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hand-written-dreams · 1 month ago

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CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 10

Weddings and Vendettas

He's a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

- ( The song of the chapter is 'Monster' by Lady Gaga)

Khushi sits silently at her desk, gently caressing the bandage on her wrist. With every blink, her eyelashes stir, each moment bringing a new flash of the same memory, vivid and unrelenting.

Rain.

Raindrops.

Raindrops clinging to long lashes.

Lashes framing beautiful brown eyes.

Fingers clutching a coat lapel,

Fingers circling a delicate wrist.

Teeth clenched around a glass piece.

Lips curled into a barely-there smirk.

Buaji's voice cuts through the trance. "Haire Nand Kishore, you're drenched! You'll catch a cold!" she fusses, rubbing a towel through Khushi's hair. Her eyes dart to Khushi's wrist, and a gasp escapes her lips. "What happened to your wrist?"

"It's just a tiny cut, Buaji. Don't worry."

"Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Why would I feel dizzy?"

"Because the sight of blood makes you dizzy, bitiya. Are you alright?"

"Oh," Khushi says, a trace of bitter amusement in her voice as she remembers the younger version of herself, the one who would faint and vomit at the mere sight of her own blood. Buaji doesn't know, that Khushi died a long time ago. The girl who once crumbled at the sight of red vanished the day she ended a man's life. Blood doesn't bother her much anymore. She's learned how to control it. Like she's learned to control the feelings coursing through her blood.... rage, fear, desire....

Except when 'he' is near.

One particular Armani-clad individual still makes her blood boil, agitating her to the point that she forgets all of her old phobias.

She can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad one.

It can't be anything but disastrous.

He is poisoning her blood.

When Khushi steps out of the shower, wearing her favourite pajamas with towel wrapped loosely around her hair, she sees Buaji rummaging through her cupboard, pulling out every designer outfit she owns.

"What are you doing, Buaji?"

"Didn't Mr.Jha tell you, bitiya? We are going to Gurgaon."

"For what?"

"The Oberoi's eldest son is getting married!...what you guys tell it these days..oh huh..'destination' or something. Obviously, all of Delhi's elites will be there. So, Mr.Jha is taking us with him."

"When?"

"As far as I know, we're supposed to prepare for a two-day stay there, this Saturday and Sunday."

Oh, Sucks.

This puts such a damper on her 'find-the-evidence-and-get-the-hell-out- of-here' project. Two days of mundane chatter, ridiculous cosplays and forced pleasantries. Fake smiles and empty wishes will be used left, right and centre. Weddings bore her to death. Why does she even need to attend? She doesn't know the bride or groom.

Uff..

But of course, Mr.Jha is busy trying to establish every connection he can before his election. Shakti Singh Oberoi isn't just one of the richest men in the city, Mr.Jha's real interest probably lies in the fact that the Oberoi family has a long list of people in Parliament right now. It's always about power and politics.

Buaji holds up two lehengas in front of her, waiting for Khushi to choose.

"Pick whichever you like, Buaji. I don't care."

"What will I do with her? Fine, I'm picking the red one," Buaji huffs.

Khushi rolls her eyes. Buaji can't be more predictable. "Not the red one."

"Why? Red looks good on you, bitiya."

"I'm kind of hating the red colour nowadays. What about pick the purple one."

Khushi connects her phone to the charger as buaji keeps sorting her clothes. She wraps herself in her blanket and drifts off to sleep.

But brown eyes invade her dreams.

Vivid, relentless, and inescapable.

It's insufferable. He is insufferable. That egoistic man is not letting her sleep at night. Khushi throws off her covers and sits up in her bed, dragging her laptop toward her. She will teach him a lesson. What leverage does he have against her again? A CCTV footage. She will hack his phone and erase that footage.

She fiddles with her phone. She has his number, right? He's sent her a text with that video. With a few taps, she searches for his contact.

What the fuck...

Of course, it's encrypted. But it's an encryption she can break.

"Game on, Mr.Raizada. Since the day we met, all you've done is threaten me and pin me against the wall. Now you've crossed your limits. You're pinning me in my dreams as well. I will show you what messing with me will cost you."

Her eyes gleam as her fingers fly across the keyboard, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. A smile stretches across her face as she cracks the code and is almost one tap away from erasing all the information from his phone when her laptop hangs. The screen scrambles with a warning about virus detection, and she curses under her breath as the laptop goes into self-preservation mode.

Frustrated, she rubs her eyes. Her phone beeps with an incoming message. An unknown number.

'Nice try, little bird.'

For the next few days, Khushi looks like a zombie. Not only is she plagued by the same dreams--or nightmares, as she prefers to call them--but nothing interesting is happening in her father's study either. Apparently, the wolves haven't yet discovered who killed their beloved daughter, so the serpents are safe, at least for now.

All of these make Khushi ponder a certain offer. It doesn't feel so bad sitting in her own bedroom, frustrated with empty search results and the impending mind-numbing conversations with a bunch of unknown wedding guests. An IT expert at a tech company-her classmates would salivate over a job like that straight out of college. She knows it's not her qualifications that are getting her this opportunity; it's because of something she can do for him.

Then there's what he said about providing evidence against her father. Ugh... why does she become such a fireball in his presence? He was right. She asked all the wrong questions. Instead of inquiring about the evidence he mentioned, how he got it, and how she could use it, she let his threats get to her and lost her shit entirely.

"I expected more from you, Khushi," she chides herself, banging her head against her laptop. It's a new task for her now, a new skill to learn: how to keep her cool in the presence of Mr.Arnav Singh Raizada.

But she doesn't have his number. How will she contact him? The encrypted number is a one-way street; she can't text him back.

There goes the offer. Now she has to wait for another chance meeting with him to tell him she'll work for him, but only if she can lay down some conditions of her own.

And the worst part? She has no idea when or if she'll meet him again in the near future.

The uncertainty gnaws at her, leaving her more frustrated than ever as she packs her bag for the wedding she is going to attend. The wedding is set in a luxury resort just on the outskirts of the city, no more than a two-hour drive away.

As she tosses clothes into her trolley, her mind races with scenarios, each more outrageous than the last, where she meets him again and tells him about her accepting his offer. She can already imagine the smug look on his face, that infuriating smirk that makes her want to scream, punch and wipe that smile from his face all at once.

But beneath the annoyance, there's a spark of determination. If she can just see him again, she'll find a way to turn the tables. She won't let him intimidate her or pin her down anymore.

Then her thoughts shatter as ice water of realization washes over her. What's the point of thinking about the offer or accepting it? Her father would never allow her to work, and neither would Mr.Jha. She can never do it anyway. She grits her teeth and snaps her trolley shut.

Khushi sits stiffly at the long banquet table, flanked by her father and Mr.Jha, her hands resting on her lap beneath the lavishly decorated tablecloth. The glittering wedding hall around her feels suffocating, the loud hum of chatter and laughter grating against her nerves. Her father, seated to her right, exchanges polite conversation with the other guests, his tone authoritative, as always. To her left, Mr.Jha, the epitome of perfection, flashes his charming smile to those who pass by, looking every bit the polished, well-bred man her father adores.

But Khushi feels disconnected. She is drowning in a world of pretension and formality, a world where every word is calculated, every action rehearsed. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and freshly cut flowers, but it only reminds her how out of place she feels here.

The fabric of her lehenga digs into her skin. She wishes she could tie her hair up, but the makeup artist had styled it in loose waves cascading around her shoulders. The heavy jewellery weighs her down, making her body ache.

She should feel honoured to be seated between these two powerful men, her father's pride and her fiancé's polished charm surrounding her. But all she feels is trapped. Her thoughts swirl with a mixture of resentment and exhaustion. The glittering lights, the perfect smiles, the endless small talk, it all feels hollow.

Her gaze flickers across the room, trying to avoid the eyes of those who expect her to smile, to play the role of the dutiful daughter and future wife. But beneath the calm exterior, her heart races. Her body is present, but her mind is far away.

She softly drums against the linen, as Her eyes drift up, almost instinctively, and there he is.

So the Eagles are here as well, huh?

He is indeed an Eagle through and through, his presence alone exudes power. He’s draped in a deep brown suit-type sherwani, she isn’t quite sure what they are called. The tailored fabric clings perfectly to his imposing frame, every seam accentuating the breadth of his shoulders and the straight line of his posture. The deep, almost regal brown not only adds a richness to his look, but also brings out his eyes even more. She huffs closing her eyes.

He might be an asshole, but he's the kind you can't help but stare at. The traditional attire only adds to his appeal, making him infuriatingly hard to ignore, despite the attitude that comes with it. His presence demands attention, and no matter how arrogant he seems, there's no denying he's dangerously attractive.

His dark gaze fixed on her from across the room. His expression is unreadable, but the intensity behind his eyes is unmistakable. A shiver runs down her spine. A spark ignites in the air between them that no one else seems to notice. She quickly looks away, her pulse racing.

But the pull is undeniable. She glances back at him, catching his gaze once more. She was looking forward to this moment, the chance to meet him face-to-face once more. Her lips curve into a small, almost imperceptible smile, one she tries to suppress but can not. It doesn't escape him. One of his eyebrows lifts up.

And her breath catches. And in that split second, Khushi feels like they are the only two people in the room, locked in a battle of unspoken words and unreadable expressions. But that slight lift of his brow, that glint in his eyes-it tells her he knows. He always knows.

From the corner of her eye, she sees the wedding planner she was introduced to earlier, guiding the Eagles toward the table where she sits. Her heart skips a beat as she watches the group approach slowly. As soon as the first one arrives, the atmosphere shifts. One by one, the members of the Eagles come into view, their faces hardening the instant they spot who is already seated. It takes only a split second. A cold realization ripples through the group. This was a mistake. The wrong families had been seated together.

The wedding planner, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation, smiles brightly at all of them. She tenses, her eyes flicking toward Mr.Jha, who sits rigidly beside her. A conversation runs through her mind.

"He said he was sure about who killed his father. But how could that be? The person he's talking about was just a boy back then...what, 14 or 15?"

Her eyes snaps back to the brown one.

Oh no!

The tension becomes palpable, thick enough to choke on. Guests at the table shift uncomfortably in their seats, casting uneasy glances at one another.

Mr.Rathore exchanges a sharp glance with Mr.Raizada before his gaze slid to her father, then to Mr.Jha, his lips pressed into a thin line, the displeasure clear despite his outward calm. "Well, this is.....unexpected," Mr.Rathore muttered, his voice cold, eyes darting between the Serpents already seated at the table.

Tension spikes when one of the men beside Mr.Raizada, makes a move to grab the collar of the wedding planner, his temper threatening to erupt. But Mr.Raizada raises a hand, a silent command, and the man freezes. Without breaking his composure, Mr.Raizada pulls a chair out in a smooth motion and gestures Mr.Rathore to sit. Then, with deliberate calm, he pulls out the chair beside Mr.Rathore and sits down himself. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Forgive the wedding planner for the misunderstanding, Rakesh," he says, with his unsettlingly neutral voice with no malice, no hatred, no rage, no irritation, nothing. "After all, we are all friends here, aren't we?"

Her pulse quickens. She doesn't need to glance at her father to know his jaw is clenched, his fingers likely curled into tight fists beneath the table. And yet, mr.Raizada remains disturbingly calm, too calm. His eyes scan the faces of the serpents, not a single emotion flickering across his features. If anything, he seems amused, as if he's daring them to react, to make the first move.

Mr.Jha gives a curt nod,"Of course," he bites out, faking a smile. There aren't only the members of the Serpents and the Eagles, there are also Mr.Jha's political allies. He has to save face.

Across from her, the brown eyes briefly meet hers before he addresses everyone, "I trust we can make it through a few hours without incident," his voice low but carrying enough weight to silence the murmurs around the table.

The Eagles exchange wary glances as they hesitate for a beat before taking their seats. She watches across from her Junior Rathore quietly takes his place beside Mr.Raizada and then the two girls she saw at the restaurant earlier slide into the seats beside him. One of them, petite, with big dark eyes flashes her a small, secretive smile. The other, with glossy dark hair and a bit more confidence, sneaks a wave as though they're old friends sharing a private joke.

