!” in such a proud voice. He's going to be so happy.

Elayna lifts her chin and looks at Tyshara.

“I'll see you around this summer.”

Elayna winks before walking out the door.

#fic: what happened in Paris...#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Tylana #persephone writes #pairing: what happens in Paris...

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queen--kenobi · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day Fourteen: Sensory Deprivation

Tyland Lannister x OFC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: NSFT (fingering, implied f!receiving oral, blindfolds, bondage, orgasm control)

“You promise you tell me if this becomes too much?” Tyland murmurs, running his knuckles gently across her chin. Elayna nods. She tests the rope binding her wrists.

“I promise."

Tyland presses a kiss to her temple. He carefully brings the thick silk up to her face. Elayna closes her eyes and lifts her head for him to wrap it around her. When she opens her eyes, she's greeted only with darkness. The bed dips. Tyland kisses her forehead again, the sensation amplified by being unable to see him. She stretches languidly before wriggling her lower body.

“I'm okay.”

Tyland doesn't say anything. For a split second, the silence scares her. He hasn't left, the pressure on their bed stays the same and she smells the bermagont orange and mint aroma of his beard oil. Elayna nearly jumps when he places his hand on her hip. Tyland rubs his thumb over her skin, slowly relaxing her. He waits for her to relax into his touch before he trails his fingers gently up her side.

Elayna sighs softly. Not being able to see him adds to the sensation, his touch a grounding point of contact. His beard scratches softly against her skin when he presses a kiss just under her jaw. The scent of him relaxes her even further. He's there, and she's safe. He's got her.

Tyland’s touch disappears briefly, making her whine with disappointment. She arches towards where she thinks he is. Tyland doesn't take the bait. Instead, he gets up off the bed. She huffs.

“Tyland.” Elayna draws his name out. “Tyland, come back.”

He doesn't respond. Elayna listens intently, trying to figure out where in the room he is. She hears him moving about their space. She has no idea where exactly he is. Anticipation builds within her; she rubs her legs together for some sort of friction.

She almost yelps when Tyland takes hold of her left ankle. The yelp dissolves into a giggle when he lets his fingers brush over the arch of her foot before he moves her leg out to the side. Cool air on her cunt makes her squirm.

Elayna outright gasps when Tyland runs his thumb over one of her nipples. She's already sensitive, but having his touch be one single point intensifies everything. He brings his hand up along the curve of her breast. He brushes her hair back from her neck, goosebumps following his touch. The bed creaks and dips as he crawls back into bed on her other side.

Elayna waits with baited breath for him to touch her again. She cries out when he dips his head and takes her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud. She squirms. Elayna wants to reach down and thread her fingers through his hair, but the rope around her wrists means she can't. She tries anyway. Tyland takes one hand and places it on her stomach, keeping her still.

“Don't tease. ‘Tis not nice.”

Much to her surprise, Tyland listens. At least, he listens somewhat. Tyland begins kissing her again, following the path his hand took earlier. The hand on her stomach moves down, agonizingly slow. His pace is it's own kind of delicious torture; she thoroughly enjoys this method. She bucks her hips, wanting more.

Tyland obliges her. He flips his hand so his fingers point downward. They both moan when his fingers find her center, wet and wanting. He doesn't dip his fingers into her yet, merely collecting some of her wetness before rubbing her clit. Elayna whimpers.

“Patience.” When did Tyland move his head? His lips trail across the shell of her ear before he lightly nips. Elayna rolls her hips. She turns her head, and he obliges.

Tyland swallows every one of her moans and whimpers, her soft gasps and keening noises. Her hips follow the pattern of his fingers. Her fingers dig into the rope holding her hands above her head. Seven above. She wants to touch him and see him. Only being able to feel his touch but not respond drives her mad. Finally, Tyland brings one finger down and eases it into her. He inhales sharply.

“Fuck.” She whispers against his lips, both a prayer and a plea. “More.”

The angle of his hand puts the heel of his palm over her clit. She grinds against him, the point of contact making her eyes flutter behind the blindfold. Tyland pulls away. She inhales, and all she smells is him. Elayna chases after his lips, but he moves back.

“You're beautiful.” Tyland murmurs, running his thumb along her jaw. Elayna parts her lips in an attempt to coax him into putting his thumb into her mouth. Tyland doesn't take the bait.

He slips a second finger inside of her, and Elayna’s back nearly bows. Pleasure sings throughout her entire body. She gasps, wanting to form the words and plea for more, but she can't manage them. The heat from Tyland moves away.

