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Want You Dead III

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader | Part 1 2 3

Summary: Sure, you're not together but the Targaryen prince doesn't care... neither of them do.

Word Count: 11k+

Warnings: mentions of assault/rape, mentions of failed pregnancy/misarrange, themes of infidelity, depictions of violence, pining, fluff, slow burn, typos, etc.

A/N: considering the fact that I royally messed up the timeline, lets just pretend that rhaenyra's kids are now old enough to tussle with alicient's kids ok??? and that daemon's kids can do what they do in this fic considering the timeline HAHSHAHHAHA also yall might not like where I'm steering this fic but stay mad AHAHAHAHAH I was unsure about adding the ending I did, so if you like it, be grateful that the wheel of fortune told me to IM SO GLAD I FINISHED WITH 3 CHAPTERS IM FREE IM FREE

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"Good morn, your majesties," I greet, stepping aside as the young silver haired siblings pass me alongside their servants in the hallway. Aegon turns to me, smirking as he spoke in High Valyrian, "good morn, my lady."

Helaena nods in my direction, offering a shy smile, which I return.

Aemond spares me no look and no regard however.

After they pass, I gather my skirt and prepare to walk off. Just as I do, there is a pattering of footsteps coming towards me. I halt when I feel someone tug at my skirt. I look back and see it is princess Helaena, eyes looking up at me frantically.

I knit my brows at her, eyes darting from the group of people who halted in the middle of the hall, back to her, "my dear princess? What can I help you with?"

She raises her hands out in front of me. I turn to them and wordlessly take them into mine. Helaena whispers, "eye will be lost."

I knit my brows, "you will be lost?"

"Eye will be lost," she repeats.

"I will be lost?"

"He will come for you," she adds, gripping my hands tighter.

I shake my head at her words, "who will come for me, my dear?"

"The prince," she retorts, breaking away from me and running back to the others before I could question her further. I watch as Helaena joins the servants. I also do not miss the fact that Aemond's stare promptly breaks away when my eyes flicker to him.

At this point, I begin to make my way back to where I was meant o go in the first place. It seems I caught them right in time.

"My lady wife," the brown haired man smiles the moment he steps out of the meeting room, rushing over to me to place a kiss on my cheeks.

I cannot withhold the chuckle of amusement from the fawning acts of my husband that did not fade even after two years since we've wed.

I catch sight of Princess Rhaenyra who exited the room. I smile and curtsy to her before she walks off. I turn to Lord Greystoke and raise my brows, "now that I'm here, what is it that you wanted me to do?"

Aiden grins, pulling my arm into his as he leads me off, "I have talking to our kind princess about you-"

"Of course you have."

"-and upon hearing of our difficulties to conceive-"

"My difficulti-"

"Ours-" Aiden corrects, halting, making me turn to him, "your difficulties are mine, your worries our mine; I swore it on the day we were wed."

I look at his glimmering blue eyes as he tucks hair behind my ear and leads us off again, "well, the princess has instructed that you stay here and take medication that will aid you to bare children."

I sigh, shaking my head, "you fundamentally wish to trap me here in King's Landing?"

"No, you will only stay here in days I will as well," he calls, halting again, "I am your husband who has a seat in the table of the king."

"Aiden," I mutter as he leads me to the side where he leans against a column. He gives me his puppy dog pout.

"You know that is not what concerns me about staying here."

He sighs, placing his hands on my cheeks, "I know all that concerns my lady wife."

I watch as his expression fades into a tense look. His hands brush down from my neck and arms then land on the sides of my belly, "but I know as well your desires to be with child, sweet girl."

I feel my stomach roll at the pet name yet I cannot help but frown as he does so.

"I swear to you on my life, that if he comes back, I will be the first to know and you will not even hear a word of it for I will have you back in our home," Aiden says, standing up straight.

"My dear, there is no way you can guarantee this."

"And yet I will if you agree to see the maesters," he pouts, pulling me close to him, "please, my love," he mutters, hands snaking around my back, "you know I have my ways of finding out things."

I chuckle, "hmm, like how you knew that the last slice of pie was mine and yet you still ate it."

He chuckles, leaning down to the crook of my neck, "it was tasty," he presses a kiss on my skin, "but not as sweet as you."

I moan when his lips continue to work on the are. And not because I wanted to, I push him away, making him grunt softly. I give him a look, "Abigail would drop dead if she caught us."

"Yet I do not see your handmaiden anywhere," he shrugs, "we are husband and wife," he pushes my hair back, smiling at the wetness he left on my shoulder, "let them see."

I give him a look and he only returns it with a cheeky grin.

Aiden steps forward once, and grabs my hand, bringing it to his chest, "what say you, my heart?"

I crumble under his soft gaze and shake my head, "fine, but I hold you to your promise of-"

"I swear on my life!" he calls loudly, making me cringe, "I swear on our unborn children and the very air that I breathe that I will-"

"Silence," I pull him by his ear.

He laughs but then yelps.

And so, after an month of drinking teas, puking teas, then drinking some more, my husband and I got to work in the bedroom from dusk until darkness took over the skies. And as much as Aiden made me forget about how vile the tea I drank was, I was now remembering its effects on this particular night. I could taste it rising up my throat while we tried to sleep.

Aiden catches my arm before I can crawl out of bed.

His eyes barely open and his voice is groggy as he asks, "what is it?"

I chuckle at his disheveled expression, yet I smile at the fact that although he is half-awake, half covered in darkness and moonlight, he was still as pretty as he always was.

"I feel the tea rising again," I mutter, leaning into him, pressing a kiss on his jaw, "I'm going out for a walk."

He groans, trying to will his eyes open, "I'll-"

"Shh," I push him down gently and chuckle, "sleep, husband, you have an early day tomorrow."

Aiden is restless, "but I cannot-"

"I will be quick about it, I promise."

His eyes are already closed but he frowns, "I cannot sleep without you."

I chuckle and brush his dark hair as he falls on the bed and cuddles a pillow, "I will be quick, my love." An involuntary burp reminds me why I was awake in the first place, "I really just need to walk around first."

He hums in defeat, "be quick, I beg of you."

After giving Aiden's cheek one last kiss, I grab a thick robe and slippers, heading promptly out of our chambers.

I head to what I found to be the quietest side of the palace. It was by a dead end in the gardens where a bench was. The spot gave you the opportunity to gaze upon the flora all around.

To my surprise, there is a hooded boy sitting there. I smile to myself, knowing it was Aemond.

"My prince," I call before getting too close in case I spook him.

True enough, he jolts from his seat and looks up at me. It's too dark for me to clearly see his features, especially from under his hood.

He looks back down to his lap then fiddles with his hands as I sit down next to him.

"How did you know it was me?" Aemond asks quietly.

I turn to him, slightly alarmed by his out of character jitters. Though he and I had not spoken since I got married, I still knew it was unlike him to act this way around me.