Strange. She frowns. Yet her lips twitch at the surrealness of the situation.

“Oh, darling, you’re here! Sorry, I’m late,” a singsong voice says as a freshly manicured finger trails across Mr.Rathore’s shoulder. A gorgeous woman in a black saree slides into the seat beside him. Ah yes, Mr.Rathore’s girlfriend, Sheetal Kapoor. The envy of all the men in the society.

Slowly, they begin to converse among themselves, and the atmosphere around the table settles back into a semblance of normalcy. Conversations ebb and flow as laughter punctuates the air. Khushi takes a sip of her cold drink, letting the chill pass through her, while her gaze drifts across the table.

There he is, blatantly staring at her, swirling his drink in the glass with a casual nonchalance that betrays his boredom. The corner of his lips quirks up.

She can't help but feel the heat rising in her cheeks under his unwavering gaze. It's as if he's dissecting her every move, and for a moment, she wonders if he can read her thoughts. With a quick glance, she meets his eyes, holding his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary before looking away, trying to regain her composure.

She rolls her eyes internally, refusing to let him see how flustered he makes her. "So charming," she mutters under her breath, hoping the sarcasm will help ease the tension brewing between them. But inside, she feels that familiar spark igniting again, making her pulse race.

She steals another glance, catching him smirking now, that infuriatingly confident smirk that tells her he knows exactly what effect he has on her. The table buzzes around them as the two of them are locked in a silent battle of wills.

The conversation around them shifts into the importance of female education, equality and how Mr.Jha is doing excellent job in this regards, but she has tuned it out.

She places her glass almost defiantly and crosses her arms, looking at him fully, refusing to look away. His smirk stretches further. It's smooth and teasing. He's savouring every second of their little game.

But the game is cut short when a woman, one of the wives of a business associate seated with the Serpents, turns her attention to Khushi with a warm, curious smile

"What about you, bitiya? Are you attending college?"

She blinks, breaking her staring contest, and smooths the napkin over her lap. Her composure slips back into place. She clears her throat, quickly scrambling to switch gears from their wordless duel to the polite conversation at hand.

"Oh, um..." she starts, offering the woman a polite smile. "I've graduated recently from IIT Delhi. Computer Science"

"She’s graduated with honours. We are very proud of her." Mr.Jha adds to their conversation.

The lady smiles radianty at her , "Oh, that's excellent. A girl in Computer Science. I'm so intrigued. Are you doing anything right now? Are you applying for higher education? Masters or PhD or anything else?"

"Umm.... I guess I'm now on a creative hiatus...exploring few..... personal interests."

Out of the corner of her eye, she catches his raised eyebrow across the table, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. Then a sinfully deep voice joins the conversation as well. "In other words, you're neither studying nor working," he comments flatly.

"There are other things I do, of course." she feels her ear pinking as she sips her drink to control the verbal lashing that begs to come tumbling toward Mr.Raizada.

"Do share," he taunts in mock fascination. "What do you do, Miss Gupta? Besides collecting degrees just to keep them gathering dust, I mean." The table falls silent, not a good kind of silence.

"I'm sure, Miss Gupta will have a bright future. She is a brilliant girl and will do wonders to the society alongside her fiancé, Mr.Jha. They will be such an extraordinary couple," Mrs.Rastogi intervenes.

"Yeah, I'm sure, they will. So, tell us, Miss Gupta, what are you planning to do with that degree you get...with the money of the honourable tax payers of this country....besides indulging in hobbies and attending galas..." her eyes narrow as her fingers tightens around her glass, ".....or is it keeping the fashion industry afloat by purchasing enough clothes to dress half the country? If so, thank you in advance by the way, for investing in our business."

"I'm going to kill you, Mr.Raizada," she mutters silently clenching her teeth.

The poor lady, Mrs.Rastogi comes to damage control as she nervously adds, "The IT field has flourished in the last few years. I'm sure she'll find something to contribute to that. Bitiya, what are you planning to do next? Work, perhaps?"

Khushi hesitates, not sure how to respond to that question in front of everyone. Before she can find the right words, the infuriating man cuts through the conversation."Well, that depends, doesn't it?" His gaze flickering to her father and then Mr.Jha, before finally landing back on her. "I suppose certain permissions are required before any plans can move forward."

The words are casual, but the barb is clear. Her polite smile wavers just a fraction.

A particular clinking sound of curtilary draws her attention to Mr.Jha. His expression is calm, but his knuckles whiten around his fork. "Actually, that's not true. I'll let her to do anything she wants." Mr.Jha replies smoothly, his tone polite but edged with barely concealed irritation.

"You'll let her...." He quotes him and smirks leaning slightly forward , "...like I said, she needs your permission to do a job if she wants. Where's the equality in this again?"

"Khushi's future is important to all of us. We only want what's best for her. She has full autonomy to do whatever she wants to do." Mr.Jha says through gritted teeth.

Her eyes meeting the brown ones. His gaze is sharp, as though he's daring her to respond. But she remains silent.

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear, Mr.Jha. How reassuring it is to know that our future leaders practice what they preach! Supporting your fiancée in her career sets such an extraordinary example for the young generation of this country," the lady gushes on and on and on.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs.Rastogi," Mr.Jha responds politely, meanwhile shooting daggers across the table. "Empowering women is a central theme of my campaign. After all, charity does begin at......"

"Actually, Dad," Khushi cuts in with a slightly higher tone, turning fully toward her father, "I have been thinking of sharing this with you for a couple of days. I have an offer from a tech company. Paragon Tech.....I think, I'll consider that offer. What do you think? It's a good company, right?" She asks faking a bright, enthusiastic smile. It's an opening. She had to take this chance.

"Yes, it's a good company. You can work there if you wants, sweetheart." His father says before pursing his lips. "We'll always support her." her father continues, nodding at Mrs.Rastogi while brown-eyes looks like he’s just won the argument.

Everyone returns to their starters as the conversation dies down, but an urge lingers in the air. An urge to strike back.

"You know, Mr.Raizada," Mr.Jha starts with a casual tone. "I heard a very amusing story a few days ago... one of my bodyguards just mysteriously found himself unconscious in your presence."

And that infuriating smirk is back on his face as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. "My condolences. You need better security, Mr.Jha, with better skill to remain on their feet.....and better manners."

Mr.Jha’s jaw tightens, but before he can retort, Her father addresses the brown-eyed man across the table with a hard look. "Mr.Raizada, have you forgotten your manners at home?"

Something darker flickers in the caramel-brown orbs, "On the contrary, Mr.Gupta, I remember them quite well, much to your future disappointment."

She can feel both Mr.Jha and his father's rage toward the brown-eyes radiating off them in waves. And she’s sitting in the centre of these three men.

The servers gathering around the table help bring the tension down a few notches. Mr. and Mrs.Rastogi attempt to extinguish the brewing disaster by shifting the conversation to lighter topics, asking Mr.Jha about his political campaign and other matters.

And all this time, his eyes have been on her. Discreet this time, not very obvious.

She feels like burning from the inside out, and all he does is watch, his expression unreadable. It drives her mad, to the point she wants to scream, but instead, her voice comes out quieter as she responds to Mrs.Rastogi's other questions.

After a while, he leans in, his lips moving silently as he whispers something to Mr.Rathore. And then he leaves the table, leaving behind a empty chair in front of her.

The chair remains vacant when their main course is served, even through dessert.

Without his brown eyes all over her, she feels strangely empty too, just like the chair does.

And it’s a dangerous feeling.

A feeling that could ruin her.

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camilbarnessss · 2 years ago

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¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 9 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of female masturbation, oral sex (fem!Targaryen receiving), cock warming, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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-Uff!-

-Your right!-

-Your left!-

-Watch out, Daera!-

-Daera, left, left!-

-Would you two shut up?! I know my sides!-

Jace and Luke shuted their mouths, looking front with their eyes wide opened.

Daemon let out a sharp laugh and, at the same moment, he had a sword dancing in the air against Daera's, who was breathing fastly while she dodge all she can, having her mane bouncing crazily on her back and shoulders.

The wind on their surroundings and the beach at their side were both truly calm and fresh, while a shiny sun lighted them from the blue skies.

The girl grunts walking backwards in the sand with fastness, agitated. Her father, as agile as a wild cat, easily approached to her while swinging his sword rapidly, barely giving her any time to respond the attacks. She was answering one move, and he was already making another, so it was starting to be really hard for her to follow up.

-Don't just look at the sword, Daera! Your opponent's eyes are the ones giving you the answers!-, Daemon shouts above all the sound the clashing swords made.

-It matters don't to my opponent to grant me many chances to look at his eyes, I am afraid!-. Sarcastically, she shouts back, having some strands of hair on her mouth.

-Then make him to!-, The Rogue Prince ordered with reproachment. His daughter nodds, bravely, getting ready to win this training.

Jace and Luke followed them with their gazes, not missing one movement. They both had their swords too, resting, for the moment. They saw how Daera hissed like a snake, beginning to move her weapon rapidly against her father's, who clenched his teeth as he started to go faster too, accepting her fierceness.

The older Velaryon brother sighed and narrowed his eyes with a excited smile, admiring both of their brutality. The younger boy, at the contrary, was flinching constantly with his lips wrinkled, intimidated by such wild movements, not to mention the risk of swinging the swords so carelessly in the other's face. Even if they were training weapons, they hurted as seven hells.

-Daera, no!-. Grunted Daemon when he saw his daughter wanting to show off, throwing her sword to the air and planning to catching it. As she got herself distracted, he tsked and with a single hand he pushed her from a moment to another. Daera grunted falling on the sand instantly.

-Ow, fuck!-. She cursed, looking up and seeing how her father raised a hand and he was the one who catched her sword from the air. From his place, Jacaerys laughs at the sky and Luke sighs stressed.

-What have I told you about showing off?-. Daemon snorts, letting his sword and Daera's to fall on the sand, forgetting about them. She tsked briefly, still on the floor.

-That I shouldn't like it so much-, the girl mumbles, surrended. The Rogue Prince looks at her with reproachment and gave her a hand. She grabbed it with a sigh, accepting the help-. I just love my tricks-, she admitted, shaking the sand from her skirt.

-For your father's sake, I think you should leave them at a side-, joked Jacaerys from his place, holding his sword proudly. Daemon laughs a little, pointing at him and nodding.

-Don't cheer too much, young prince, you are next-. He said-. Against Daera-, he pointed, and Jace instantly stopped smiling.

Daera sided a funny smile, approaching to them along her father. They commented something else, but she did not listen, losing herself when, from above of her skirt, she caressed one of her thighs briefly, feeling the leather belt she was wearing underneath.

She gulped, hiding a dearly smile.

At the moment, we are in the mystic island at the entry of the Blackwater Bay. The seat of the first Targaryens who stepped Westeros. The lands belongings to the Heir of the Iron Throne.

Dragonstone.

A while later, the training on the beach reached its end.

Princes Daemon, Daera, Lucerys and Jacaerys were walking in one of its halls. When seeing them coming, two guards that were standing in front of a closed door grabbed its handles, and pulled it open for them.

The Targaryen princess and the younger Velaryon prince granted a kind smile at the guards. And so, they enrered one of the most important halls of all Westeros.

The Chamber of the Painted Table.

-Ah-, Daemon emits, reasonless, when he and the children entered the room.

The guards closed the door behind them, now leaving the family by themselves on the chambers.

Rhaena and Joffrey were lying on the stone floor, having a wide book opened in front of them. The little kid, mouth and eye full opened, was doing nothing but listen to her.

-And in the Fourth Dornish War, do you know what happened?-. Rhaena looks at Joffrey, who quickly denies-. Three dragons made fire rain on the dornish ships, and when the sun came down, they still were burning as candles floating in the seas-, she narrated with dramatic whispers and smiles.

-Which dragons?-, asked Joffrey, shocked.

-Caraxes, my father's dragon-. She started to list, and he shivered when thinking about The Blood Wyrm-. Vermithor, the one who is nesting on our Dragonmont...-she tilted her head-, and Vhagar, my mother's dragon-, she smiled funnily, tickling Joffrey's ear, who instantly laughed loudly.

Along the others, Daera entered the room with calm steps, directing her gaze to there and siding an amused smile while walking, listening to them.