Elayna lets out a pathetically loud and needy noise when he dips his head back down and once again takes her nipple into his mouth. She likes a fair share of pain, so she cries out when he adds the slightest hint of teeth. Tyland curls his fingers at the same time. Elayna's eyes roll back into her head.

“Tyland.”

She isn't sure what exactly she's asking for but she knows Tyland will provide it.

“Hush. I've got you.”

Tyland keeps her like that for a second. She adores it. Every muscle in her tightens and quakes. Elayna almost begins to thrash around, abdomen flexing as she breathes wildly. Tyland kisses the hollow of her throat.

“Can I...” Elayna swallows hard. Her racing pulse makes it hard for her to think. “I want to cum. Can I cum?”

Elayna doesn't hear so much as feel the choked noise Tyland lets out. She's never done that before and it's not something they'd discussed. She can't even think to be embarrassed. Judging by the way he presses closer to her and speeds up his fingers, he doesn't mind.

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

Elayna's whole body bows when she does. Liquid pleasure goes through her entire body. She's vaguely aware of making noises. Tyland coaxed her through it, whispering praise that makes her brain shut off completely.

Eventually, she begins to come down. Tyland kisses her cheek, her forehead, her temple. Elayna feels fuzzy in the best possible way. She laughs softly.

“Mmmhhhmmm, take off the- oh!”

Elayna cuts herself off when he shuffles down the bed. Tyland pushes her still trembling thighs apart.

This is something they'll do again for certain.

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #NSFT #kinktober 2024 #persephone writes

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Kinktober Day #4: Stockings

Tyland Lannister x OFC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: most just sexual tension, lots of teasing, Elayna being a Brat when she doesn't get her way, implied soft dom Tyland

Tyland really should have known Elayna was up to no good with how long she was taking to get ready.

He looks up the stairs for any sign of Elayna. The event they're going to is important, both on a professional and social level. It's the annual fundraiser gala the company sponsors, which by itself merits urgency. It's also what Elayna called the “hard launch” of their relationship.

“Elayna?” He calls. The sound echoes in the foyer.

No answer comes from upstairs. Tyland checks his watch with a sigh. Normally, he would wait for her, but at this rate, they were going to be more than fashionably late. He begins up the stairs, making his way down the hall towards their room.

Soft music comes from behind the door, the dulcet tones of Eartha Kitt muffled by the wood. That should have been his second indication Elayna had plans of her own for the evening.

However, he doesn't see the signs until it's too late. Tyland presses his lips together in irritation. If she's playing music, she's most likely nowhere near ready. He inhales and opens the door.

“Elayna, we really sho-”

He stops in his tracks.

Elayna stands by the vanity, one foot resting on the accompanying stool. She's mostly dressed except for her heels and stockings, one of which she's rolling up her thigh with care. One stray strand of hair falls out of her meticulous bun and into her face.

Tyland watches, almost entranced. Elayna rolls her stocking up from just above her knee to her upper thigh. The cut of her dress means he can't see her hands when she reaches that point. Her hands disappear, presumably because she's fastening her garter. As she works, she sticks the tip of her tongue out, a look of silent concentration on her face. She lets out a small noise of triumph when she fixes it and then lifts her head.

The slow, easy smirk on her face tells him all he needs to know.

Tyland clears his throat. Elayna tries to school her expression into something less predatory, but the glimmer in her eyes betrays her.

“We're running late.” He fights to keep his voice even. Despite himself, his gaze lingers on her legs, the curve of her calf and thighs. Elayna blinks, trying to make her eyes wide and innocent. She reaches for her phone and checks the time.

“Oh! Shit. I'm so sorry, I totally lost track of time.” Elayna watches him. She's clearly trying to gage his reaction. Tyland inhales. If Elayna has already put her mind to teasing him, his night will be a long one.

“Can you be ready in ten?”

“Yeah. Just let me get this other one on and my heels.” She pauses. “Unless you want to help me? It'll make things go faster.”

Tyland knows he should just go downstairs and wait for her. He knows this is a trap. Yet, he can't. It's because of the way Elayna stares at him, silently challenging him beneath her façade of innocence. Besides, she forgets he knows her as much as she knows him. He steps towards her.

“We're late as is.” He warns her, dropping his voice slightly. She swallows.

“It'll save time.” Elayna blinks at him, looking at him from under her eyelashes. He gestures for her to sit down; she tries to remain calm and collected as she does so.