"You're the only other person that I know who likes to lounge here," I retort, "albeit, admittedly, I did not expect you to come back here, when we have no not conversed in so long."

"Why are you awake?" he asks quietly, though he clearly sounded concerned.

"I took a vile tasting tea," I sigh, "and now I cannot sleep."

He turns to me, "are you si-"

"What happened to your eye?!"

Aemond freezes, hand darting up to his face. Tears immediately flood his uncovered eye and he turns and rushes away.

"Wait, Aemond!" I call standing before he could rush any further, "I apologize- I did not mean to offend you. I was just shocked."

Aemond stills, back turned from me, hands clenching tightly into fists. I walk over to him and mutter softly, "please do not leave on my account. If you do not want me around, I'll be the one to lea-"

"NO!" he shouts, turning back to me, one cheek stained with tears.

I look at his frightened expression and feel my heart hurt. I raise my hand up to him, "may I-"

But he cuts me off by pulling me into a tight hug. I tense against him, not expecting the embrace, but eventually, I lean into his touch and even bend down to better hold him.

His hood slips off his head. I brush his hair with my fingers and hush him as he sobs into my robe.

"My poor boy," I mutter, "it must hurt so much."

Upon hearing my words, Aemon falls silent, as if it halts his sobs. He pulls away from me, as if only realizing that he was in my arms, "I- I'm sorry I jumped into you."

I shake my head, "it's alright. It felt like you needed it."

"But I didn't get your permission."

"It's alright, Aemond," I offer a smile, "I know you would not try to hurt me."

He turns his gaze to his feet and shakes his head, "I... I'm not upset about my eye."

I knit my brows.

"It's inconsequential to what I got in return," he says with a serious tone.

"And what did you get in return, my prince?"

"A dragon."

I raise my brows.

"Vhagar."

My eyes widen.

Hearing the name makes me do a double take. I step back and shake my head, yet I am unable to ask him the questions I had in mind.

"I will make her submit to me soon," Aemond mutters, slowly walking to me, "and then I will introduce you to my mount just as I promised you before."

"Aemond," I speak slowly, "who was her rider before?"

He looks up at me, as if unwilling to tell me.

"Is it not Princess Laena?" I give him a look, "what did you do to her?"

Aemond shakes his head, hurt at the insinuation of my words, "I did nothing but claim her dragon."

I release a sigh but then freeze when I hear him continue, "she died because she could not give birth."

A hand darts up to my lips. I feel my insides churn and I fight back a gag. I fight it down and heave heavily. Aemond gives me a concerned look and speaks softly, "my lady."

I choke down what was attempting to rise from my throat and release a sigh, "apologies. Just... the tea I've been drinking is not going down well."

"You have suffered greatly just to fall with child," Aemond says.

I fight back a burp as I place my hand on my belly.

He takes in my expression and knits his brows, "must you go through this? Do you truly love your lord husband so much that you wish to suffer to bear his seed?"

I close my eyes when I break into a laugh, "this is the truth of womanhood, your grace," I pull my lips into a smile. I turn to him and shake my head at his worried look. I raise a hand to him, "may I?"

He eagerly nods and I place a hand on his cheek. I barely ghost my thumb on his wounded skin. He closes his eyes as he leans against me.

"Do you want to know the truth, Aemond?"

He peels his eyes open and silently looks at me.

"I don't like it when my body listens to me," I mutter, "and as much as I would love to have a child, at this point," I take a moment before continuing, "I want to prove something to myself... that my body is just an extension of my mind," I pull my hand away, "and that I can do what I put my mind onto."

"You have nothing to prove," Aemond mutters.

I purse my lips into a smile, but then an uninvited memory of another prince speaking those same words linger in my head.

"If I may," he says, eyes turning down to my hand.

I chuckle, but regret it when I feel my stomach uncomfortably bubble because of it. I raise my hand and he takes it with both of his, turning up to me with his one violet eye.

I pout at the sight of him as he mutters, "I would not make my wife suffer to bear my children."

I cannot help but chuckle, and my stomach churns again in protest. I place my freer hand to my lips to hold back my uncomfortable grunts. I force a smile through it, "your future bride would be lucky."

All at once, I let out another gag. It's pretty bad that I pull out of Aemond's grip to slap both hands on my lips.

He speaks out my name.

I heave.

"As your prince, I command you to cease drinking this destructive tea."

I snort, "and here I thought you wouldn't abuse your power like that."

"It's a prince' duty to care for their subjects and I-"

"My love," I cut him short, giving him a soft expression, "I swear to you this will pass eventually." I release a groan as I attempt to lighten the mood, "it has to, since my prince demands it so."

His face tenses.

"I promise you, Aemond, you will be the first I will tell when a joyous occasion replaces my sorrow."

He scoffs, "even before your stupid husband?"

I don't respond as I gag again, this time, a sour taste is left on my tongue.

Aemond speaks my name and it is echoed by a voice much louder and concerned than he.

I press my hand tightly against my lips as I rush over to a bush. I feel goosebumps ride around me I lean over the plant.

"My love, are you alright?" Aiden comes up beside me and I immediately grab his arm. He gathers me up against him and pulls my hair back as I let out another gagging sound.

Aemond clenches his jaw tightly upon seeing Aiden.

With one more wretch, I consequently throw up all over the leaves and feel a mix of relief and discomfort as I do so.

Aiden, who had my hair bunched up on one hand, places a kiss on my nape. His other hand on my arm rubs the area in a soothing manner.

Aemond turns away.

"I knew something was wrong when you did not come back to bed."

I chuckle, wiping my lips on my sleeve, "tis not because of my hurling, husband," I turn to Aiden and his tired eyes, "but because of my concern for the prince."

Aiden knits his brows, turning around, spotting the boy, "oh," he bows, "prince Aemond. I had not noticed you there."

Aemond scoffs, not turning to him.

I sigh, "you are out of your wits, Aiden, go back to bed."

"No," he shakes his head, "I will not sleep if you do not come back with me."

"I will come back once I've made sure Aemond is-"

"No!" Aemond blurts, making both of us turn to him. He stiffens under our gaze, hiding his face deeper into the hood he put back on, "I'm quite alright, my lady. You should get a good night's rest."

"But you have not yet told me why you-"

"I'm quite alright now!" he says in the most unconvincing of tones, "I was only sad because... we have not spoken since you've gotten married," he points a finger, "to him."

I turn to Aiden, finding not only is he unfazed, but he was half asleep.

I take in his expression and think to inquire why he avoided speaking to me in the first place. I decide not to do so however, in mercy of sleepy Aiden. "Well," I start, "I do hope that you no longer treat me like a stranger after tonight."

I do not miss the longing expression in his eye.

"We will retire then, prince Aemond," I nod, snaking my arm around Aiden's torso and leading him off. He snaps awake at this, only to lean against me and kiss my cheek, "finally."