Rhaenyra was seated with Baela in front of the fireplace of the room, which was warmly lited. The younger one was entertained with an embroidery, sewing House Velaryon's sigil under the tender gaze of the Princess of Dragonstone, who was caressing her belly, smiling quietly while admiring the girl's work.

-What are we reading in here?-. Luke kneels on the floor beside Rhaena and Joffrey, looking interested at the book.

-Dragons tales-, Rhaena looks up at him with a smile, one he copied with a little chuckle, nodding.

Silently, Jacaerys approaches to Baela from behind her seat, staring at her embroidery with a soft smile, which she did not notice. In front of them, Daemon goes to Rhaenyra, who bited her cheeks with a smile when seeing him.

-I expect that your training went well-, she said funnily, accepting the hand he put over her belly, caressing it.

-Um-, he just hummed with a laugh, more concentrated on trying to feel his upcoming son or daughter inside his wife.

-I went well-, corrected Daera with a scoff, approaching slowly to The Painted Table while looking at her father touching his wife's abdomen-. The lads did try-, she nodds, gaining bored glances from Jace and Luke, and funny laughs from her sisters.

-Sounds quite fun-, Rhaenyra sighs with a brief chuckle, directing her eyes to Daemon's, who nodded at her in silence, telling her that the boys did their best.

-King's Landing shipment of food and furs will be arriving today, I remember-. The Rogue Prince spoke, passing a thumb on her belly, which was already starting to pronunciate, lightly-. Maester Gerardys shall have it checked and received-, he tilted his head, wondering if the babe was to be girl or boy.

-Very well-, Rhaenyra nodds.

Daera did not pay great attention to them, not after seeing Daemon caressing endlessly her belly. She decided to just not look. Instead, her gaze flew to another place, and her mind did too. As she approached to the table of Westeros, her eyes fell in one special place of the board. King's Landing.

She placed her hand over the name, touching it softly, drawing the letters with her fingers as she thought of the capital itself.

Two moons, it has been, since she last was there. Two long months.

Daera's lips went a little up, and her brows curved briefly when Aemond came to her mind. She thought about him, about his eye, about his voice. She found herself caressing, again, her thigh for a quick moment, feeling the leather belt. The princess fighted to not grunt or sobb at the moment.

-Are we leaving yet?-. Baela's voice brought her back to her mind.

Daera upped her head and separated her hand from the table, seeing Baela standing up from her chair, smiling, and following Daemon, who was directing to the chamber's door.

-Oy, where is it that you are going?-. Daera asks, confused, not having hearing anything about their leaving.

-Claw Isle-, named Daemon with simplicity, opening the door himself.

-Ah Claw Isle, Claw Isle, sure-. His older daughter instantly nodded, understanding now.

-Our reserves of herbs and medicines are not infinite-. Baela said with a smile, accepting the hand her father was handing her.

Once, every few moons, one or some of the dragonriders always must go to neighboring islands on the search of whatever that is of need. Dragonstone is not know for its herbs, but for its dragons, so the essentials were often found somewhere else. This time, Prince Daemon and his middle daughter are the ones taking the trip, and gladly. It is never too long, or boring. Caraxes and Moondancer always enjoy flying in not so familiar skies, as well as their riders.

The doors were closed again.

Jace took Baela's place, taking her embroidery with a curious expression, wondering how does she does it so perfectly. Daera separated from The Painted Table. She let her eyes fall in Rhaenyra, and walked to her with a smile. The Heir stared back at her, softly, while caressing her own belly.

-Is my brother kicking yet?-, Daera asked.

-Brother?-. Rhaenyra repeats in a laugh-. You sound too sure-, she looks funnily at her.

-It cannot be that Father only squeezes out girls out of him, can it now?-. Daera said, kneeling on the floor just in front of her, facing her belly. Rhaenyra chuckled from deep her throat-. I think he has enough of us-, she sides a smile.

-Well, until now, it seems I am only capable of squeezing out boys-. The Heir said with a fake expression of tiredness, shrugging-. And I also have enough of them-, she mumbled funnily.

-Pardon?-, Jacaerys spoke from his chair.

Daera and Rhaenyra laughed together, softly. The younger princess closed a smile on her lips, slowly softening her factions while staring directly at the other princess's abdomen, wondering about the being inside of it. Her expressions began to became sort of sour, having her throat a bit afflicted, and her mouth somewhat wrinkled. Noticing that light but noticeable change of expressions, Rhaenyra tilts her head a little, curious, still touching her belly.

-What is in your mind, brave girl?-. She asked, lowly and softly, looking down at her. At that moment, Daera gulped, and suddenly smiled again.

-Nothing but wonderings about his possible names-, she winked an eye, and stood up-. Or her!-, she corrected in a funny snort.

Rhaenyra smiles silently at her, just nodding a little, knowing that that was no honest answer about what was on her mind.

-Well-, Daera sighs, passing at Jace's side and messing with his hair. He snorted drawing her hand away-. I shall go to my chambers, if you excuse me-. She politely mumbled, turning around.

-And what if I don't excuse you?-, Luke taunts from his place, on the floor.

-I shall go anyways-. Daera smiled burlesque at him, outing the room in that very second. She heard Lucerys laughing, which made her to laugh too, letting the guards to close the door while she walked away.

As she walked through one of the halls, she heard Caraxes's whistle, making her to turn her head to the balcony of the hall as she walked. Soon, she saw The Blood Wyrm and Moondancer taking off, rising in the skies, and flying away together, mounted by father and daughter. Daera smiled proudly, whising them a good trip on her mind.

Minutes later, the princess reached her chambers, closing the doors behind her with a brief sigh. She combed her hair with her fingers, walking calmly as she hummed a song, distracted on her thoughts. The room's walls were covered by rocks that, apparently, covered holes on them.

Daera reached her balconies, advancing in it until reaching its end, just at the top of one of the highest towers in the castle. She placed her hands on the railing made of grey stone, as well as the rest of the building. With another sigh, she narrowed her eyes, staring at the blue sky with them. The sun was very kind on her skin, hugging it fully.

-...Fuck...-, she sighs again.

Indeed, it has been two months since she and her family left The Red Keep after the royal wedding week. This two moons have been full of trainings on the beach, readings on The Chamber of the Painted Table, flying on their dragons, and whatnot. Dragonstone its the quitest of places, loved by its true people and hated by foreigners and travelers. Daera spends her days with her family and their dragons, working on their duties, living their lives. The routine is the same as always.

And, yet...She is not fully contented with this routine, as she always used to be. And it is no mystery why this is.

There has been not one visit. Helaena has not appeared during these months, as she said she would do. There has been no word, no raven even. And, with this, Aemond was as distant of her too, despite how much her heart was desiring to have him close again, burning their skins, lips and breaths. Sadly, her desire has done nothing on the matter. They have not come. He has not come.

She adores her balcony's views, but since she arrived, the main reason of enjoying them is to seek for a foreign dragon in the skies. Every day, at any moment of the day, Daera stands or seats in her balcony, and stares up for as long as she can, without becoming suspicious to anyone. Every time her eyes were on the skies, she prayed so that Vhagar would came out of the heavy clouds. And, on her back, Aemond. She would mumble his name, she would sing it, as some witch would do to conjure some demon. But he was no demon, he was a god. And how desesperate she was for him.

Daera has come to even surprise herself because of how much she longed the prince. Every single night, when everyone was in their respectives chambers, she would lock in hers and use his belt as if it was his body. Daera has ride it and kiss it endlessly, imagining that it was his tongue, his thigh or his cock. And when she was done, when she had already come too many times to count, she would lye on her bed, wearing his coat and hugging it to herself. It still has his smell, or at least her mind makes her believe that.

She misses Aemond, and the only thought sometimes makes her shiver, not understanding how her feelings are so deep, or how is she so sure about them. But, she just is. It just happened.

The only person she has ever missed this much is her dear mother, may she rest eternaly. Laena is the reason her heart beated in a first instant, and even though she is gone, she is still the reason it is still beating, and what she would not give to see her one more time. However, this was a different kind of yearning. The fact that Aemond is someone who she definetely can come to see again, drives her mad. Mad, because she wasn't seeing him at the moment even though she could. He is alive, on The Red Keep, training probably, or perhaps riding Vhagar, reading his books, or...

Does he thinks of her?

That is a question she has been pondering a lot since the last time she saw him, which feels like ages ago. That, and another thousand questions about him surrounded her head tiredly. This feelings are pretty new, for her. She does not just misses his body, but...his mind too? Well, how to put it? She misses all of him. She wants to see him and feel him, of course, but also to listen to him talking, about anything at all.

A while passed, and Daera was still staring at the skies, where there was no trace of Vhagar. On a moment, she decided it has been enough, and walked away from the balcony, sniffing her nose briefly. She felt pity for herself, to be honest.

-When I see you, Aemond...-she grunted under her breath, tightening her fists. Who does he think he is, making her feel this way?

The princess decided to get out her rooms, not wanting to be eaten alive by her thoughts. It is too early for that. So, she closed the door and began to walk through the castle's halls, smiling constantly at the servants, midwifes, guards, and whoever she encountered with. All of them smiled her back, with true dearness. Another thing that differenciates Dragonstone so much from King's Landing is the mutual love between the crew and the royal family. It is not just respect, but true affection that they feel for each other.

Everybody adores Rhaenyra's boys and Daemon's girls, who were fine gentleman and ladies, always kind and smiling to them in the halls, remembering their names, and treating them as if they were part of the family too. Some of the guards in here used to serve in The Red Keep, and the difference of the treatment they receive is colossal.

Daera reached the kitchens, entering in there with a funny walk and an interested expression.

-Smells great!-, she says, looking at the boiling pots put in fire. There were around seven cooks at the moment, cutting vegetables, plucking chickens and washing fruits.

-Already hungry, princess?-. One of the cooks asked, funny.

-Would that surprise you?-. Daera scoffed, passing behind her with a smile-. Daera, Tassy-, she stressed with her brows up, wanting her to call her by her name.

Tassy only shook her head, laughing. The princess turned around, being under the gaze of one of the other cooks. This boy was her age, and his name was Mendos. While cutting some vegetables, he stared at the princess with a hidden smile, looking at her from up to down.

-May I?-, Daera passed behind other of the servants, taking from him an apple he was just about to cut.

-All yours-, he just snorted a laugh, looking for another fruit. She smiled funnily, hugging the apple to herself as she kept walking through the kitchen. Soon, she becames aware of Mendos's eyes on her.

-Mendos-, she greets with a sigh, walking to him.

-Princess-, he mumbled with a little nodd, staring at her-. May I ask if you came here in the search of the fruit, or...-he blinks slowly, licking his lips briefly-...something else?-, he asks. Flirt was shining on his eyes.

Daera gave him a smile that was almost sad. She understood his meaning but, kindly, she rejected it.

-I came just for the fruit-. The princess answered with a giggle, pressing her lips, and slowly walking away. Mendos inhaled through his nose, and then sighed, nodding with a quick smile.

She walked away, and he kept attending the vegetables. Daera bit her lips a little, walking back to the door after saying goodbye to the cooks, who answered her politely.

Right when she outed the kitchens, Jace appeared in the hall, raising his arms with relieve when he saw her.

-Here you are!-, he says, walking to her.

-Op, someone is happy to see me-. She said, playing with the apple between her hands.

-My mother is asking for us-, Jace informs, walking at her side-. She is in her chambers-, he informs.

-To your lady mother's chambers then-, Daera nodded funnily. Jace huffs with a smile.

-Won't you eat your apple?-, he asked.

-Umm, no, it is for your mother, actually, I know how she fancies apples at this time of the day-. She shrugged simply. Jacaerys smiled at her for her kind gesture. She wrinkles her lips a little, looking at him-. Mendos thought I went looking for him-, she informs with a pity laugh.

-Oh-, he raises his brows-. Well, he is not to blame, I think. Many times before you have looked for him, to...entertain yourselves, wasn't it?-. He narrows his eyes, blushing a little. Daera chuckles, scrunching her nose.