Her breath audibly hitches when he kneels down in front of her. Tyland almost preens at the reaction. When he holds out his hand, Elayna hands him the stocking carefully, fingers brushing against his. Tyland looks up at her. Elayna stares down at him with unadulterated lust. He can't help the cocky smile on his face, and from the way Elayna looks as if she wants to devour him whole, he thinks she doesn't mind.

He rolls the stocking up carefully and begins his work. Tyland drags his fingers against the soft skin of her calf, a featherlight sensation. When he catches her eye, he makes sure to look at her the same way she did to him. Elayna's chest heaves. She seems almost in a trance, lips parting slightly. His touch becomes more solid as he crosses over her knee and to her thighs. She parts her thighs without a second thought. When he does reach the top of her stocking, he takes a moment to palm her inner thigh.

“Don't forget the garters.” Elayna breathes. Tyland quirks an eyebrow.

“I won't.”

Elayna shivers when the pads of his fingers touch the upper part of her inner thigh. Tyland takes his time attaching the garters. By the time he's done, Elayna shifts, clearly wanting relief.

“And my heels?”

For a second, he considers standing and leaving. Tyland makes the mistake of gazing up at her again. He's barely touched her yet she looks wrecked.

Her heels slip on easily. Tyland makes sure to support her upheld leg by the back of her calf. Elayna's fingers dig into the plush fabric of the vanity stool. When he stands, Elayna nearly whines.

“Come on. We need to go.”

“But...” Elayna actually pouts at him. Tyland shakes his head.

“They're expecting us.”

“Surely they can wait.”

“If we don't go now, we won't make it at all.”

He tries to infuse his real meaning into each word. Elayna sighs. She stands up and tries her best to look upset, crossing her arms.

“Behave.” He warns.

“And what if I don't?”

“You won't get what you want.” He states it matter of factly. Elayna takes the hint; Tyland cannot be moved when he uses that tone.

“I'll behave.” She huffs. “But only if you make it worth my while.”

"I promise. I will."

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OFC #nsft #persephone writes #Kinktober 2024

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Kinktober Day Seventeen: Biting

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: sooooo technically this has no sex but the not sex is sex? Biting and blood play are on the table because this has vampire!Elayna

Elayna noses the side of Tyland’s neck. His pulse jumps. His heart beats faster, reverberating in his rib cage, and Elayna’s eyes roll back as the sensation travels from his chest to hers. She tastes the spike of arousal thick on her tongue and flooding her nostrils. Underneath the bermagont and mint, he smells musky. She inhales deeply.

“You smell good.”

Her lips brush against his skin with every word. Tyland’s breath catches for a moment. Elayna's gums itch. He's making it hard not to sink her fangs into him. She wants to taste not just his blood on her tongue but his ecstacy, the high of his orgasm. The worst part is he doesn't know his mere reactions are driving her towards a frenzy.

“We cannot.” Tyland manages a composed tone tinged with a bit of worry. The fact he holds it together despite the arousal seeping from him causes Elayna to squirm. It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when they do, they pull her back to the present.

He's right. Elayna closes her eyes. Tyland is right; they cannot. Her fingers dig into his doublet anyway. If they were to get caught, it would be a scandal. Besides, even if they could, it's dangerous right now. She could hurt him easily. Elayna should go back to her food and away from here, away from him.

“I don't want to go.” Elayna murmurs. The words fall from her mouth unbidden.

“You and I both know if you don't go now...” He trails off. Tyland wants this, she knows he does. She still smells his arousal.

“What if we do?” His pulse speeds up at her word. “I want this. I want you.”

Elayna noses the side of his neck again. His pulse jumps underneath her lips. Seven be good, she can almost taste him on her tongue. Tyland exhales, and the slight shakiness of his breath makes her lips curl. She follows her impulse and presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Please.”

Elayna can't help her triumphant smirk. Tyland’s heart actually skips a beat. His breath catches, she hears it and feels it where their chests meet. Whether or not he realizes it, she's already won. Tyland almost subconsciously tilts his head a little to give her more room.

“Just this once.”

They both know it won't be just this one time. Still, Elayna nods.

“Just this one.”

Elayna settles her lips on his neck. He tenses. She kisses the spot she's chosen, where his blood truly sings to her, in order to relax him. She gets it; everyone expects pain.

“Breathe for me.”

Tyland does. Elayna slowly sinks her fangs into his neck. He stiffens in her hold for a second, no doubt from the pain. She squeezes his bicep sympathetically. If her mouth weren't full, she'd tell him she knows, she gets it. However, Elayna can't. If she pulls away now, it'll hurt more when she goes back.