Aiden runs up in front of me, stretching his arms out, blocking my path, as if in protest.

I tilt my head and scrunch my face, "do you have a problem, husband?"

He swallows a thick lump in his throat then heaves, "there is a problem with you waking down this particular hallway."

I narrow my eyes at him, "it's been a month since I lost our babe, 5 since the one before, and 2 fucking years since I've been living in this wretched place, taking the pregnancy wretched tea, and you will not allow me to-"

"It's nothing of the sort, love," Aiden whines, taking my face in his hands, making me look up at him with angry eyes, "it is simply that I do not wish for you to see what lies beyond the hall."

I roll my eyes, "and what brutal injury occurred in the training grounds today that you do not want me to go to the ward?"

I shoo him away, making him whine, "it's not the ward! It's-"

There is a loud screeching sound that cuts him off. A strong gust of wind blows down from above. I do not hesitate and move away from him, lifting my eyes up. I feel my chest tighten at the unmistakable beauty of Caraxes flying overhead.

"Fuck," Aiden mutters, grabbing me by my arms, "I was going to say there was a family emergency and take you h-"

I turn to him, silencing him, suddenly realizing what comes with that dragon.

Aiden speaks my name in concern.

"Get me away from here," I shake my head.

Aiden only nods as another screech rings in the air.

In our haste, we do manage to get our things and head for the stables, but it is precisely because of this as well that I knock into a child I did not see with my thick hand muff and pillow in my arms. I would have left it, but I find myself unable to sleep without it ever since acquiring it when I first got pregnant.

I gasp, "my apologies, I-"

"It's alright," the girl speaks softly, promptly getting to her feet. The child turns to me, and yet I do not see her soft expression, only the burning red necklace dangling on her tiny chest.

My jaw slacks.

She blinks up at me, then straightens up, as if realizing why I was gawking, "I am Princess Rhaena, my lady, daughter to Princess Laena and Prince Daemon."

I force a smile as Aiden looks between the girl and I, "I am Lord Greystoke and this is my wife, Lady Rubin, my princess. I do apologize again on behalf of my wife, but we are in a hurry to return-"

"If I may," I ask, bending down, with my muff and pillow still in hand, "you have a very pretty necklace," I smile, finally turning from the said piece of jewelry to the girl's face, "where did you get that?"

Aiden's eyes widen when he sees the crest on the ruby.

Young Rhaena turns to the object around her neck and touches it, "I got it from my father's box," she turns back to me, "it was my mothers."

I release a shudder. I grip my pillow tightly and release a breath to calm myself, lest my voice betray me, "did he say that?"

She shakes her head in disagreement, "but I saw him say it was his wife's."

Aiden's eye twitches.

I release a shaky chuckle, "did he now?"

Aiden snaps out of his angry trance, "darling, we should go-"

"Did you ever notice the drawings on the ruby, princess?"

Rhaena knits her brows and picks up the stone, turning to it. When she turns back to me, my eyes are already too blurred with tears that I simply decide to stand and wipe my tears away. I turn back to her and fake a smile, "do you know what it is?"

"Do you know what it is?" the girl innocently repeats, making me want to rip my hair out of my head.

I will my tears back, "I do. I know it well."

"What is it?"

I open my mouth but find I am unable to speak. I shudder, "I beg your pardon. I'd tell you more about it but my husband and I have to-"

We all turn over to whom spoke my name in distress. I release another shudder at the sight of the silver hair.

I do however offer her a smile, "Princess Helaena."

"You're leaving?" she speaks, voice hurt.

At the same moment, a man walks over, making everyone turn to him, as he halts at the sight before him. Rhaena turns to the man and walks over, wrapping her arms around his leg. Daemon places a hand on his daughters head, but his eyes are fixed on mine.

I turn back to Helaena as she carefully takes a few steps over, "you promised that you would look at my spider collection after supper."

My heart breaks at the fact I had forgotten this in my haste.

"I'm not leaving," I decide, making Aiden shift uncomfortably, "I was only helping my husband pack our things for we need to return home promptly after."

"Oh," Helaena says, immediately believing me, "in that case, would you like to see the butterflies I caught?"

I release a huff, "of course, my love."

The princess grins, promptly running over, "let me help you."

I smile back at her and hand her my pillow once she is near. She hugs it tightly, "it's so soft."

"Yes," I say, walking off, "my husband bought it for me when I was pregnant."

Daemon view is hindered by Aiden's dark look. The latter quickly follows after us as we make our way to our carriage.

Later that night, I was in the dining hall, seated with the other lords that were part of the kings council as well as the ladies they were married to.

Save for the fact I could feel Daemon burning me with his gaze and the fact I continuously scolded my husband for even looking his way, the night was uneventful.

That was until Aemond came up to me with an outstretched palm.

"Might I invite Lady Rubin to a dance?" he calls.

Aiden, who had been shooting daggers at Daemon turns to Aemond with a much softer look, feeling no threat at all from the younger prince.

I look up at him and smile, "of course."

Aemond promptly leads me in a dance.

Daemon watches from his seat intently.

Aiden watches Daemon watching me.

"Tis only now that I realized you never took your husband's last name," Aemond speaks as glides me around the room.

Once he spins me around and pulls me back closer, I release a giggle, "tis only now I realized you're nearly taller than me."

He clears his throat, averting his eye, baring his eyepatch at me. I release a soft chuckle.

We move across the floor in sync, hands brushing against each other's.

"It is to keep my house alive," I mutter once we move back close, "we decided our sons would take his name and our daughters would take mine."

Aemond pulls me against his chest.

I giggle again upon catching the way he rolls his eye.

We stalk around each other, "admirable, is it not?"

"Mm," he hums, "as admirable as it is to do what is only expected of you."

I shake my head at his words. He pushes me in sync to the beat of the music then pulls me back to spin me once more. When my back is pressed flush on his chest, I mutter, "you make my husband to be such a villain, my love."

I hear Aemond's breath hitch before he sharply seethes, "he is."

I tilt my head, deciding not to continue with the choreography so I could face the young prince. The moment I turn back to him, the amusement of my lips pull down at his grave expression. I grip his shoulders and pout my lips, "pray tell, what did my awful Lord Greystoke ever do to you, prince Aemond?"

I was shocked by how quickly he responded.

"He married you before I could come of age."

There was no hint of humor in his voice, and because of this, I pull my hands away and let out an awkward chuckle.

"I thought I was so obvious about it, Lady Rubin," he mutters in High Valyrian.

I shake my head, "you think I would perceive the sweetness of a child as romantic advances?"

He clenches his jaw, "I am not a child anymore."

With that, he pulls away and bows before walking off to wherever he meant to go. I watch as his back fades into the distance.

Before I could even release a sigh, my breath is caught in my throat at the sight before me.

It's Daemon standing before me with a hard expression. In front of him is his tiny daughter, looking up at me with wide glassy eyes.