-Indeed, indeed-. She whispered, nodding. It is truth. Mendos is one of the men she have had experiences with, as she have shared before. Before her last trip to King's Landing, they had a few encounters where they "entertained themselves", as Jace said. They used to fuck, to be clear.

-It's been quite a time since you last entertained yourself with your currents friends, Daera-. Jace points, curious-. He is not the only one expecting for the usual invitations, I have noticed-. He said. Daera gulps a little, shaking her head.

Her promise has been kept. She is waiting for Aemond. Her customs of lying with people of the island have been behind her during these months. No hands have touched her but the ones of her own.

-I got bored-. She simply said, shrugging. Jacaerys stared curiously at her, but made no more questions, not wanting to encroach her privacy and reasons.

He just nodded with a smile, like the gentleman he is.

Moments later, Jace grabbed the door's handle and opened it for her. Daera smiled at him, entering the room, which he instantly did too, walking behind her after closing again. Rhaenyra, seated on her balcony, turned her head to them, and smiled when seeing the older ones approaching to her.

-Mother, what can we help you with?-. Jace instantly asks-. Is it a cushion that you need?-, he pointed at the bed, almost heading there.

-I am only two moons, Jace, I think I can still fetch a cushion for myself-. Nyra interrupted him with a funny reproach, caressing her belly. Daera laughed, heading to the washroom of the chambers, and washing the apples with a bowl of clean water in there. She joined Jace, and they both walked to her, outing to the balcony too.

-Here ye have, princess-. Daera handed her the green apple-. Mayhaps you still can find yourself fruit too, but anyways-. She shrugged, and The Heir smiled receiving it.

-Thank you, Daera-. She nodded, glad. The girl smirked softly, nodding-. I called you because I need you two to receive the shipment from King's Landing-, she informed at last, pointing front-. Its at our shores already-, she says.

Jace and Daera looked front, just realizing that a ship was arriving to the island, having the Targaryen sigil on its sails. Maester Gerardys and a handful of servants were already waiting for it on the port. However, the princes knew it is always polite and kind for one of the royals on the island to be present when the ship arrived. So, instantly, they nodded.

-If you please-, from her chair, Rhaenyra smiled at them-. Fetching myself a cushion its easier than heading down the hill-, she scrunched her nose funnily, making them laugh.

-We are on our way-, Daera nodded, turning around and heading to the door.

-We will take care of it, mother-. Jace leaned front to smile at her, caressing one of her shoulders. Nyra smirked at her boy, nodding silently-...You want me to bring you that cushion, do you not?-. He whispered amused.

-Please-, Rhaenyra sighed closing her eyes. He laughed heading to the bed immediately.

Then, the princes abandoned the room, walking a little fast in the stone hall, now heading to the shore where the ship would touch land.

-Oh, I do hope there is a generous number of papayas on the shipment-, wished Daera with a big smile and Jace made a disgusted face-. What?!-, she screamed.

-They smell hideous after a trip-, he said, and she snorted-. Ah, Daera-. He snaps his fingers.

-Yes?-, she raised her brows. The guards opened the main doors of the castle for them, letting the sun and the wind to reach them.

-Could we train again, later on the day?-. He asked. She looked at him with a curious smile, with her mane now dancing due to the air-. I don't think I gave my full potential this morning-, he admits, somewhat shamed-. Do you think you have time to train with me?-, he narrows his eyes, hopefull.

-Of course I do, little warrior-. She snorts.

-Little warrior-, he mumbled rolling his eyes, amused-. Perfect, great, thank you-. He smiled at her. She smiled back at him.

-My princes, nice to have you here!-. Maester Gerardys smiled when he saw them approached. They smiled too, greeting everyone-. What do you expect the most from the shipment?-, he asked with a smile, crossing an arm on Jace's shoulders.

-Well, Daera here is expecting quite a feast of papayas-, the young boy answered, burlesque.

-Hmm, and Jace, on the other hand, expects nothing, for he does not know how to eat properly-, she smiled burlesque too.

Jace rolled his eyes while the rest laughed amusedly. Daera chuckled funnily, combing back her hair and closing her eyes, feeling the sun caressing her at every second.

Before long, the ship arrived at the port, and it was no silent greeting. The sailors from King's Landing to Dragonstone are always the same, so their faces were familiar as well as their names and the constant jokes they make while doing their job.

Not a second was wasted, and everybody began to take out the loads of the ship, carefully and with help. The princes also helped, doubtlessly, grabbind the wood boxes and louding them to the ground. The servants and some guards, then, took them to the inside of the castle, where they belonged now.

Jace combed back his hair, looking around the ship and resting a little. He felt the usual and constant looks on his brown mane, but he has learned to just ignore them. He looked for Daera, and he saw her grabbing a heavy box with the help of two guards. Jace bumped and instantly ran to help in there, grabbing another corner of the box.

A whole hour passed, and all of the loads had been successfully placed on the castle's kitchen. The servants, now there, started to make sure everything was fine and on its place. Jace, standing on the port, was looking around silently, appreciating the view from this place.

Daera, still in the ship, was looking at the captain, who was talking with two man of his crew. The princess bit her cheeks briefly, waiting for them to go. This is the first contact she has with people of the capital since she left. And she can not let them go without having an insight of what is going on in there.

The two man went away, and so she instantly jumped on her place, walking to him within a second.

-Captain Staros!-, she called with a smile. The old man turned to her, smirking too.

-Princess-, he made a polite courtesy with his head.

-Oh, no need, sir-. Daera curved her brows-. I wanted to ask you about the capital, if I may-, she sighed, playing a little with her fingers.

-As stinking as always, princess-. He said, and they both laughed amusedly-. Sure, any question, my lady-. He nodded politely. Daera smiled softly, inhaling through her nose.

-Perhaps you could tell me how princess Helaena, my cousin, is doing-. She asked, forbidding herself to ask about Aemond too-. She was supposed to grant us a visit, but sadly, I have not seen her-. She curved her brows a little, confused.

-Ahh, well, I have had no word with your cousin, I am afraid, princess-. Captain Staros answered. Daera pressed her lips, dissapointed, nodding-. Since she was announced to be with child, she has been living on her quarters, I dare to say-. He laughs funnily.

Daera's eyes open wildly, frozing when she heard the last part.

-What the fuck?!-. She screams in shock, surprising the Captain. From out the ship, Jace looks at her in the same way-. She- she is with child?-, her voice was thin, surprised.

-Yes, my princess-. The captains nodds with a curious smile-. 'Tis was announced a week after you parted, or two, if I am not mistaking-, he mumbles, moving a hand on the air.

-Thank you, Captain! Safe travel!-. Daera smiles at him, and she instantly shot out running. The man just scratched his head while laughing at her excitement-. Jace, Jace!-, she calls desesperated, quickly walking down the plank of the ship.

-What is it, what is it?-. He looks interested at her.

-Helaena is with child-, she rapidly murmured, reaching to him and holding his shoulders. Jace opened his eyes, surprised as well.

-Aegon's-, he whispered, scared. She nodded, gulping. Her eyes traveled around the floor, thinking a million things at once. And, suddenly, her lips began to smile, widely, curving her brows-...Daera?-, he narrows his eyes.

-I'm going to King's Landing-. She dictated, instantly turning around, and starting to walk-. Captain, I will scort you with my dragon!-, she shouts to the ship, and Staros smiled, clapping.

-What?!-, Jacaerys bumped, and followed her quickly-. Why, may I ask?!-. He reached her side, looking worried at her.

-I want to see Helaena-, she answered while looking front, feeling how happily her heart was starting to pound-. Only the gods know how she must be feeling now carrying Aegon's child, she shall enjoy my company-. She pointed.

-She shall, I am sure! But are you sure?-, he fears, following her.

In no time, they reached one of Dragonstone's hills, walking it up with a fasted breath. The wind starts to blow harder in here, so their clothes and hair were harshly touched by the wind, making them fly on their places while they advanced.

-I think this is rushed-, Jacaerys spoke with doubt. Daera looks at him with a pressed smile, fully relaxed-. I do not want you to go there, at least not alone, Daera-. He sighed.

They arrived to the hill's peak, where their dragons were nesting peacefully and calm. Arrax's head was resting on Syrax's back, both of them sleeping. The little Tyraxes was curled on the floor, scratchingt it with his claws, and Kalistrox was just waking up from his sleep, yawning bigly as feeling his rider approaching. Vermax squealed and crawled playfully to Jacaerys when seeing him.

-You know I can protect myself, brother-. She says, narrowing her eyes and looking at Kalistrox with a tender smirk, walking to him.

-That doesn't mean you have to be by yourself-, Jace pointed with seriousness, placing a hand on Vermax's chin, caressing it softly and making him to purr-. I will join you-, he decided.

-Jace, no-. Daera denied, turning around and facing him. He tsked, bothered-. My father isn't here and neither will I be. You stay here, taking care of your mother, our siblings, and our future sibling-, she placed a hand on his chest, softly-. Meanwhile, I will go meet our future nephew. It is a visit, it will not take long, I promise you-. She said-. I need you to stay here, prince-. She gave him a sided smile, raising her brows.

Jace looked at her, silent, pressing his lips with doubt and worry. Seconds after, he sighed, softening his shoulders and his gaze as well.

-Be careful-, he ordered.

-I will be so careful-, she mocked funnily, and he snorted. Daera giggled, taking his neck from behind and nearing him to place a sweet kiss on his brown hair. When they separated, he smiled softly at her-. So careful!-, she repeats, walking backwards.

-You better be!-, he pointed, seeing how Kalistrox lowered his neck and offered her one of his wings for her to climb.

Daera giggled, naughtily, seating on her saddle and grabbing herself to it with a smile. Jace gave a few steps back along Vermax, who roared while seeing how the golden dragon took of with huge flappings, raising quickly above of the mountain. Jacaerys narrows his eyes, looking up, and sighing a little.

Then, The Golden Ray, along a wild roar, flew right above of him, flapping freely and now ruling the skies of Dragonstone.

Jace saw how they flew away, also scorting Captain Staros's ship, which had already sailed and is making its way through the sea. Kalistrox roared loudly, making the sailors to look up, amazed at the golden beast on the sky.

Daera, as owner of the sky, now has the biggest of smiles on her face, feeling how fast her heart was beating, stopless. The excitement on her was immeseurable. She is on her way to King's Landing. She will see Helaena. She will see Aemond.

The princess laughed wildly and loudly, opening her arms at the sides of her body and bumping crazily on her saddle. Kalistrox roared sharply and longly, shaking his neck and flapping his wings, letting all the clouds to hear how happy his rider was feeling.

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The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms had her hands crossed over the table. Her lips were closed and her brows a little curved, silent. She, as well as the other members of The Royal Council, was listening carefully to Tyland Lannister.

-With every passing day, The Triarchy seems to grow stronger-, the blonde man was speaking with shame and seriousness, tapping his fingers on the table-. The men are doing everything they can, but The Triarchy has the advantage, as they have grown familiar with The Stepstones-, he was reporting. Otto blinks, serious, nodding briefly.

-We have word that a handful of ships sailed from Driftmark some nights ago, with the cause of supporting their lord-, the Grand Maester Orwyle spoke with a serene tone.

-Any word about him, from himself?-. Asked Alicent raising her brows-. It is as if Lord Corlys has become a ghost, or so-. She sighed anxiously.

-We have had no word about or from The Sea Snake, your grace-. Maester Orwyle denied softly-. Every matter regarding him seems to be on the blur, along other topics of The Stepstones-, he said.

Alicent signed briefly, nodding with a sorrow expression. The Hand of the King inhaled through his nose, proceeding to talk.

-As we have no insight, we might-

The doors of the room are suddenly open, shuting every word. All of the council turns their head to there, confused. Ser Harrold Westerling enters the chamber with a firm posture, seeming sort of agitated.

-Lord Commander?-, Otto looks at him, furrowing his brows.

-My lords, your grace-. The Lord Commander makes a courtsey to them and to The Queen, who was also confused. He looked straight at her-. Kalistrox has been seen landing on the Blackwater Bay, your grace-. He announced, and she instantly flinched.

-What?-, she asked, opening her eyes big. Otto blinks with full confusion, standing up of his chair.

-He flew above the city-, Westerlings says.