When his blood hits her tongue, Elayna's eyes nearly roll back into her head. Fuck. Tyland tastes even better than he smells. She pulls him closer with a hand between his shoulder blades, fingers splayed. Tyland’s breathing changes, going from short and shallow to half breathes. Tyland brings one hand up to the back of her head. His fingers hesitantly thread through her hair. A pleased growl eminates from Elayna, and the spike of arousal in his blood makes her dig her fangs in deeper.

It isn't long before the grip on her hair tightens. The slight sting brings Elayna back to the present, and she opens her eyes.

“Elayna. Enough.” Tyland’s voice drops an octave. Elayna grunts. She hears the command in his tone, but the thought of letting go now hurts. Tyland tugs on her hair a little more harshly. She pulls away with a displeased noise. Blood runs in small rivulets down her chin. Tyland’s eyes are wide, pupils blown out.

“Why did you stop me?” She fights to keep the whine out of her voice. “I wasn't anywhere near hurting you.”

Elayna knows why. If she had kept on any longer, any and all sense of decorum between them would have evaporated. Still. She wants to hear it from him. Absent-mindedly, she brings her fingers up to her chin and collects what's there. Elayna cleans her fingers, slipping each one into her mouth with a soft pop and licking the blood from them.

Tyland sighs her name. “We cannot. I should not have even indulged you to begin with.” Despite the harshness of his words, a slight tinge of regret creeps into them.

“Tell me. Tell me to go, and I shall, no questions asked.” Elayna searches his eyes, although she isn't sure for what. Tyland swallows. The motion causes a small bead of blood to well up on his neck. Elayna's eyes instantly focus on that point.

“Tell me to go, and I will.” Elayna reiterates. Tyland inhales, closing his eyes. He exhales slowly and deliberately. Elayna's own breath catches in her throat as she waits for his answer. While she doesn't think he wants her to go, she worries he might tell her to for both of their sake. The battle plays out on his face. Eventually, he opens his eyes.

“Just this once.”

“Just this once.” Elayna echoes, the lie slipping between her teeth. She knows it isn't for her but for him. Once was never an option, only never or always.

Perhaps, Elayna muses as she lowers her head back down, never wasn't even an option in the first place.

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #NSFT #kinktober 2024 #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #persephone writes

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for those 18+ prompts and any pairing you want 😳

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Phrases that make me want to drop to my knees

Okay so. I almost did Jaime and Elayna for this but opted for Tyland and Elayna because. This just popped into my head. I may come back to do the first one hehehe

Tyland Lannister x OFC, modern AU

NSFT (semi-public sex, hints of nipple play, praise kink, PiV, dirty talk, mentions of fingering and blowjobs)

They shouldn't be doing this.

They really shouldn't be doing this.

Elayna can come up with a thousand excuses as to why Tyland is currently pinning her up against one of the cabañas. She can come up with a multitude of absolutely dumb reasons as to why she and Tyland are making out like horny teens in the shadows of one of the buildings. She isn't even sure it's one of their cabañas. Too many people are probably lingering around the main ones where family, the bridal party, and the groomsmen are staying.

It doesn't matter. They shouldn't be doing this. This is supposed to be about Jason and Johanna getting remarried, about Jason cleaning up his act enough to deserve Johanna again.

Someone finding Jason's brother and one of Johanna’s bridesmaids behind one of the cabañas would certainly ruin that.

Elayna sighs as Tyland kisses the side of her neck. She wants to be good. Not because she particularly cares about ruining Jason's wedding but because she doesn't want to get Tyland in trouble.

“This is wrong.” She manages in between unsteady breaths.

“So wrong.” Tyland agrees. He doesn't do anything to stop. Instead, he places one hand on her hip and kisses her.

She can't argue, not with the way his lips move against hers.

Elayna almost whines into Tyland’s mouth when he brings his hand up from her hip to her breast. He cups her tit through the fabric. The dresses Johanna chose were backless with a halter. Because of this, Elayna isn't wearing a bra. The soft satin drags across her skin. Tyland brushes the pad of his thumb against her nipple. Elayna keens. Tyland smiles into the kiss.

Elayna manages to find herself. She wants to tug at his suit jacket but instead untucks his shirt. They don't have the luxury of stripping fully here. She snakes her hand under his button up. Tyland squeezes her breast lightly. Elayna moans.

Tyland pulls away first. Even in the low light, she can tell his lips are kiss bruised.

“So sensitive.”