My heart hurts at the sad expression the girl had.

All at once, I feel Aiden's protective presence surround me as his familiar voice spits, "can I help you?"

Daemon's eyes do not leave me, even as I bend down to the level of Rhaena. I notice immediately that my necklace is no longer on her neck, "where did your pretty necklace go?"

Her lips quiver as she raises the said piece of jewelry by my face, "my father said this was yours."

I clench my jaw at the sound of her distressed small voice.

"I thought it was my mother's but I was mistaken," she mutters, "I apologize for the distress I may have caused you, my lady."

She hands me the necklace and I frown deeply, "you did not distress me at all, my love," I take the object from her and sigh, "can I give you a hug?"

Rhaena nods and I fall to my knees to give the child an embrace. I lightly brush her hair and feel anger bustle inside me at the sight of her ass-of-a-father's trousers, "did your father reprimand you because of this?" I pull away from her, "is that why you're sullen?"

She shakes her head, "he told me that necklace was the last thing you got from your mother, and that she's also dead like mine, and that made me really sad."

I hear Aiden scoff.

I frown at the tears threatening to spill from here eyes. I wipe the tears that do stream her cheeks, "thank you for returning my necklace, princess."

She nods her head, "you're welcome."

I brush her hair back, "in return, I will commission a finer necklace fit for a princess as sweet and as radiant as you."

Her eyes widen in interest.

I smile, taking her little hands, "what color would most please you, my love?"

She hesitates and I am honestly impressed by how she withholds the eagerness that was brimming on her face.

My smile drops when I hear Daemon's urging voice, "tell her your favorite color, my love."

Rhaena turns to her father, breaking away from me to lean against his legs. I clench my jaw as she mutters something to him.

I stand as Daemon speaks, "don't tell me, tell Lady Rubin."

Once I am on my feet, Aiden secures a hand around my waist and presses a kiss on my shoulder. It does not help me relax, especially not after Daemon turns to us.

Rhaena turns back to me, soft voice barely audible as she says, "violet."

"A fine choice," Aiden answers, "I will see to it myself that we acquire the best violet gem in the kingdom for you, Princess Rhaena."

Rhaena offers a soft smile, hiding further against her father's side.

"Rhaena, do not cower, you have the might of the dragon within you," Daemon scolds, eyes lifting up to me, "just as our lady once did."

Aiden does not hesitate and nearly lunges at Daemon.

"Enough," I find myself speaking in High Valyrian as I snatch my husband's arm. Aiden turns to me as I repeat myself, "enough. I've entertained the royal enough for one night."

Aiden takes my hand, "I agree."

Before he could lead me back to our seat on the table, I pull away from him, "I need some fresh air."

"I'll accom-"

"No," I dismiss, "you have yet to speak to Lord what's-his-face and he might arrive the moment we step out of the room."

"But-"

One sharp look is enough to silence Aiden. He releases a breath and presses a kiss on my cheek, "I shall act swiftly, my wife."

"Good. I want to go home."

I make my way outside the hall and find myself heading to the sanctity of the gardens.

I sit on the lonely bench that was now bathing in moonlight and release a sigh once I realize that my feet were killing me. I close my eyes and lean on the backrest. I slowly I feel myself relax.

It doesn't take long for me to feel a presence near me but I think it would either by Aemond or Aiden anyway, so I decide not to react to it.

You can imagine how bad that decision was once I heard the voice of the man, who in all audacity, still chose to sit next to me.

"No one else must know of this place considering you did not even flinch when I walked over."

"Did you ever think perhaps I was ignoring you?"

He chuckles, "you could not ignore me."

I scoff as I turn to look at Daemon.

"Just as I could never ignore you," he mutters so softly that his lips barely move.

The sight of his darkened face under the light of the night sky enraged me.

"Oh," I scoff again, "that must be why you did not speak to me for fucking years!"

"I did not-"

I storm off before he could continue. I immediately jolt and attack him when he touches me. I twist out of him grip on my arm. After, I pull my skirt up and kick him in the gut. He lets out a pained sound as he loses his breath and bends over. I take this as an opportunity to tackle him and shove him to the ground.

Though my attire does prove to be annoying, it does not make my knee on his stomach hurt any less, nor do I find it hard to press my arm on his neck.

"You forget yourself, Targaryen scum."

He chokes, unsure of whether or not he should relieve the pressure on his belly or on his throat.

"I thought you were serious!" he manages out strangled cry.

"SERIOUS ABOUT WHAT?" I growl

"About that - fucker -"

I release him after he turns purple.

Daemon catches his breath with pure and heavy desperation. I feel no sympathy for him when he begins to rattle out into a cough. I stand and look down at him one last time before turning away.

"Wait!" he heaves.

I do no such thing.

"Rhaenyra told me you were distraught."

Despite my better judgement, I still at those words. I hear him suck in sharply and stand to his feet, "I... I did not realize you didn't mean to marry that troll."

"And what does it matter!" I quip, turning to him with rage, "I married Aiden anyway-"

"Begrudgedly," he catches his breath, "after two years, to spite me-"

A loud crack sounds after I slap him across his face.

Daemon does not turn back to me, taking in the sting of my attack.

"You allowed your daughter to behold your twisted sentiments of me as you cried to my necklace," I whisper breathily as my pulse quickens. My eyes were so glazed with tears that by the time he turns to me, my face was wet with saltwater.

"You had a wife who gave you two children and died trying to birth the third."

He speaks my name and it nearly makes me wretch.

"You disgust me, Targaryen scum" I speak, stepping back, bringing my hands up to my mouth, "truly there is nothing on earth worse than you."

He speaks my name again and I swear I begin to feel bile rise up my throat.

"Did you even love her?"

"I did," he speaks too quickly, "but I never stopped loving you."

I cannot withhold the vomit that gushes up my mouth. I barely have the chance to turn away from him as I release all the food and drinks I had just moments ago. My hands fall to my knees as I feel the painful tinge of sourness escape even through my nostrils.

And though Daemon calls out to me again, he does not touch me.

I spit the bitterness in my mouth as I hear a separate voice seethe, "you should know better than anyone she does not like to be touched without consent.

I turn over, seeing Aemond with a withdrawn sword, "uncle."

Daemon clenches his jaw as he stares down his nephew, "it must then sting to know her husband gets to do so."

There is a thick silence that follows

"When did you get here, Aemond?" I whine as I stand, wiping my mouth on my sleeve.

"Apparently a moment too late," he says, eye not turning from his opponent.

I sigh, pushing his arm down, "enough."

Aemond quickly turns to me with a wide eye. He places a hand on my cheek, making me flinch away. He opens his mouth but I speak before he does, "can you walk me back to my chambers?"

Aemond sheathes his sword as I continue, "I do not think I can walk there myself."

"How could you when you've been drinking while you're with child?" Daemon blurts.