-Princess Daera is at the capital-, confirmed the Lord Commander with a brief nod. Lord Lannister smiled when hearing the fierce princess being named.

Alicent gulped strongly, placing her hands on the table and standing up. She saw her father already heading to the door.

-I beg you to excuse us, my lords, I shall welcome our unexpected guest-, she mumbled quickly, walking the exit as well, being followed by her swore protector.

The Queen and the Hand of the King, tensed, soon arrived to one of the welcoming halls of the castle. And when the doors were open, they found, indeed, the unexpected presence of the princess named before.

Daera turned around, facing them quietly. She narrowed her eyes and lifted a tiny smile, to then make a courtesy towards them, holding a giggle.

-Princess Daera-, Otto named, looking at her from up to down.

-My Lord Hand-, she smiled at him, almost tauntly-. My Queen-, she nodded to Alicent, who gulped and formed a smile-. You-, she says to Criston Cole, who did not even blink.

-To what do we owe this visit, dear niece?-. The Queen asks politely-. We could have prepared ourselves to welcome you, with a previous notice-, she says.

-No need-. Daera instantly denies, scoffing-. A notice would had been welcomed, indeed, in Dragonstone, about my dear cousin's apparent condition-. She smiled coldly, blinking slowly. Alicent looked away, sighing-. But who cares, right? I already know-, she tilted her head.

-The realm has many matters to attend, princess, it may be that perhaps the message got lost in the air-, Otto excused with a sided tiny smile, keeping their gazes locked.

-Ravens are not to always to be trusted, we agree-. Daera giggles with fake politeness. Cole wanted so hard to roll his eyes-. And, however, the point of my visit is not to blame anybody, I come with peace, as always-. She smiled.

-And what is the point of your visit, then?-. Alicent closes her eyes and smiles, forcing herself to, holding her own elbows-. The Hand and I have many issues to attend to- she informed.

-I shall steal from you no more time, aunt-. Daera smiled-. I am here to see my dear cousin, of course-. She then said, nodding.

-Ah...-Alicent clenches her teeth inside her mouth, smiling at her-. That will be no problem, niece-. She said, and Otto looks away, sighing-. Ser Cole will take you to her chambers immediately, so you can meet with her-. The Queen said. Daera nodded thankful-. I shall have Talya to ready your chambers-, she said.

-No no, that will not be of need-. Daera instantly said-. My visit is a short one-, she clears, though the idea sounded kind of tempting.

-Ah, good-. Alicent nodded politely.

-I would like to also pay a visit to my uncle, The King-, Daera raised her brows, smiling softly. Otto blinked slowly and Cole briefly looked away.

-I'm afraid your uncle is quite busy with his today's duties, Daera-. The Queen said, and the princess's brows furrowed a little, staying silent-. A next time, perhaps-, Alicent smiles.

-Hmm-, she nodded, siding a slow smirk.

-Well...with Cole you go, then-. The Green Queen pointed the way.

Daera smiled innocently, passing in the middle of all of them. Criston looked at Otto and Alicent, who silently nodded at him. The knight sighed through his nose, following the princess. Father and daughter stared at each other with discomfort.

The princess was now being scorted by the knight, who was just staring front as they walked. Daera, two steps behind him, was not attempting to make some talk. Instead, she was looking everywhere around, expecting to see someone. Her someone, to be clear. There was no trace of him, though.

So, she had to talk.

-No training with the princes today, ser Cole?-. She asked with a tone of desinterest, to make him think she did not care at all.

-No, princess-. He says, and nothing more. She tsked on her mind. She expected more information from him about Aemond's whereabouts-. We are here-, he suddenly stopped.

Daera furrows her brows a little, seeing the closed doors. She noticed these were not the princess chamber's, at least not the ones she saw on her last time here, when she came for Helaena on the night of their secret trip to the city. She hides her surprise.

-Very well. Thanks, Ser Criston, you were of so much help-. She directed her eyes to him. Cole looks back at her with coldness, having his hands on his belt. She gave him a tiny sided smile, amused by his neutral expression towards her-. Confess you missed me-, she taunted on a low murmur.

Criston stares serious at her, then he blinked and turned around again, silently walking away. She laughed maliciously, holding the handles of the door, and opening them, at last.

Daera entered the room with a pressed smile, looking around. When she looked to the balcony, she saw a maiden combing the princess's hair with delicacy and softness. She was calmly seated, playing with her fingers and staring at a wall, loose on her thoughts.

When the maiden saw the princess entering, she gasped a little.

-Oh, my princess-. She made a quick courtsey. Helaena turns her head, curious.

-No need, my lady-. Daera denied kindly, and then smile at the Targaryen girl, whose brows came up instantly-. Cousin!-, she sighs, walking there.

-Daera!-, Helaena gasped with a smile, planning on standing up.

-No no, stay there, I'm coming!-. She instantly said. The dearest laughed, surprise, staying on her seat. Daera giggles leaning front towards her-. How are you?-, she sighed, standing in front of her.

-You are back-, Helaena smiled, not answering the question-. Dyana, could you leave us, please?-. She looks at the maiden, who took a step back and nodded.

-My lady-, she made a courtesy, leaving the brush on one of the budoirs, and heading to the doors. Moments later, she was already out.

-Daera, please-. Happily, Helaena points to one of the chairs of the balcony. Her cousin smiles, taking her seat-. I was not expecting you, I would have waited you if I knew you were coming-, she said tilting her head.

-Well, I didn't know I was coming either, to be honest-. Daera laughed, confusing her-. At the contrary, I was the one expecting you to come and visit me-, she raised her brows. Helaena's furrowed hers softly, slouched on her chair-...I'm told you are with child, cousin-, she whisper.

Helaena breathed air in with force and slowness, opening her lips and nodding quietly. She stared down at her own belly, and Daera did to, smiling very softly.

-I found out a few days after you and your siblings left-, she answers, playing with her fingers-. I did try, to visit you-. She suddenly clarifies, raising her brows under the tender gaze or her cousin-. But my mother forbade it. She said it woule be no good for my babe to be riding such distances-, she sighs, smiling tired and quickly.

Daera feels her body tense on the chair, biting her cheeks from the inside. It all made sense to her. Alicent is the reason why she has not received a single visit from them in these months, of course. She used Helaena's pregnancy as the perfect excuse for her to not even think of flying to Dragonstone. Perhaps she was truly worried for her daughter, but is not probably her only motivation. Nevertheless, Daera decided to not mention any of her suspicions to Helaena, feeling no need of.

-Oh, I see, now I understand-. She sighed relieved, and her cousin smile, nodding-. Worry not, I am here now, and its what matters, oy?-, she tilted her head.

-Yes-, Helaena nodds happily. She places her hand on her belly, scrunching her nose with a little smile while feeling it-...I think they might be twins-, she says.

-Twi-? Oh Helaena, loveliest, but you are barely two moons in, how could you know?-. Daera curves her brows, laughing confused.

-I don't know-, Helaena laughs too, trusting herself-. I have...a gut feeling-, she shrugged, looking so adorable. Admiring her, the princess just nodded, smiling calmly while the soft breeze caressed her mane.

-May I know what has been Aegon's position, in all this?-. Daera asked, not hiding her annoyance when mentioning him. Helaena did not either, wrinkling her lips.

-Not caring-. She answered simply and dryly. Daera rolls her eyes blank, placing a hand on her forehead-. But now we have separate chambers-, she suddenly smiles, clapping softly.

-You do?!-, Daera smiles too-. I was wondering, about your new apartments, indeed-. She nodds looking around.

-Aegon said he wanted me to have my own space during the process, but I know he does not mean it-. Helaena said with a smile, not offended. Daera chuckled from deep her throat, curving her brows. Helaena smiled with her lips closed, tilting her head to the right, and then to the left-. Aegon is not the brother of mine you care for, anyways-. She whispers.

Daera gulped, forming a slow smile and directing her gaze down. She felt how her cheeks burned wildly. She started to nod, amused, looking up at her again. Helaena smiles, purely.

-I have not seen Aemond today, I am afraid-. She says. Daera felt her body shiver at the sigle mention of his name-. He is probably riding Vhagar. He rides Vhagar a lot, even more than before-, her brows came up.

-Does he?-, Daera giggled, feeling like a child in love when speaking of him with his sister.

-...My brother misses you-, Helaena whispered. Daera closed her eyes, biting her lips and gulping-. He tried to try to convince Mother of letting me go to Dragonstone. He said he would protect me, but Mother did not want to send him either-, she narrates with a soft voice, being well listened.

-That is fine-. Daera said-. That is more than fine, because I have made a decision-. She sits firm on her chair, gaining a curious face from her.

-Hmm?-, Helaena tilts her head. Daera leans front on the chair, offering her hands. She laughed curious, holding them and squeezing them softly.

-Given your mother's preoccupation of you riding Dreamfyre to Dragonstone, to visit me...-Daera sighs-...I will be the one, then, riding Kalistrox to King's Landing, to visit you-, she smiled.

Helaena raised her brows, excited.

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Vhagar came out from the clouds, growling lowly as she flapped her huge wings with calm and easiness. She shakes her neck a little, looking at the red castle that stood out between any other building of the capital.

On her back, seated in the saddle of it, Aemond had his eye closed, breathing slowly the fresh air that surrounded him. The one-eyed prince was all dressed in black, as usual. He felt the wind caressing his long hair, which was flying freely behind him.

He heard Vhagar growling softly. He sighed, tired, opening his eye again, and snapping his tongue at the thought of his ride being already ended.

Aemond looked down to the shore, finding a good spot to land. And he completely froze when he saw a golden dragon resting on the beach calmly, huge and divine. That was The Golden Ray. Kalistrox. Daera's dragon. His eye opened really big, and his heart gave a turn. Vhagar flew faster in that moment, feeling the growing aceleration on his chest.

-Daera-, he named, breathless.

Soon, his huge dragon landed, and he did not wait a second to get down, doing it carefully but quickly. When he touched ground, he looked at Kalistrox at the distance, who was licking one his wings, attending his own business. He seemed calmed, so nothing bad has happened.

Daera is in the capital.

Aemond breathed a smiled, and he instantly turned around, starting to run with quickness on the beach. Vhagar followed him with her curious gaze, and from his place, Kalistrox looked at her, letting out a greeting roar.

As he ran, a million thoughts crossed his mind. His heartbeating was going insane, as well as his breathing. His legs were shaking. This feeling was breathtaking and heartstopper. What is it? The last time he felt this nervous and excited was when he rode Vhagar for the first time, though is not the same feel at all. This was new, and it was all for her.

When he reached The Red Keep, Aemon had to easy every telling of emotion, not wanting anyone to notice his excitement. He dyed his face with neutrality, and walked firmly and hurriless. However, his throat was still pulsing. Stares and glances followed his every step, but he could not care less at the moment, just wanting to find out where his lover was.

-Aemond!-. He finds Alicent when turning a corner, and she instantly sighed, walking to him.

-Mother-. Aemond heads to her too, grabbing her elbows softly-. Mother, I saw Kalistrox on the beach-. He informs coldly-. Are they here?-, he mumbled with tediousness.

-No, not them-. His mother whispers with a sigh, shaking her head-. She is, by herself. She arrived some hours ago-, Alicent informed. Aemond blinks, imagining on his mind how it would have been if he saw her arriving from his balcony. Lovely.

-Why is she here? I do not remember any invitation being sent to Dragonstone-, he speaks with formality but obvious annoyance. He has to.

-Somehow, your cousin found out about Helaena's pregnancy-. The Queen mumbles, caressing his elbows unconsciously-. She is with your sister now, on her chambers, talking-. She sighs tiredly-. The gods know if she is trying to get my daughter to fly to that island-, she speaks nervously.

-Do not worry, mother-. Aemond calms her with a soft voice, causing her to look at him-. My sister won't be alone with her anymore, and Daera will not get into her mind-, he convinced her.

-Yes, please, go-. Alicent nodds instantly, letting her boy's arms go and sniffing her nose-. She might be leaving soon, for she said she was not to stay the night, so see that she leaves fine-, she asked for, whispering.

-Hmm-, Aemond humms, glancing at her one more time, and then continuing with his silent walk, now heading to his sister's chambers. He heard his mother mumbling some words, walking away from the other side.