His voice stays low. Tyland almost sounds as if he's praising her. Fuck, he knows what he's doing to her. Praise always goes straight to her head and sends her pulse thundering through her veins. He exploits the fact regularly. Elayna vividly remembers him rewarding her for dealing with his family by fingering after, all the while praising her. It still makes her feel hot all over, thinking about how wet she got as he whispered how beautiful she was, how clever she was, how perfect she was.

She repaid the favor by deepthroating him for the first time. She clenches her thighs. The noises he made play on loop in her head.

“It's seeing you in this suit.” Elayna murmurs. She tugs at the lapels for emphasis. “You look so fucking hot.”

Tyland gets a comical look on his face. She's never seen him look like a deer in the headlights. He actually blushes. Elayna grins in the low light.

“You're hot, you know that?” Elayna pulls her hand out from under his shirt. She begins meticulously unbuttoning it. “Hottest man I've ever seen. The cleverest too.”

“Elayna...”

“What?” She bats her eyelashes at him. “I'm just being honest. You're so clever and smart. Most intelligent man I've ever met. Most intelligent person I've ever met.”

Tyland looks at her. She can see an inner war going on within him. He takes a deep breath.

She doesn't want that. She wants to see his composure slip.

“Wanted you to fuck me over your desk the first time I walked into your office.”

The switch flips. Within seconds, Tyland flips Elayna so her front is pressed against the wall. Elayna bites down hard on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Him doing that is so unexpected. It makes her head spin in a delightful way.

He gathers the fabric of her dress in one hand and pulls it up to her hips. Elayna doesn't miss the low groan when he sees her legs. The heels she picked make her legs and ass look fantastic. He palms her leg before moving to her ass.

“You're beautiful.” He murmurs. The softness returns. Tyland presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“You're handsome. So fucking handsome.” She pushes back against him, not subtly grinding on him. She feels his hand flex against her ass, as if he wanted to spank for her impudence. He must be as desperate as she is, though. Elayna hears the tell tale sound of a zipper being undone. He deftly pushes the barely there fabric of her thong to the side.

They moan in unison when he slides into her. Elayna scrambles for purchase. Tyland let's out a choked noise when he bottoms out.

“You're so big.” Elayna manages. Tyland’s fingers dig into her hips. He's still fighting to control himself. Elayna looks over her shoulder at him. She needs the thread to snap. “Fuck, you're so hot in that suit. You drive me crazy.”

She's rewarded with a harsher thrust. She grins. She knows what she must look like to him, hair a mess and triumph in her eyes.

“You gonna fuck me? Let everyone know you bagged the hottest girl here? That you get to go home with me? I want you to. I want everyone to know I get to go home with you, that I chose to go home with you. Not them. You.”

The thread snaps. All worries of getting caught evaporate the minute he drives into her. Tyland leans forward and kisses her, more teeth than anything else. Elayna's eyes roll into the back of her head. This is what she wants, what she needs. This is what only Tyland can give her.

She can face the consequences later.

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OFC #persephone writes #NSFT #pairing: what happens in Paris...

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Invisible Ties, Silken Ties Part 1

Story summary: You're sent to King's Landing to spy on Lady Elayna Reyne. Rumor has it she and Aemond Targaryen are lovers. You are supposed to see if this is true, but you may end up getting more than your bargained for.

Aemond Targaryen x maid!reader x OFC (Elayna Reyne), Aemond x OFC, Tyland Lannister x OFC, eventual all four sdsdsdsd

Warnings: NSFT (PiV, BDSM dynamics, voyeurism, semi-public sex, implied collaring, Aemond likes being called King)

Word count: 2.9k

Author's note: So this first part is mostly plot with voyeurism. The next part will absolutely have the threesome. Also. Reblogs and comments will make me fall in love with you ❤️

You shouldn't have done this. The thought weighs heavily on your mind as you make your way through the corridors. You shouldn't have done this.

Well. It wasn't exactly as if you had a choice in the matter. You had been sent to King's Landing as part of a wedding gift from Tyland and Jason's younger brother, Tymon. At least, that was your understanding until Lord Tymon approached you the night before you were set to leave.

“I understand you might be upset at this turn of events.” Tymon stands up. He paces towards you. “But. I have no one else I can turn to.”

You try to keep your face blank and the picture of civility.

“Don't.” Tymon nearly coos. It sends a strange sort of shiver up your spine. “I would be upset too. I just...” He pauses. “You have always been a good and faithful servant to us, and this is sensitive. So sensitive I cannot ask this of anyone else.” He gives you an imploring look.