Aemond and I turn to him.

My stare lingers on Daemon longer as Aemond turns down to my belly.

The Targaryen scum lifts his head, "you did not know." He chuckles out a scoff, "what do you expect from a cunt who cannot take care of his-"

"I vomited because of my repulse of you," I spit with venom.

Daemon is unaffected, "Caraxes was restless when he saw you mid flight. My dragon's sense is never wrong, nor is mine."

"Enough of this," Aemond cuts in, "we shall go to the maesters at once-"

"We will not," I snap at Aemond, "do not trust the empty words of this old fool, Aemond."

"None of the words I've spoken to you were ever empty."

I roll my eyes and raise a hand to the younger prince, "let's go."

Aemond does not miss a beat and quickly comes to my side, accompanying me with an arm around me as we walk away.

That night, I told Aiden everything. He practically turned red with anger and he insisted we leave first thing tomorrow and simply check with a maester in our estate to test the validity of his words. And as much as I did want to leave, I felt disinclined to do so because of how badly I felt.

I told him I'd rather stay in King's Landing until I felt well enough to travel. Aiden agreed to do just that, and did not miss to tell me he was willing to whisk me away if I ever changed my mind.

"It took you long enough," Daemon spoke the moment we walked in the ward.

Aiden, who was holding my hand, tenses against me upon seeing the man.

Daemon smirks, raising a cup from the bed he was lying on, "calm down, boy, I'm here because of my hangover."

Aiden was about to burst into a fit, but the maester's arrival shut him up to my relief.

"My lord and lady," the maester greets, "I have the tea prepared for you-"

"Actually," I blurt, raising a hand, "I would like to test to see if I am with child."

The maester's face lights up. Daemon laughs from where he lay.

Aiden clenches his jaw at the sound while the maester asks, "I'll promptly get some barely seeds and-"

"Come to Caraxes instead to see for yourself," Daemon speaks.

The maester turns to the prince as he continues in High Valyrian, "it's a waste of time to piss on barley."

Aiden, though he was the only one in the room that did not speak the language, retorts stiffly as if in response to it, "we do not need your recommendations, oh prince."

"If I may," the maester speaks, "dragons have been known to sense the pregnancies of their riders or their wives."

Aiden begins to laugh, "but she's not his wife," he places his arm around my shoulder, "and I would not risk her getting injured by a dragon that does not understand boundaries."

I turn to Aiden just as the maester says he will prepare the seeds for us.

It took three days for it to be conclusive, but yes, I was indeed pregnant. And like I told the young prince Aemond, he was the first person I was going to tell, even before Aiden, since he was sent to do war duties in the north. I told him not to go, since he would be joining a pathetic cause that could have been avoided had his house's unfortunate ally kept his dick in his pants. Still, duty was duty and Aiden had to answer to the call.

I was making my way to the dragon pit, as I was told the prince was there with his dragon. The moment I reach the area though, it is clear to me the servants mistook the prince I was looking for with his scumbag uncle.

Caraxes screeches at the sight of me, pushing past his master who was taken aback by his sudden actions.

For some reason, I felt no fear, no anxiousness, as the dragon strode over as he whined. I instinctively raise my hands to him and await contact. I close my eyes when I feel his warm snout against my palms. Caraxes pushes closer, and in all his strength, I find myself toppling backward. Yet I do not land on the ground, instead I land into a firm body.

"Caraxes, pull back!" Daemon commands, instantly making his dragon do just as he asked. I realize I have my arms locked in Daemon's when I turn over my shoulder as watch him continue in High Valyrian, "calm yourself."

Once Caraxes is a few feet away, whining in protest though he obeys his rider, Daemon finally turns down to me, hands coming up to my sides as he gently nudges me to my feet.

I push him off the same way he put me on my feet. I look at him for a moment and Caraxes huffs warmly. The wisps of the prince' silver hair fall back into place after the gust of dragon breath.

"I will not apologize for preventing you from falling," Daemon says.

"I was not expecting an apology from a Targaryen scum."

Before Daemon could retort, Caraxes does his clicking noise and reaches back to me, huffing again as he rested his head near me.

I rip my gaze away from the Targaryen scum and sigh as his giant pet pushes nearer, giving me no choice but to touch him. Caraxes rumbles in appreciation.

For some reason, the dragon's sentiments and bellows elicits an emotion that draws tears to my eyes. There was a certain air in the room; it was thick and heavy. It was as though I could see the longing stringing over to me and it crushes my heart.

"I've missed you too, sweet dragon." I mutter in the dragon's language.

Just as I place my hand on the side of his face, Daemon does too and my eyes quickly dart over to him.

It took one look for me to remember how he and Caraxes where tightly bonded. I turn and pull away from the dragon. Without another word, I head out the pit.

The two are in sync in their cries of protest.

As Caraxes whines, Daemon calls out, "wait!"

I do no such thing.

"You came here to see how Caraxes knows you're with child, correct?"

I do not respond to him, but I do turn over my shoulder when I hear the sound of an unsheathing sword. I don't even have the time to react to Daemon charging towards me with a blade in hand.

Before he could come anywhere near me though, he was roughly thrown to the other side of the room by Caraxes' hard head. The dragon did not even weaken his attack, apparent by how quickly Daemon shoots across. He crashes against the wall with a loud crack, his sword nearly hitting him on the face, and before I could realize what I was doing, I was already beside him.

His head, as I feared, landed roughly against the stone wall, blood was now gushing down his temple.

"You fucking idiot!" I growl dropping to my knees. I grab him by the arms and roll him on his back, making him grunt. I whine at the sight of his dirty face, "this proves nothing but the fact your mount is as psychotic as you are."

Daemon looks up to with pained, glassy eyes, yet his lips faintly curve upward, "this proves," he grabs my hand that was hovering by his chest, "everything."

I rip away from him and turn over to Caraxes, "what's the point in protecting someone who is not even carrying his rider's unborn child?!"

"I matters because I would die for you," Daemon mutters, making me turn to him and stand, "Caraxes is an extension of my will."

I shake my head, laughing out pathetically.

"Dracarys."

Daemon's face falls.

I turn to Caraxes, "Dracarys, you mother fucker!"

Caraxes whines and shakes his head.

"Dracarys, dracarys-" "What the fuck are you doing!?" he quips angrily, suddenly standing beside me, gripping me by my arms.

I wrangle out of his grip and heave, tears forming in my eyes as I take in his perturbed expression.

"Are you mocking the way my wife died?"

I turn to him with a look of horror.

He scoffs, "your beloved prince did not mention that she perished by Vhagar's flames? Only how he bravely stole what would have been my daughter's dragon."

I place a hand on my lips, gagging at the thought.

Daemon releases a dry chuckle, "you have a gift for choosing the best men to piss me off."