He felt a sour punch on his chest when hearing she wasn't staying the night. That means she must be leaving at any moment now. He cursed himself for making his ride of today so long. If he had arrive earlier, he could have spend more time with her.

Aemond arrives at Helaena's rooms. He doesn't even thinks of knocking, and just grabbed the handle and opened up, entering with a contained sigh.

Helaena and Daera turned their faces when hearing such sudden entrance. The dearest smiled in an instant, clapping briefly.

Daera and Aemond looked at each other, at last. They felt how eveything on their insides moved crazily, burning endlessly. The princess raised her brows, and the one-eyed sighed, closing the door behind him, distracted. The silent was so deep, for they could not talk, to shocked to. Shocked by the sensation. They have never felt this relieved.

-Brother-, Helaena smiles big at him, nodding.

Aemond blinked, coming back to reality, or almost doing so, still mesmerized by her. She was moveless, on her chair, beginning to form such a warm smile towards him, feeling how fast her heart was beating. He lets air out, starting to walk, very slowly.

-Cousin-, she greeted in a murmur.

-Prin-, his voice came out as thin as a string-. Princess-, he instantly clears his throat, crossing his arms behind his back. Daera covered her mouth, laughing, while Helaena scrunched her nose-. Quite...quite a surprise, to see you here-. He said, reaching his sister's side.

-A good surprise, innit?-. Daera smiled, staring up at him. Aemond, firmly standing at the side of Helaena's chair, softened his eye. He couldn't hide a smile anymore. Slowly, and gently, he lifted his closed lips, staring at her, feeling little tears gathering on his eye.

-...A very good one, indeed-. He whispered, not ashamed of how thin he sounded again. Daera gulped, and she smirked so dearly, at him. Her chest, every time burning harder. She missed his voice so much.

Silently, while tapping her fingers on her belly, Helaena looks at Daera with a moved smile, and then looked at Aemond in the same way, not believing herself when seeing him with so much love on his lonely eye, not looking at anyone but their cousin.

-Why are you so far?-, Daera tsked, curving her brows and pointing at him. Aemond, nearly behind Helaena, gulped, taking air to talk.

-If anyone happens to enter, they would find it weird to see me near you-. He answered, speaking softly-. I am afraid that...that I doubt my capacity of holding myself, if I near to you too much-, he confessed, giving her a sided smile.

-Bloody hells!-, Daera laughed and looked away, covering her mouth with her knuckles. Aemond and Helaena laughed, seeing her kicking the floor briefly-. 'Tis wise, I admit, to know your weaknesses-, she sighed with a smile.

-I hardly see reluctance to my desires as a weakness-, he sighed and smiled too, shrugging. Helaena blinks widely, having thought that he would get offended by being called weak. But, no, he just joked too. Since when does Aemond jokes?-. Besides, I would not dare to disrespect my sister's presence with our doings-, he said.

-Speak for yourself-, Daera mumbled under her breath, looking naughty at him. Aemond laughed, low, and Helaena blinks big again.

-You can kiss-, she shrugged. They looked at her, and then look at each other, with fire dancing on their gazes-. I don't mind it-, she smiled.

-You are too kind, sister-. Aemond talks to her, but stares at Daera-. But our cousin will probably make sure to transform that kiss into something...-he let his words in the air, smiling.

-Not apt for eyes that are not of ours-, she completed with a laugh, which he responded. They were straight out flirting-. Something not appropiate for the child, over all-, she pointed at Helaena's belly, and she giggled.

Aemond smiles at his sister, and then blinks, beginning to nod when remembering what his mother told him before.

-How did you find out, Daera?-. He asks, interested. She tsked when he mentioned her named, after ages of not hearing him doing so. Yes, two months felt like ages to her, to both of them-. We didn't send word-, he pointed.

-Ah, I am quite aware you did not-. She nodded, and the siblings bit their cheeks a little shamed-. A shipment of food from here arrived to my home today. The captain is a good friend of mine, so when I asked why I have not enjoyed of my dear cousin's visit, well, he told me my dear cousin happened to be with child-, she sighs, amused.

-I am the dear cousin-, Helaena whispered to Aemond.

-I believe I understood that part-, he whispered back, and she smiled proudly. He scoffs lightly, staring back at Daera with some kind of remoserment-. Our visits did not go as we planned-, Aemond murmurs, and she laughs a little.

-Helaena already told me about the disagreements of your mother concerning the visits-. Daera nodds, and he does to, pressing his lips-. But...that is a problem Helaena and I might have already solved-, she said.

-We did-, she smiled, and Aemond narrows his eye, confused, looking at both of them. Daera smirked at him, raising her brows.

-'Tis I who will be visiting my dear cousin, instead-. She talks, and Aemond flinched on his place, opening his lips-. Once or twice a moon, I will be flying by myself with Kalistrox, and staying one or two nights with her during her pregnancy, to make her company and bring gifts from my island to my future nephew-, Daera speaks with confidence and firmness, staring at him-. Even when they are already born, I may still be visiting them, granting them the company of a loving aunt-, she giggles.

Helaena claps excited, turning to look at him.

The words he had just heard deserved to be written as a song, as the gloriest one of all of them. The idea shined on his mind, finding no mistakes. The only thought of seeing Daera every moon, even if it was one or two times, made him feel the luckiest man in the Seven Kingdoms. He looked at her, muted. Daera smiled funnily at him, feeling the same. He wanted to take her to his room, he wanted to finally kiss her, he wanted to fuc-

-Princess Helaena!-. A knock from the door made the three Targaryens to turn their heads to there.

Helaena looks at them, expecting some kind of permission to interrupt their talk. Both of them nodded.

-Come!-, she allows. Aemond instantly reafirmed his tight posture, crossing his arms again behind his back. Daera sniffed her nose and looked outside the balcony, glancing quickly at him, still smiling.

Three maidens entered the chambers, Dyana between them, courtesy at the same time, and looking at her princess.

-Princess, it is time for your milk bath-, spoke Dyana, softly. She and the other maidens noticed prince Aemond, how he was tensely standing at her side, looking silently at them.

-Ah, yes-. Helaena sighs, nodding. She turned to her cousin, who smiled softly-. I, I must bath now-, she informs.

-Then I wish you a good bath-, Daera stands up and hold her hands with a smile. Helaena smiled too, raising her brows-. Expect my visit, cousin, I will be returning soon-, she said.

-I will gladly expect you-, she nodded with kindness. Daera giggled, looking ashance to Aemond, and making her shoulders straight-. Have a safe flight-, she wishes.

-I shall-, Daera smiles, walking to the door, which the maidens had left open-. Until next time!-, she waved her hand, outing the room, and closing it behind her.

Daera pressed a smile, resting her back on the wall and crossing her arms, counting a few seconds on her mind. The door opens again, and Aemond comes out of the chamber, closing it, and looking at her instantly.

She blinked, and he did not.

-My mother asked me to take you to your dragon-. He spoke, walking without waiting for her. Daera chuckled under her breath, following him.

-What a sour task for you, cousin-. She sighs tiredly, glancing really quick to a guard that was walking near them in the hall-. I can gladly head by myself to Kalistrox, thank you very much-, she smiles.

-But you will not, because The Queen doesn't want you to-. Aemond snorts, always looking front-. Don't make this more hard-, he says.

The guard walks pass them, minding his own path.

-I am going to make you so hard-, Daera quickly whispered, leaning to his side. Aemon tighted his fists behind his back, forming a naughty smile.

-Let us see if you make me hard before I make you wet-, he instantly whispered back, looking around. She laughed maliciously, under her breath.

-Let us see if...-while she talked, Ser Criston suddenly came out from a room, noticing them instantly-. Shut up Aemond-, she quickly says.

-Do not command me, cousin-. He grunts annoyed.

The pretending game was at its finest. Why did it turn them on?

-My princes-, Cole greeted, approaching to them with a serious face, as always. Aemond nodded, and she did nothing-. Heading to somewhere?-, he asks to his friend.

-I am taking my cousin to her dragon so she could return home, at last-. Aemond answered burlesque, looking at her side ways. She rolled her eyes. Cole nodded, understanding his annoyance.

-I could gladly scort you instead, my lady-. He offered, wanting to help Aemond, who does not stand his cousin. The one-eyed and Daera flinched on the inside, denying quickly.

-It would be the same curse-, she smiled sarcastically, and Criston almost snorted.

-That won't be of need, Cole, I can take her-. The prince firmly said. The knight looks at him, narrowing his eyes a little-. The Queen's orders-, he added, serious.

At this, Cole sighed, understanding.

-Fly safe, then, my princess-. He nodded at Daera, who blinked boredly at him. Without saying anything else, he kept his path, walking away from them.

Daera and Aemond blinked, and continued walking with a blank silence between them, pretending to not be dreaming about the other's touch at that very moment, wanting it so badly, but still forbidding themselves to have any sort of contact.

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Vhagar and Kalistrox raised their heads when, at the same time, they felt their riders approaching.

Aemond and Daera had left the castle behind, and now they were walking silently, side to side, hiding the smiles they were desesperated to show. The one-eyed looked at her side ways, and she looked back at him the same way, siding a quick smile. He sighed, feeling his heart beating fast when she smiled.

Almost at the same time, they directed their gazes to the rocls of the shore, all dark and dirty. Both of them instantly remembered the last time they touched each other, the last time they fucked, right on those rocks, under a savage rain. They both shivered strongly, looking at each other again, still silent, still walking.

Then, they looked front, seeing how their dragons were now close to each other, in the sand, side to side, as them.

-Aja, Kalistrox?-. Daera mumbles funnily, looking at her golden boy, who growls softly while shaking sand from his neck.

Kalistrox moves his wings on the ground, flapping them very lightly, while Vhagar purred and stood up from the sand, growling lowly and looking up at the sky, then at his rider, openeing her mouth briefly. The Golden Ray's eyes pointed at the clouds too.

Daera stopped walking, curious. They obviously wanted to fly. Meanwhile, Aemond kept walking, turning his head to look at her.

-'Twas too impolite from you, cousin, to not give a prior notice about your visit-. He speaks, suddenly starting to climb Vhagar's ropes. Daera narrows her eyes, looking ashance to Kalistrox, and walking slowly to him-. You got my dear mother on her nerves because of the surprise-, Aemond says, reaching his saddle, and sitting on it with a smile. Vhagar shook her neck, breathing deep.

-Ah...-Daera nodds, sadly, climbing through Kalistrox's left wing. Aemond bit his lips, looking at her from his seat-. In Dragonstone we do not custom to "notice prior", I regrett to tell you-. She sighs, opening her legs and sitting gracefully on her saddle. Kalistrox growled, nailing his claws in the sand-...You should do something about it-, she shrugged, tauntly.

The prince narrowed his eye, staring at her daring and amused. The princes winked him an eye, raising her brows and shrugging, again, burlesque.

-Follow me-, Aemond said, grabbing his saddle's handles strongly-, and I shall show you some manners-, he smiled.

And, on that very moment, Vhagar grunted and raised her wings with extreme power, taking off in a second, and heading to the sky with her rider on his back. Daera opened her mouth and looked up, forming a wide smile. Her eyes gained a playful shine, laughing, and holding tightly to her saddle too.

Kalistrox didn't need to wait for a command, and he instantly took off too, leaving the sand behind and now kicking the air with his paws as he elevated on the sky, roaring loudly and sharply. His rider grunted, excited, feeling the air blowing on her face.

Aemond turned his head around, seeing how the golden dragon was quickly approaching from behind, Daera smiling above of him. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he felt how his long hair flew on the wind. He caressed Vhagar's back, looking front again and still laughing. The princess wrinkled her lips and pulled up the saddle's handle, giggling wildly. Kalistrox roared, instantly going up.

The one-eyed prince looked back again, confused when not finding them. And suddenly, the sun stopped touching his face when Kalistrox flies right in front of it. Aemond opened his mouth with amazed chuckles, narrowing his eye and seeing how the golden beast crossed right above of them, soaring in the air. Vhagar roared, harmless, playfully to the younger dragon, who roared back at her in the same way. He, then, flapped his wings quickly, gaining more speed, something Aemond witnessed with his mouth opened.