“What is it, Ser?” You have a sinking feeling in your gut.

"I have one thing to ask of you." Tymon places his finger under your chin. He lifts your chin up so you look him in the eye. "It's simple."

Your heart beat thunders in your chest. "What is it, ser?"

"Before I tell you, you must promise not to tell anyone." He nearly purrs. A brief, dark look crosses over his face. "The reputation of my family may be at stake."

"Of course."

"I need you to keep an eye on the future Lady Lannister. Not for my sake but for my brother's sake."

You knit your brow in confusion.

"I'm not sure I understand, Ser."

"Of course you wouldn't." Tymon pats your cheek. "You're loyal." He steps even closer to you. His green eyes almost sparkle. "You know my brother, Tyland? He's... dull, which means he's never been subject to a lady's schemes. I fear my old friend may be trying to use my older brother. I'm not sure if it's for money or wealth or fame. I find I cannot trust her intentions. So. I need you to make sure she does not take advantage of him." Tymon tilts his head. "It would be his first heartbreak, and I wish to spare him the same sort of pain she caused me."

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Did she break your heart?"

He nods. "Yes, she was to be my betrothed. Instead of staying true, she ran off to King's Landing where she met my brother. At first I thought she chose him because of a perceived slight, but I'm beginning to think she's using him. She's good friends with Prince Aemond. I..." Tymon pauses. He presses his lips together. "I shouldn't say what I'm thinking. She is to be family."

You frown despite yourself. He does seem betrayed, a level of hurt lurking beneath the surface you've felt before.

"You want to spare your brother the heart ache." You echo his earlier words. Tymon slowly smiles.

"You understand me."

You were to spy. The thought did not sit well with you, but what choice did you have in the matter? Surely, if you were to spy, other maids might be there to spy on you as well.

It doesn't help you like Lady Elayna. At first, you are hesitant to meet her. Lannisters never seemed to go for truly nice women. Elayna is different. She does not treat you with indifference or act as if you are invisible. She does not treat you with cruelty either. She is... nice in a genuine way.

It almost feels like a betrayal knowing you are to spy on her. Eventually, you try to forget those were your directives at all.

The memory weighs on your mind every time you watch Elayna interact with the middle Prince. The two were close, no one could deny that. Yet you did not think she was being unfaithful. Both Tyland and Prince Aemond seemed constant fixtures in her life.

Every morning, Elayna get ups and goes to the Sept first thing. She dresses herself but has you do her hair in a simple braid. Most mornings, she goes by herself, but others Tyland waits at her door to escort her.

While Elayna is at the Sept, you arr given an odd task. Every morning, whether it was when he came to escort Elayna to the Sept or when she was at her prayers, Tyland comes by her rooms. He informs you of the outfits Elayna was to wear that day, down to the jewelry.

At first you think it odd, but you never question it. Part of why you didn't was simply because Elayna did not seem to mind. Another part of you wonders. Tyland Lannister has a reputation as a boring, dull man. Picking out his wife's clothes every day doesn't seem like the trait of a boring man.

After her prayers, you dress Elayna in the first chosen outfit. She then goes to watch Prince Aemond spar. You and another maid clean Elayna’s room. If you finish everything an hour before noon, you have a break. Every day, an hour before lunch, Elayna comes back to her rooms. You dress her in the second outfit of the day. She then goes to lunch with her betrothed. About mid-afternoon she changes once more for whatever event she had in the evening. At this point, she lets you go.

“I won't keep you up all night.” She explains.

You notice other odd things. For starters, every time Elayna sees Prince Aemond in the afternoon, she comes back without her necklace on. Lord Tyland is adamant Elayna wear a gold necklace every day. Some of the necklaces look more like a collar in your opinion. You never say anything.

Those necklaces always go missing by the end of the day.

Roella, the other main maid of Lady Elayna's, tells you her theories. She tends to Elayna at night. Most of the time you don't lend credence to what she says. You honestly doubt Prince Aemond could be in Elayna’s room and suddenly disappear when Roella came by.

Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you. You and Roella, along with some of the other maids, are deep cleaning Elayna’s room. It is a little over a moon's time before Elayna is to be married, and her family is going to be here soon. You and Roella stand at a large basin of water, cleaning Elayna’s sheets.

“Are... are the Prince and Lady Elayna as close as the rumors say?” You keep your gaze cast down. A particular spot on the silk sheets catches your interest.

Roella snorts.

"Oh, they've been fucking. It's a secret to them higher folk, but us maids know. You'll know soon enough." She waggles her eyebrows.