"You fucking pig!" I yell, seething in rage, "you cannot chose to protect me and spit on my bones." I turn and point an accusing finger at Caraxes, "you truly are master and servant, since you are lukewarm," I begin to rant in High Valyrian, "you shield me from attacks and yet you will not listen to my words!"

"What?!" Daemon demands, stepping forward, "what insult have you left at the back of your throat that I have not yet listened to?"

I rip out a scream when I turn back to him, "I WISHED IT WAS YOU, DAEMON!"

Caraxes roars.

Daemon is frozen as I march over to him. I grab him by the collar, "I despise myself for falling into his arms, wondering how different it would have been if it were you."

Daemon's bloody head begins to wobble as I shake him in frustration while I continue my rant, "I look into his eyes while wondering if you ever looked at her the same way."

When Daemon moves to touch me, I shove him away.

He calls my name, and it is echoed across the other side of the room. I turn and see Aemond rushing over to me.

All at once, the young prince is by my side, glaring at his uncle, "what is the meaning of this?"

Aemond places a hand on his hilt, but is halted by the sound of Caraxes screeches. In lieu of actions, he instead insults, "you must have banged your overinflated head so hard you've forgotten you have no place with her."

"You overestimate yourself, boy," Daemon mutters, bloody face making his dark expression even grimmer, "you are already one eye short, and yet you think you could take me?"

"That's enough!" I erupt, going in between them. I give Daemon one last look before turning to Aemond, "I was looking for you anyway."

Aemond's eye darts to me, brows barely knitting.

"I am with child," I mutter, forcing a smile on my face.

His face is stoic.

I sigh in defeat, "I promised I would tell you first once I knew."

"Mm," he mutters, "though the news is against me, I am happy to know you have not forgotten your words."

Daemon scoffs where I chuckle.

"May I request you accompany back to my chambers, my prince?" I raise a hand to Aemond.

"It would be my absolute delight," Aemond says, not even looking at me when he says this, as his violet eye is fixed on his uncle's.

He takes my hand and leads me off, pulling me close to him.

"Did he hurt you?" he inquires in full concern.

I grunt, "don't worry, it was I that hurt him."

"I heard you were having morning sickness."

I tear my tired eyes open and see Daemon's worried and wounded face, caressed by the early light of dawn.

I turn away from him, scoffing, thinking of how much audacity he possessed by coming to me the very next day after our argument. I lean back on the bench I was sat on, "I am not in the mood to attack you this morning."

"Good," he says, voice louder, since he was nearer, "here."

I smell something herbal and find that he was holding a cup of what I suppose was tea in front of me.

I dart my eyes from the object in his hand to his face, "you would blatantly try to kill me?"

He does not move nor does he reply.

A gust of cool wind circles around the garden.

"Laena found comfort in drinking this in times her babe was upsetting her stomach," he speaks plainly.

I stare at him for a long while. He does just the same.

The raises the cup a bit higher, "my arm will never tire for you."

I watch him as he shifts on his leg.

I turn back to the tea in his hand, taking it despite myself with an apparent reluctance. I wonder if I should throw it to the ground.

"Might I accompany you?" Daemon asks.

I dumbly look at him.

"If you will only be more upset by my presence, I will leave," he says, linking his hands together in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I mutter in High Valyrian.

He takes a moment to respond. He turns away, the injury on his head more apparent now at this angle.

"I was happy with her," he stares at the distance before turning back, "as much as I could be." He releases a dragged out sigh, "but she was not you."

I unintentionally spill the hot drink on my hand and whine in turn. Daemon moves to get the tea back from me but I put the cup away from him.

I look up at Daemon, annoyed by his solemn expression, annoyed that my eyes were watering, "did you love her?"

He was closer now, since he tried to take his cup back, so he made it a point to step back and turn to the floor. He whispers in his mother tongue, "I do not know what fire burns in my heart for me to say."

I scoff, "greed possibly," I add as a tear runs down my face, "lust, and spite."

Daemon is quiet.

I turn to the tea in my hand, finding myself replaying the sentiment he had over it. I pictured how he would wake early mornings like this, how walk to his wife with hot tea in his hand in an attempt to soothe her pregnancy pains, and yet he convince himself that he did not love her.

I feel tears burn in my eyes, "you're a fucking fool."

He does not respond as I take as sip of the tea he gave me. It is a bit too hot for me to fully be able to drink, but the taste of it was soothing and somehow sweet.

I close my eyes as I pull the cup away from my lips, "I love him."

When he still does not respond, I wonder if he walked away. I open my watery lids and gasp when I see him wipe his face and mutter, "I know."

I turn to my skirt and shake my head, "I don't think I will ever stop loving him," my eyes dart to the tea in my hand and feel a lump form in my throat, "regrettably," I sniffle, "it is similar to how I don't think I will ever stop loving you."

I turn back to Daemon, taking in the distraught expression across his face. I motion to my side and mumble in High Valyrian, "sit with me, will you?"

He does just that.

We speak not a single word as we watch the sun rise.

"My lady," Abigail mutters as she walks over to me, "he has sent broth for you again."

I look over to my handmaiden as she places the hot bowl on the table not too far from my vanity.

She whines as she places her hands on her hips, "you should have come home during that dinner like you wanted, now we're both stuck here."

I sigh, placing a hand on my slightly protruded belly, "Abigail, I could not take back my promise to Helaena."

"She would have understood!" Abigail whines, "just how Lord Aiden will understand if you leave King's Landing!"

"Abigail, we've been going through this for 4 months," I mutter, walking over to her, sitting down at the table, "Aiden is uneasy by the thought of me staying at home by myself."

"But you would not be by yourself!" she cries, "you would have me, William, and the rest of the-"

"Abigail," I call, "you were unprepared for me when I vomited because of your food."

She clenches her jaw, "I did not-"

"I know you did not know," I turn to her, "and yet had it just been us-"

"We have our own maesters!" she calls.

"Maester," I correct, "there are pl-"

"But he could be poisoning you, my lady!" she quips.

"I would have been dead by now if that was Daemon's true intentions," I mutter, taking a sip of the well seasoned dish I had grown accustomed to having every morning.

Abigail looks at the food on the table, feeling guilt rise up when she remembers how she made a similar dish unknowingly with poisonous herbs. She clenches her jaw, "you told me if he was poisoning you, you wanted him to see you die."

"He's not poisoning me, Abigail."

"Perhaps not with the food, but with his words!"

I glare at Abigail and she stares down at me, "you have allowed him, countless of times, to converse with you."

I turn away from her.

"You now laugh with him like you once did."

I put my spoon down.

"It is not right!" she cries out, "it's bad enough that you insistently spar with Aemond, though you are with child, but you now even allow Daemon to approach you in the gardens while you read."

"That's enou-"

"The servants are talking!"

I stand from my seat, "and what would you have me do?!" I quip, "mull around like a madwoman, waiting for my husband who continuously gets dragged into the extended battle those stupid fucks could not possibly admit was for naught? If it were up to me, I'd slap all of them across the face and bring Aiden home with me now, but what say do I have in the business of men?"