Kalistrox passed them, now being the one leading the way. And, victoriously, Daera placed her chin above her shoulder and looked behind, facing Aemond from the distance. She smiled at him with naughty, having all of her hair flying with the wind. Her cousin sucked his cheeks to the inside, smirking back at her while shaking his head from side to side. Daera's eyes blinked, hussyly, keeping them locked on Aemond's, who stared back at her with a closed smile and his eye wide opened.

The Queen of All Dragons and The Golden Ray flew freely and happily, contented because of the kind weather, but overall because how easy their riders were feeling at the moment. They could sense it, how much fun they were having. They knew, as well, they haven't feel this way for a long time. And now that they are together, every feeling is a joyful one. The meaning of that is easy to read, even for the dragons's eyes.

Daera raised her brows and looked back again, tightly holded to her saddle, breathless, and smiling. She saw how Aemond screamed something to the clouds, amused, but she did not hear. Then he looked at her, smirked, and winked. The fucker just has one eye, but he definetely winked, which made her sigh with weakness.

After his scream, Vhagar began to go higher in the sky, flapping her wings towards a heavy gather of white clouds that seemed cotton. Daera saw how Aemond pointed there, asking her to follow. She palmed Kalistrox back with an open hand, and he instantly flew higher, following the older dragon with a sharpen roar of curiosity.

Both huge dragons entered the big accumulations of clouds, dissappearing in there. Feeling how the wind was whisteling in her ears, Daera laughed closing her eyes and just enjoying the feeling, resting her head on the saddle. Aemond softened his body and opened his arms at the side of his body, caressing the clouds and laughing with his eye opened, looking at her. The princess opened her gaze, finding his, and laughing even harder.

Happy

Moments later, Vhagar was the first one outing from the clouds, letting out a roar when she did. On her back, Aemond smile, looking front. Then, Kalistrox came out too, and Daera's heart gave a big turn on her chest when she saw, in the middle of the blue Narrow Sea, a lonely island. Not just an island, but the island.

She gasped, smiling surprise, holding tighter to her saddle while Kalistrox fast flying started to descend, following Vhagar's steps. Aemond turned his head around, giggling when seeing her reaction. They smiled at each other, purely.

Very soon, the green she-dragon was landing on the sand, letting out a low growl. The golden one joined her in no time, near her side, landing with his two back paws and flapping his wings before land them too on the ground, purring when feeling such a warm and clean sand under his scales.

Aemond and Daera, from their saddles, looked directly at each other, gaining back their breaths.

The one-eyed prince climbed down the ropes, doing it quickly, while the princess walked down her dragon's wing, carefully to not harm him. With his chest coming up and down, Aemond walked towards the golden dragon with caution, offering her a hand that he raised slowly. Daera's brows curved, giving one last step, and taking his hand without thinking it twice.

And, at last, they touched each other.

They sighed deeply, shivering three times in a row. Aemond lowered his head with a tender laziness, leaving it hanging, but soon, Daera uppered hers, and their foreheads met warmly, resting on each other. They sighed one more time, she biting her lips and he biting his cheeks. Neither of them believed how good it felt, to be feeling the other again.

-Issa jaesa... [ My goddess... ]-. He whispered, with a High Valyrian full of yearning and passion.

-Aemond-, she sighed, weak. She took his other hand, gripping them dearly and placing them over her own chest, hugging them. Aemond gulped when feeling how deep her heartbeats were-. Nyke emagon mostriva ao [ I have missed you ]-, her whisper was thin, and dearly.

-Sīr emagon nyke [ So have I ]-, Aemond murmured, raising his hands to meet her hair and caress it. She smiled, relieved and sad, thinking of how many times she yearned for his touch-. My heart has not been beating properly, since you left me-. He whispered lowly, skimming his nose with hers.

-My love-, she tsked above of his lips, feeling their breath-. Neither of ours have...-she denied. He moved his interwined fingers over her head, touching her white strands of hair-. I was't expecting to miss you so much I couldn't breath-, the princess confessed.

-We both are surprised by our feelings then-, he whispered, and they both giggled lowly, now staring at each other from close. Daera's lips trembled a little, smiling at him. Aemond smiled too, losing his ten fingers on her wild mane.

A strong sudden wind makes their clothes and hair to fly for a few seconds. Twas due to Vhagar and Kalistrox, who took off again towards the sky, wanting to keep flying and to give their riders some privacy. They flew, on their way to enjoy the clouds and the sun.

Aemond closed his eye when feeling Daera's hand cupping his jaw, doing it so softly and tenderly, ending the distance between their lips. A proper kiss was finally given, shared by them with slowness. Both moaned and sighed shakily, hugging each other tightly before such feeling of belonging and passion. The princess licked his mouth, and he opened it, letting her in, and also entering hers too.

The prince sighed hugging her back strongly with one hand, having the other still on her mane. He moved his head from side to side, not having enough of her taste, and she was not complaining of his intensity, also digging deeper and deeper between his lips and tongue, moaning constantly.

-My goddess, my goddess-. He mumbles with a fast breathing pace, separating from the kiss. She licked her lips, smiling sillied at him-. This reunion of ours is deserving of a toast, do you not think?-, he asks with a smirk, caressing her hair.

-Ahh, is my prince willing to drink before the sun goes down, for me?-. She asks with fake surprise, gasping. He giggled taking her hands again-. I appear to make quite the effect-, Daera taunts, scrunching her nose.

-You do-, he purred to then give her a pull, and kissing her again. She chuckled happily, grabbing his cheeks.

A few moments then, they arrived behind one of the hills, handheld. Daera smiled when she saw his coffer, still in the same place. He smirked at her and headed there, taking her with him.

-I have a surprise for you-. Aemond talks, proudly, opening the coffer under her curious gaze. In there, she saw the same things as the last time. Books, wine, fruits, cups and a new coat. She smiled when looking at this last one, remembering the one that she now owns-. There-, he pointed inside. She narrows her eyes.

-Halt, what is it?-. She mumbled, confused. Aemond just smiled, wanting her to find out-. Is it...? Ah! Fucking hells!-, she suddenly squeaked, bumping on her place and looking at him, who laughs excited-. For me?!-, she asks.

-Indeed!-. Aemond nodds, taking out the two golden cups of the coffer-. Your own goblet!-, he handed it to her with a smile. She covered her mouth, laughing surprised.

-You fucking!-, Daera takes it, wearing a huge smile on her face. Aemond's eye shines purely, giggling and nodding, so happy for seeing her happy-. Thank you!-, she sighs, hugging the cup.

-I told you you were coming back-, he mumbled proudly, tilting her head. She smirked, moved-. Our cups shall be here until eternity, to toast all of your visits-, he dictates, nearing to her.

-All my eternal visits-, Daera whispers, smiling. He hummed and laughed, looking down at her with such a bright shine on his gaze, just as hers-. I believe wine can wait-, she doubts.

-Wine will wait-, he decided, suddenly grabbing her waist and lifting her from the ground. Daera laughed letting the cup fall on the sand and hugging to his neck. Aemond grunted, funnily, closing back the coffer and placing her in there, taking advantage of its perfect hight.

He rested his forehead on hers and she opened her mouth in a sigh, seeing how he grabbed her thighs tightly. When doing that, Aemond blinks slowly, feeling something underneath the dress. He looked at her, and she smiled coquettishly, nodding. Not wasting a second, he raised her skirt, uncovering all of her legs, and found the leather belt she was wearing on her left thigh.

Aemond gasped, feeling how his cock moved in his pants when seeing it. Daera didn't even give him a chance to speak, grabbing his head and making him to look straight at her, just centimeters away.

-You do not know how many times I have come on your belt, cousin-. She whispered on his ear. Aemond opened his mouth, breathing heavily because of the confession-. All this nights, since the last time I saw you, it has been my lover, and your coat my sheets-, she said, and he grunted.

-If that is how it works, then your name is already mine, and my hand one of yours-. He mumbled lowly and deeply. Daera moaned closing her eyes, directing her hands to his back and pushing him closer-. I have touched myself an infinity of times, with you on my mind, goddess-. Aemond purrs on her neck, beginning to kiss it-. All of my cum looking for you...-he bited her shoulders, and she flinched with a moan-. My cock, searching for you-. He sniffed her chest, lowering his height while he traced down kisses over her dress. She smells like dragon and the sea. The perfect combination of a Targaryen and a Velaryon. Daera groaned deeply, grabbing his head and seeing how he was going down-. I...starving for you-, he caressed her thighs, kissing the inner of boths.

-Aemond-, she sighed thinly, caressing his hair and caring to not move the eyepatch-. Show me how much you've missed me-, she whispered looking down at him. Aemond uppered his eye, slowly bending his knees while still caressing her thighs, massaging them-. Show me, my love, how hard you hunger-, she groaned, moving her hips briefly.

The prince clenched his teeth, lowering his eye with pause. He now was in the middle of her legs and her lifted skirt, which was still covering the most tasty part of her. Daera smiled, tauntly, placing a finger under his chin and making him to look up at her, gulping.

-Let me see it-, he pleaded, whispering.

-You want to see it, my dragon?-, she mumbled, caressing his hair.

-I long to-, he moaned, biting his lips-...I need to-, he looked straight at her, blinkless. Daera bit her lips with a smile, grabbing her skirt, and wrinkling it in her fingers. He gulped, looking back at there.

-I can never tell you no, it appears-. She says, moving her legs, and pulling out something from down the skirt. He moaned when seeing her undergarment, silver silk. Aemond took them, helping her to take them off her legs. He neared them to his face, kissing them softly, and making her to moan at the sight-. I will always spoil you-, she promised, slowly uppering the skirt, fully.

And, with this, her womanhood was uncovered, letting him see it. Face to face.

Aemond's eye was hypnotized by the now naked femininity of the princess, who subconsciously let out a little gasp when she saw the desire he was watching her with. It was as if he was hungry. And, the gods help her, he looked like he wanted to eat.

-Oh, Daera...-he sighed.

-It's all yours-, she mumbled, shakily. He looked up at her, having his throat afflicted.

-Has anyone ever taste it?-, Aemond asked, so lowly, being barely heard. At the same time, he place his left thumb in there, softly rubbing.

-Seven fucks!-, she gasped with a big smile, grabbing his head. He laughed, naughty, biting his lips and staring at it-. Oh fuck...I have been dying for you to touch me-, she confessed, breathless.

-Answer me, Daera-. Aemond asks raising his brows.

-No one has ever taste me-, Daera instantly answered, and he flinched-. You'd be the first one, and I want you to-, she pleaded, opening her legs more than before.

And, with a shiny look, Aemond tilted his head, teeth clenched, now seeing the purple-eyed princess's womanhood completely. He has seen it times before, of course, but he never got tired, and besides, he had never seen it from this angle. This has been his dream, during all this moons, all this nights.

-I am so honored...-he whispers, squeezing his hands on his cousin's thighs, and then beginning to lean his torso forward, as well as his head. Daera had left her eyebrows raised, static, but a low and surprised moan from her caused them to drop suddenly when she, out of nowhere, felt a tongue run slowly through all of her femininity.

He let out an equal moan, trembling, and sticking his hands closer to her thighs. He tilted his head further forward, and ran his tongue over there again, this time with an even slower manner, savoring her carefully. Daera arched her eyebrows, hunching her back and looking down with incredulous pleasure. Aemond nailed his eye on hers, having his mouth whispering sighs and drawing figures with his tongue on her womanhood, adoring the taste of it. He opened his mouth again, and his tongue licked again, causing them both to moan.

She swore in High Valyrian, laughing breathless and moaning. That was music to him.

The prince growled, and then joined his lips to the womanhood's ones, beginning to move them as if it was a casual kiss, but this was nothing casual for her, who in a muffled groan placed her hands on each side of the coffer, opening her legs further, and opening more before him, who thanked him with a new stroke of his tongue on her cunt.

-Gods! I...I would never imagine!-, she talked in the middle of moans, losing her fingers on his hair.

-Am I doing good?-, he separated for a second, looking up at her. His hands were hugged to her thighs. The princess laughed, bemused.

-Are you doing good? Do I need to be clearer, my prince?-, she scoffed, looking down.