You frown.

"What do you mean the higher folk don't know?" You question. Roella snorts.

"Everyone thinks they are, but no one can provide evidence. Even Larys can't make anything stick, and he can sniff out shit faster than a pig."

A couple other maids titter.

"We'll know once she has a babe. I'd wager money they'll come out with silver hair." Someone says.

"So? Tyland is blond. Depending on how light the babe's hair is, they might pass."

"I heard her future husband is in on it and that's why it doesn't stay." Another maid, Sarae you think, chimes in. "Would explain a lot."

"Oh, now you're just talkin' nonsense. That's just as likely as them who says Elayna gave ol' Clubfoot a foot job for his silence."

"It's true! You remember Marissa? She supposedly went to Ser Tyland and suddenly! She was Aegon's maid. Her Majesty gave Marissa the boot within three moons."

Some of the maids shudder. You give Roella an inquiring look. She shakes her head.

"Be careful 'round Aegon. He's got an appetite on him. Ain't exactly polite about it neither." She begins pulling the sheets out of the soapy water. "Lady Elayna will protect you. I think she's been waiting for a chance to have a go at 'im."

The gossip turns to other subjects. You can't help being stuck on this one. So far, Elayna seemed the picture of a lady. She certainly didn't seem like the type to do such a thing. She had her mischievous streak, but she was still young.

Roella's words turn out to be a prophecy. You did know not too long after.

Soft noises come from within the Small Council's chamber. You frown. Everyone should be at the festivities. It was Aegon's name day, and while people had differing opinions about the Prince, everyone knew a party in his name would include much debauchery. You saw everyone on the Council downstairs, and you know the doors are often locked to prevent people from sneaking in during events like this.

You inch towards the heavy doors. It's sheerly curiosity getting the better of you.

A low moan comes from between the heavy wooden doors. Soon, a satisfied yet mischievous feminine laugh follows. You stop dead in your tracks. Even though you haven't seen anything, your eyes grow wide.

It must be Aegon in there, surely it is just Aegon in there with some noble lady who thinks she might curry favor. You try to make your feet move. You aren't sure why, but you can't seem to move. Maybe... maybe it's because the laugh somehow seems familiar.

"Oh." A gasp cuts through the air. "My King!"

You stare at the doors in amazement and fear. The voice was absolutely Elayna’s, that much was clear. You had thought Tymon had been lying to you, trying to make you paranoid and fear Elayna, but it truly seems as if she might be disgracing his elder brother by laying with another man. You bite your bottom lip. Surely. Surely it wasn't with Aegon? She seemed to barely tolerate him.

Your feet move suddenly and of their own volition. Oh. You know. You know you should not peek to see. Elayna would never forgive you if she felt you had betrayed her trust, but you have to know. You have to see exactly who it is. You creep towards the doors.

What you see through the cracks takes you by surprise.

Elayna lays on the table, her skirts bunched at her waist. You do see silver hair between her legs, just as you feared, but it is not Aegon's short curls. Instead, Aemond's long hair gleams in the moonlight. It's mussed, no doubt from Elayna keeping Aemond's head pressed to her center. Aemond's right arm moves. You can see his bicep flex with small movements, but his right forearm flexes the most. You can't see his fingers since they disappear in front of him. You don't need to, not with the noises falling from Elayna’s mouth and the slick sounds of her arousal echoing in the room.

Shame tries to take hold of your body. You can't move. You're mesmerized by the sight in front of you. Aemond brings his left hand up from under Elayna's thigh. He places it up on top of her leg. Elayna sits up some. She reaches out and takes hold of his free hand. She leans on her left elbow more to compensate. Her breasts threaten to spill out from her dress. Elayna attempts several times to thread her fingers through Aemond's. Whatever he is doing with his mouth and opposite hand must be extraordinary because Elayna's whole body shakes.

"Aemond." She whines.

The sounds stop abruptly. Aemond pulls back. Is it just your imagination, or can you actually see strands of Elayna’s arousal on his mouth? Your heart beats loudly against your chest.

" 'Tis not my name tonight." Aemond's voice is low. The fingers on Elayna’s thigh tap on her skin with barely restrained displeasure.

"My King." Elayna presses herself fully up to sitting. It takes her several tries. Aemond outright smirks.

Could he... could he do that to you? Could he render you that immobile from pleasure? Certainly just watching him makes it seem that he can.

"My King." Elayna's chest heaves. She sits fully upright now. "My King, I just wanted to hold your hand."