Abigail whines over her breath, "but my lady! They are saying you are carrying a Targaryen!" Her eyes begin to glass, "I cannot bear the impertinence!"

"They will be disappointed by the child's dark hair," I mutter, sitting back down.

Abigail decides to keep her silence as I finish my meal, and for that I am grateful.

After finishing, I head to the training grounds where Aemond was training bright and early as always. He looked like a true warrior now. Not only did he finally tower over me, but his constant training made his slim figure well-built.

He was brutalizing a wooden target when he saw me walk over to him with Abigail by my heels. The moment his violet eye sees me, he halts what he is doing and nods in regard, "my lady."

"My prince," I nod back, heading to the array of weapons.

Aemond catches Abigail's wide eyes as she shakes her head furiously and presses her palms together, begging the prince to intervene. Though, he did not need it to say the next words he did, "I do not think it is wise for you to train with me today."

I grab a sword and point it to him, "you said that yesterday."

"You did not even change out of your dress," Aemond motions making me raise my brows.

"You think it will hurt any less if I hit you while wearing this?" I twirl the blade in my hand and chuckle, "though certainly, it will hurt more for your ego after you lose."

Abigail whines as I lunge at Aemond. He blocks my advance swiftly and makes it a point to distance himself as much as he could.

I chuckle as he points his sword, only to bring it down his side, "as much as I enjoy our sparring sessions the most, I can see your belly now, and I do not think it-"

I charge at him again, swinging my sword quicker. I am disappointed that he pulls back and does not even attempt to retaliate, working only to block off my charges.

Abigail could nearly faint as our metal weapons clash and ring loudly. It doesn't take much for me to twist Aemond's weapon out of his hand and press my sword against his chest.

He heaves, raising his hands in defeat, looking down at me.

I shake my head and click my tongue in disappointment, "you didn't even put up a fight."

"I have no intention to hurt you."

I roll my eyes and pull my sword off his chest. I then tap his shoulder with the flat side of the blade, "how could you when your form is terrible."

Aemond is taken aback as I draw away from to grab his sword from the ground.

"My form is not ter-"

"Whoever told you that is a liar," I retort, handing him back his sword.

Aemond takes the sword and I motion at him to show me his stance. The young prince hums as he does a demonstration. I allow him room to move, and he then jabs at the air. I groan at the sight of him, and his eye falls on me with a sheepish expression.

I lower his elbows with my sword and smack his calf, "too much elbow, not enough leg."

He adjusts accordingly, looking at me in expectation.

After doing so, I nod in agreement and scratch our blades together, readying into a stance myself, "good, now you can hurt me."

"My lady," Abigail cuts in, frantic.

"I still do not wish to-" Aemond begins again.

"Oh, please," I roll my eyes, "you've just learned to-"

"MY LADY!" Abigail screams, forcing both Aemond and I to turn to him.

Abigail was standing next to a page boy who promptly bowed at us before leaving. Abigail was crying in distress as she gripped her hands tightly.

"Abigail," I speak in bewilderment, "it's not that-"

"It's your lord husband," she mutters, lips quivering.

Catching my full attention now, I pull away from Aemond and put the sword back where I got it, "what of Aiden?"

She takes my hands without warning once I am before her, and as much as I tense, I do not pull away.

"A letter and a message came," she says, placing a piece of paper in my hand.

I turn to the paper and raise my brows, "a letter and a message?"

"My lady," she grips my arms tightly, "Lord Greystoke's body has been sent to his family's estate."

I tilt my head and scowl, "Lord Greystoke's body has been-" I raise a hand, "why would his body- I'm confused."

Before I could even speak another word, Aemond is beside me, asking me if he can my hand and lead me back to my chambers.

I brush him off and give Abigail a look, "what do you mean, Abigail? Why would he be brought back to his family's estate? And his body?" my tone raises in confusion. I chuckle, "why? Is his soul separate? Did it leave him?"

Abigail and Aemond are dead silent when I speak these words. I didn't even realize what I just said up until I saw their expression.

I give Abigail an annoyed look, "are you saying my husband is dead?"

Abigail chokes on her tears as she reaches out for me.

I rip away from her and shake my head, "Abigail, think. How could he send me a letter if he's dead?"

Aemond mutters my name softly as I rip the said letter open.

Tears block my line of sight as I attempt to read the contents of the letter. I scoff, "see! It says he will return to me in two days time!"

Abigail whines my name out in sorrow. I shake my head at her grief and grab her arm, "Abigail, the letter says he will-"

"But the page boy had a message from the fleet!" she cries, grabbing my arms in her hands, "Lord Greystoke was gravely injured and succumbed to his wounds during late hours," she repeats the words, taking the paper in my hand, "he wrote this before he-"

"Where's Daemon?" I blurt frantically.

Aemond's eye twitches upon hearing that.

Abigail sighs, "my lady! You-"

I do not wait for her to finish as I storm off.

Aemond did not have the heart to follow after, that was until he heard the clanking of swords. His eye widens as he watches me storm away with two blades in my hands.

Aemond screams my name, but before he could even come near me, I spin and seal his neck between my swords, "stay away from me if you know what's good for you."

Aemond is frozen in place as I continue marching off. Abigail is hot on my trail but makes no attempt to stop me, save for whining my name in protest.

The next thing I know, I'm kicking Daemon's chamber door down and screaming, "YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM DIDN'T YOU?"

I walk over to his bed and point my blade there, only to find it empty.

Alas, Daemon walks out from his bathroom in nothing but his trousers, hair still damp in line with the glistening of his chest.

I charge at him with raised weapons and they quiver in my anger, "ANSWER ME!" I command as I go before him, "answer to your crimes or answer to my blades."

Daemon looks down at me when I press the words to his neck. He barely moves at my actions, "it's somehow unfortunate for you to learn I have done no crimes as of late," he purses his lips, "save perhaps lusting over someone else's wife."

"I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR SHIT, DAEMON," I screech, pressing closer, "especially not when it's about my husband."

"So it is that troll that you think I killed?"

I press the blade close enough that it actually pricks his skin and blood gushes out. Abigail, who was witnessing the entire thing, screams out my name in protest.

Daemon is unfazed by the pain and instead raises his hands to touch me.

"Do not lay a fucking hand on me," I warn.

Instead he raises his hands as his blood trickles down to my hand.

"If you truly think I would break your trust again," he mutters, "kill me."

My lips quiver at his words.

Daemon clenches his jaw, "you know I have done nothing but chase your shadow as of late."

I nostrils flare when his eyes begin to water.

"Fucking do it," he quips.

I rip my sword away from him and throw them behind me. I pin my hands on his cut neck and seethe, "Targaryen scum!"

Abigail runs towards me and pulls me away, "that's enough!"

She manages to pull me away from Daemon but I leave an imprint of my hands on his skin with his blood. I wrangle out of Abigail's grip and the moment I'm free storm out. Abigail calls my name out in horror, and effectively halts me when she adds, "you're bleeding!"

I scoff, turning over to her and consequently Daemon, "it's not mine it's-"

"You're bleeding from under your skirt," Daemon mutters, walking over to me slowly.

I turn to the floor, eyes widening at the sight of blood by my feet. I slap a hand to my lips, holding back a gag. I rip my skirt up and see a trail of blood down my leg. Suddenly, I feel faint.

The next thing I know, Daemon's face is too close to mine.

I wake up with light in my eyes.

It's quiet and the air is cold.

I must be dead.

I try to move, but I freeze when I hear a voice.

"How are you feeling?"

I lift my head, finally realizing I was lying down in the ward. I see Daemon's heavy eyes from the end of the bed. The window behind him showed a picture of the early morning sky. I shift and notice Abigail lying asleep on my side, sat on a chair by the right of my bed.

I turn back to Daemon, who was in a dress shirt. I catch the cut on his neck and suddenly remember my rampage. I close my eyes, regretting the aggression I put out on him with no basis but instinctive anger, "I apologize."

"I did not ask for an apology, my dear ruby."

The sound of the pet name makes me lips quiver.

He asks again, "how are you feeling?"

"Like shit," I rebut, opening my eyes. Daemon is visibly concerned, "shall I call for the maesters?"

I shake my head, "I... I feel bad for attacking you."

"There must be hope for me after all," he states.

"How long have I been here?"

Deamon shifts from his chair, "all day."

I turn to Abigail, "how long has she been here?"

"All day."

"And you?" I turn back to him.

"All day," he mutters, standing, walking up to my side. His eyes are tired as he extends his hand out to me, "can I hold your hand?"

I turn to his calloused palm and find myself unable to disagree. I give him my hand and he presses it in between his. He is warm against me. I am overcome with tears.

"You're warmer now," he says, "you were cold to the touch when I carried you here."

I watch him as he kneels down beside me. He rubs my skin with his thumb before a hand travels up to my face. He is cautious with his actions, but he finds more confidence in wiping my tears when I lean into his touch.

"Don't cry," he hushes, "your baby is still with you."

I release a panicked gasp, hand darting to my stomach. A thousand different emotions flood me and I am left unable to withhold my sobs.

"The maesters advised that you no longer partake in strenuous activity nor you should engage in stressful matters."

I scoff, slightly choking on my tears, "my husband is dead, Daemon."

He does not respond, as he brings his hand on my face back atop my hand.

"I..." Daemon mumbles then pauses for a long while, "could not be with you the last time you stayed here," he tightens his grip on my hand, "so, do not chose to send me away in favor of my nephew."

I knit my brows at his expression, "where is Aemond?"

He closes his eyes, "he took it upon himself to coordinate the burial of your husband," he chuckles airily, "quite helpful yet grotesque."

A moment passes before I decide to reply, "thank you for being here."

He lifts his gaze to me

"You should go to bed," I add, pulling my hand away.

He refuses, unwilling to release me.

"Daemon," I mutter, "go to bed," I squeeze his hand back, "and if you choose to return to me, I will allow you."

He stills at my words.

"Do not abandon me twice," I mutter in High Valyrian, "I will not bare it."

He shakes his head and answers in the same language, "never," he speaks clearly, "you will have me till my very end."

I place a hand on my swollen belly as I watch Aemond spar with a wooden dummy for what may well be the thousandth time.

"Your elbows, my love," I click my tongue, "might as well hold that sword with your elbows, since you use it so much."

"Mm," Aemond hums, turning to me with a soft smile as he pulls away from his target, "I hope our sweet Targayren prince does not inherit both his mother's and his father's sharp mouth."

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, "you are not certain if I am carrying a prince."

"What did my uncle tell you once?" Aemond says, pulling away from his target, walking over to me, "dragon's intuition?"

I scoff out a chuckle as his smile deepens, "may I?" he hovers his hand over my belly.

My words are held back by the sound of a sheathing sword, "keep your hands off my wife."

Aemond is pushed back by a Dark Sister faintly grazing his neck.

"Daemon," I scold

The said man turns over to me and speaks in High Valyrian, "the fucking gremlin is pushing farther everyday."

I raise my brows at him, "you do know he can understand you, right?"

"Tis not him I am concealing my words from," he mutters softly, turning back to Aemond.

"Mother! Father said a bad word," a small voice cries tugging my skirt from the side. I turn over to my small daughter and push away the brown hair covering her face.

Daemon lowers Dark Sister and narrows his eyes at the girl, "and how would you know if I said a bad word, girl, unless you've said it?"

Her blue eyes turn to Daemon. She places her tiny hands on her waist, raising her dark brows, "I know it's a bad word because you said it."

Daemon is dumbfounded by her reasoning.

I hold back a chuckle though I warningly call out the girl's name, "Ada."

She looks up at me innocently, "yes?"

Aemond snorts and claps, "my beloved young Lady Rubin," he bows at her, "always a pleasure."

My daughter turns to Aemond and does an exaggerated curtsy, gathering her skirts in her hands.

Daemon rolls his eyes, "shouldn't you be with your brother, little ruby?"

Ada turns to Daemon and then jumps at him, grabbing his legs, "Abigail told me not to disturb Aerynar as he sleeps, so," she beams up at the man, "I followed you when you left."

Daemon hums thoughtfully, "I see," he bends down and picks up the girl, "you were planning to do something naughty, weren't you?"

Ada shakes her head, placing her hands on Daemon's face, "I only wanted to ask if Baela and Rhaena come visit later."

"I could not say, my love," Daemon replies.

"Well, if I can't fix my sisters' hair, and mother says her head hurts because of the baby inside her belly, and I mustn't disturb her," she shakes her head, raising a finger.

"You must indeed not," Daemon nods.

"Then, can I fix your hair, father."

Aemond presses his lips tightly, holding back a laugh.

"Oh my dear, your father would love to have you fix his pretty hair," I smile, walking over to them, "isn't that right, Daemon?"

Daemon does not get to reply as Ada squeals in excitement and chokes him into a tight hug.

Aemond finally breaks into laughter from behind and decides to go back to his training, "though a warm sight, I do hold true to my threat of castrating you if you get Lady Rubin pregnant again."

Daemon strains his neck to turn to Aemond then barks in High Valyrian, "you fucking piece of shit cunt-"

Ada screams, pulling away from her embrace and smacks Daemon's face, "PRINCE DAEMON TARGARYEN!"

Daemon turns to the child and purses his lips, "... Lady Ada Rubin."

She crosses her arms and turns to me, "mother, father has to wash his mouth again."

I sigh, "he does, doesn't he."

Daemon is smacked again when he sighs out a fuck.

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