"And what makes you think you deserve that?" Despite being on his knees, Aemond clearly holds all the power. Elayna arches an eyebrow. Her attempt at imperiousness falls flat with how flustered she clearly is.

"I clearly did enough to deserve your mouth. I don't see why I should do more just to hold your ha-"

A loud, wet smack sounds. You jump at it, placing both your hands over your chest. Elayna nearly comes up off the table. Aemond slowly stands up. The two of them stare at each other.

"I will not tolerate insolence tonight." Aemond murmurs. His hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles going white. You find yourself breathing as hard as Elayna is. It almost feels as if your breathes are in sync with hers.

"I'm sorry, My King." Elayna pushes towards him.

"Yes, you tend to be sorry when I smack your greedy cunt."

You barely stop your jaw from falling to the floor. You wouldn't have expected Aemond to talk like that. Certainly, you didn't expect for him to sound so confident and domineering. Your pulse races throughout your entire body like wildfire. Carefully, you inch closer.

"I truly did not mean to be a brat, My King." Elayna looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes. Aemond snorts derisively.

"And yet you were."

Despite his cold tone, you can see Aemond move to unlace his britches. Elayna lets her gaze drop to the movement of his hands. She swallows.

"Do you think you deserve this cock?" Aemond's whole arm moves now, a slow steady motion. It sets your whole body ablaze and your brain spinning. Elayna nods fervently. "Beg for it, then."

"Please, my King. I want it." Elayna bats her eyelashes. She tries to place her calves around Aemond's waist. Aemond takes hold of both her calves and pushes them up and back towards her.

"You said you weren't going to be a brat." His voice is iron and steel. Desire pools in your stomach. Without realize it, you palm one of your breasts over your shift. The other drops down slowly.

" 'm sorry!" Elayna nearly whines. To see the normally proud Elayna reduced to this state makes you pulse around nothing. Aemond makes a sound as if he doesn't believe her. "Please. Please my King. I want your cock, need your cock."

Elayna’s begging goes straight to your head. You move your hand further down so you can press the heel of your palm against your public bone. You nearly paw at your own breast.

The more you listen, the wetter you get. You don't even register what you're doing until your hand has dipped beneath your skirts and small clothes.

"I'm not sure you deserve it." Aemond murmurs. Elayna outright whines.

“I do! I've been good!”

You circle your clit. Fuck. You know you shouldn't be doing this, but you can't help it. Your breath catches in your throat at the same time Elayna’s does. You see Aemond take hold of both of Elayna’s thighs and press them towards her body. For a second, it looks as if he might push her fully down onto the table. He doesn't. Instead, much to your surprise, Elayna’s ankles end up braced on his shoulders.

Pure lust races through your body. You slip one finger inside of you. You watch with baited breath. Aemond and Elayna moan and sigh at the same time. Elayna's hands wrap themselves around the back of Aemond's neck.

For a minute, all you can see is them. Aemond thrusts into Elayna. At first, it seems controlled. Eventually he loses his composure. His hair almost bounces with each movement of his hips. Elayna's thigh jiggle with each smack of Aemond's hips. Her fingers go from just resting on the nape of his neck to clawing his back. They're both still fully clothed, so all she manages to do is wrinkle his shirt.

The table squeaks with each harsh thrust. Elayna openly moans. You try to keep rhythm with Aemond, to use the sound of the table to keep time, but it's difficult. Eventually, you give up and keep your own pace with your fingers. You can tell they're whispering to each other, but you can't make out what they're saying. You don't think you could even if your blood wasn't pounding in your ears.

Elayna's punched out moans and Aemond's grunts make you wetter and wetter. It sounds like a perfect harmony. You try to curl your fingers just right. You have to slide down the door some in order to get a better angle. You look through the gap in the door again to see what exactly they're doing to each other.

Over Aemond's shoulder, you notice. Your blood goes from boiling to freezing with a matter of seconds. Elayna is looking at you.

She sees you.

Her kiss-bruised lips curl into a predatory expression. Your eyes widen in fear. Quickly, you pull your fingers out of yourself. The squelch is embarrassing, adding even more humiliation to the moment. You begin to stumble away, trying not to knock into anything as you walk backwards. Your pulse now thunders with fear. When you look up, you see Elayna's lips by Aemond's ear.

Your embarrassment and shame burn hot. Without a second thought, you flee.

#Persephone writes #Aemond Targaryen x reader #OFC x reader #Aemond Targaryen x reader x OFC #Elaemond #Tyland Lannister x OFC #NSFT

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