The prince smiled and, without breaking their eye contact, he returned to leave a prolonged kiss on her core. This caused the brown-skinned girl to open her mouth in a loud gasp, leaving her eyes fixed on his as he returned to taste her crotch without any kind of stopping. She was already so wet, dripping on his lips, making them to drip too. The feeling made him insane, moaning over her hole, which made her scream and laugh surprised.

Aemond chuckled too, driving her mad, and then lowered his eye again. He dedicated himself to burying his face more in the femininity, filling it with his warm breath, a dragon's one, and kissing her as if they were the very lips of her mouth. Daera squeals, lustfull, beginning to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing both on the coffer and on the one-eyed's mouth, who pressed his tongue against her clit strongly, making her to let out a startled gasp of pleasure.

Aemond groaned, remembering all of the pages he has read of how to tame a woman with the use of the tongue, as his books from the Citadel says. His heart was beating fast, hoping she was really enjoying his doings. And so, he started to move his head slowly from side to side, licking and sucking through all the possible parts of the womanhood. Daera grabbed his hair tighter, clenching her teeth and moaning sharply. At that moment, she quickly turned more wet, submissive to his expert tongue, which was starving, and did not want to be separated at any time.

I am doing good , he realized.

With her lips bitten hard, moaning stoppless, Daera directed her hands to the back of his head and pushed him even closer to her, causing the touch to become even more intense. He laughed at her despair, and that laugh only made her squirm on a gasp, having felt quite unbelievable.

-Oh gods, fucking gods-, she gasped softly, with her brows furrowing because all the movement in her crotch.

At one point, Aemond let out a low moan, and suddenly, he placed his hands on her hips, grabbing them, and lifting her from one moment to the next. She gasped, confused, but letting him to do whatever he wanted. Oh, and what did he want to do? Well...

She breathed heavily, now completely lying on the bare sand of the island. Daera smiled and groaned when feeling all the warm sand under her, but she was felling more the heat of her whole body, which intensified even more when she saw how he walked on her elbows and knees until he was once again in front of her crotch, now looking into her eyes.

They both blinked.

-Are you enjoying it?-, he asked with a raised eyebrow.

-Go on, stop asking!-, she growls, wrinkling her brows-. Are you nervous, is that it?-. Her eyes narrowed, amused.

-The last time I waited so deeply for something was when I was a kid, wishing for a dragon-. He narrates, breathing fast, looking around. His mane was so disheveled-. Now I have the dragon, and now I wish for you-, he says.

Daera smiled when he looks at her again.

-So yes-, he tilts his head-. I am sort of nervous-, he confessed. His lover laughs funnily, resting her head on the sand. He smiles with the same amusedment, licking his lips-. Open up-, he ordered with a playful murmur, cocking her head. Oh gods.

-Open me-, she challenges with a laughing growl, speaking through clenched teeth. Aemond smiled.

He complied her request and, after placing his hands on her knees, he jerked them apart, taking her legs in two completely different directions, and allowing him to see her drenched feminity again. She smiled, and observed how sillied he looked before her, mesmerized why her dripping cunt. Aemond licked his lips, as if it was his last meal in front of him.

-My dream-, he muttered, and suddenly he leaned himself down again, hugging her thighs, and stamping his mouth on Daera's core again, who hurted her own throat with a strangled moan that contained an insane pleasure. She opened her eyes big towards the sky, staring at Kalistrox and Vhagar.

Aemond moaned, insatiable, keeping his eye closed and licking unrestrainedly over the entire area. His chin, jaw, and all of his cheeks were seriously getting all wet, allowing him even more mobility and freedom, and giving even more satisfaction to the princess, who was not breathing well anymore. Her back was strongly arched and her hands were going back and forth on his hair, tightening it.

He is loving that. He is loving her every moan, her every laugh. Her cunt, for the gods's fucking sake.

Out of so many things that he would have imagined, he never thought that this would give him so much, so much pleasure. Daera was the one moaning all the time, indeed, but at this very moment he has one powerful erection that throbbed and grew more and more with each lick and kiss that he gave to the princess. All of this days, dreaming, waiting, keeping themselves to themselves are really paying off. The feeling of the moment was godlike.

She, yelling on the sand with his pretty mouth between her legs, tasting everything, with no one to hide from. At fucking last.

Daera chuckles, bemused, hugging Aemond's back with his legs, and pulling him even closer, making him laugh too. She felt his tongue pushing into her entrance, and it caused her to bite her own hand in a wild moan that she could not held back. He began to bring his tongue in and out of her, sometimes going back to licking all over the place, and then diving back in such a wet cunt, driving her completely crazy. The princess cried, she honestly did, closing her eyes strongly and sobbing with pleassure.

-Oh fuck! Aemond, I am...-she whispered in a small voice, twisting her body on the samd, not knowing what else to do before The One-Eyed Prince's glorious mouth. He was not stopping even for a second to take a breath, and kept licking, tasting and kissing all over her core and its surroundings. Air was his last need right now.

With her chest rising and falling uncontrollably, Daera grabbed her own toes, directing them into the air, and lifting her legs completely up. She surprised him with her sudden flexibility, but he never stopped sucking and licking, and she did not stopped moaning and screaming. The prince hummed, closing his eye, feeling how his cock was nearly breaking his pants for being so hard and needy. Nevertheless, he continued eating her out, now with more accessibility due to her lifted legs.

-I could swim in here, doll-. He says breathless, separating for a brief second. He instantly returned, while she laughed exasperated, wrinkling his hair on her ten fingers.

-Better do it now then, love, cause I am- fuck! I am coming-, she whispered thinly and fastly, arching her back harder.

Moving his head up and down, Aemond ran his nose across her like the wind pushing a cloud, gliding seamlessly from side to side. His tongue was getting faster, and the same thing happened with Daera's moans and breath. Her throat all ached when she moaned shrilly, digging her nails into her toes as she watched the focused prince eating all the way down her, making himself harder and harder. The princess began to feel herself rising to the heavens, if they even exists.

He moaned with pure pleasure, rubbing his tongue all over the place, sometimes putting more pressure than others, but always keeping their moans at the top, not keeping quiet at all, not minding that the dragons heard them. They were the only ones who could.

Daera began to yell unintelligible words, curving her eyebrows with force and letting her toes fall, resting on his back and squeezing his head between her legs, without hurting him. He, letting out an agitated moan, opened his mouth wide, giving her a gigantic kiss that covered all of her cunt. Aemond closed the moment with a buttercup, concluding with a sensual and slow bite on his lover's clit, squeezing it between his teeth with great pleasure, and humming lowly against it.

This made her to completely explode. From one moment to the next, she reached a crazy orgasm, in which she arched her back into a complete upside-down "u", clenching her teeth with all of her might and holding back no swearings and moans.

-Seven fucking bloody hells, Aemond!-. Her voice broke strongly, sobbing. Two tears did really came out of her eyes while she came, twitching her body endlessly with her brows curved and her lips wet of saliva.

Aemond smiled breathless and, while she cried of pleassure, he separated his face from her cunt, and replaced it with a hand, inserting two fingers into her privacy and penetrating her slowly, causing her to cum with more wildness. Daera gasped sharply, sounding like a dragon, writhing in her place as she felt Aemond's fingers urging her to keep groaning.

-My fierce girl-, he mumbles, proud, to then plant a thousand kisses on the inner of her thighs. He admired how she foolishly moved her knees from side to side, trying to calm her breathing and giving short gasps out of nowhere, running her hands over his hair, now gently, looking completely silly-. My brave girl...-he pampered, whispering over her burning skin.

Daera, breathless, said nothing. Instead, she just reached his jacket's neck, and pulled him. He laughed naughty, not resisting, and crawling above of her until reaching her lips. They kissed hungrily, sighing against each other's nose. She tasted herself on his mouth, giggling cause the experience. Aemond hummed, grabbing her face. Daera, without breaking the kiss, moved a little, making him follow while still tasting her lips.

He ended up seated in the sand, resting his back against the coffer, and she took place just above of him, sitting on his legs and continuing with the kiss, caressing his wet cheekbones. Aemond sighs, entranced, grabbing her hips and making her closer. Daera gasped when she suddenly felt his erection.

-Aemond-, she names, looking down, finding how tighted the fabric of his pants were due to his hard cock. Tenderly, she laughed, and he sighed with a smile, caresssing her hair's points-. Why didn't you tell me, my prince?-. Daera asks, cocklily, resting her forehead on his.

-It was your turn-, he whispered with a smirk, blushing lightly. He opened his lips and then bit them, feeling and seeing how she began to take off his pants's threads, doing it so softly-. You just came...-he pointed, speaking so low.

-But, while we wait for your turn, I better keep you warm-. Daera murmured, entering her tender hands on his garment. Aemond gasped harshly.

-Yes please-, he instantly nodded, shivering-. You know how much I love that-, he gave her a quick sided smile. She laughed, letting out his big pulsing cock, which was leaking precum crazily-. Gods-, he gulps when seeing it, inevitably surprised.

-Fuck, Aemond-. She sighed, enchanted, caressing it softly. He twitched under her touch, almost kicking his head with the coffer behind-. Worry not, lover-. The princess whispered, kissing his chin.

-Lover-, he repeated the name, loving it.

Daera kissed him again. And, meanwhile, she began to sit on the cock, slowly sliding it into her cunt. She moaned with a smile, and he bumped in his place with a surprised smirk, closing his eye and grabbing her hips tightly. He groaned sharply, feeling like in a dream.

-Bloody hells-, Aemond sobbs with a smile, filling her fully and perfectly. Daera stayed quiet, biting her lips so strongly and placing her hands on his chest, caressing it while her brows furrowed and she sighed heavily-. You are...you are so warm, Daera-. He whispered, relieved.

-And yet, I felt so cold during this moons, Aemond-. She confessed with lament. His brows curved, breathing slowly while staring at her eyes-. It...it has been a frozen hell, without you, and I hate it-. Her words were resented, but not towards him, but the situation itself.

-I have been no better, I admit-. He whispers back, caressing her hips under her dress, feeling his hands burning in there-. Since you left, I have been feeling...-he silences himself, gulping, almost seeming ashamed of his words. Daera curves her brows and caress his cheeks, looking at him.

-Do not forget you can talk to me-, she remembers with a murmur, tender. With this, he gulps again, now with confidence, nodding. He felt the trust he has not felt since the last time they spoke.

-...Incomplete-, he confessed, shy. Daera felt her chest warmer, and she sighed, breathless, giving him a sided smile. Aemond blinked, ashamed, and then she leaned foward, touching their foreheads, and caressing his cheeks with her soft thumbs. He couldn't hide a tiny smile, humming lowly when having her so close. He has been craving for her for so long.

-I am relieved to not be the only one-, she confessed as well, surprising him. He opened his eye big, reading her expression, quickly noticing that she gulped with some sourness. For a moment she seemed lost on her thoughts but, when she became aware of his curious gaze, she smiled again-. Now, my prince...-she purrs, starting to rock her hips on his cock.

-No-, Aemond instantly interrupted her, making pressure on her hips and making them stop. Daera opened her lips briefly, silent-. Something troubles you, I can see-. He whispers interested, seeing her gulping again. Now she was the one ashamed, and that made him sigh-...Daera, you can also talk to me-, he remembered, so tenderly. She curved her brows, kind of embarrased-. You can trust me-, he promised.

-Do not doubt that I do-, she instantly pleaded, and then sighed, biting her lips nervously. Aemond watches her with patience, caressing her hips with his thumbs, not desesperated to bury his cock deeper in her. He wanted to listen-. As you can remember, Helaena is not your only sister with child, at the moment-, Daera says. He nodds, not hiding a tedious expression when thinking or Rhaenyra-. Aemond-, she reproached.

-I am listening-, he raised his brows, erasing the face. Daera tsks, looking straight at his eye-. Talk, precious...-his voice was honest, and so she sighed.

-For some reason, I had never think of the possibility of my father having another child, her child, which is the reason I have been feeling...-Daera looks at him, silent, and his gaze by itself, so attentive, gave her courage to keep talking-...weird-, she completed, embarrased.

-Why weird?-, he asks with honest confusion-. I may be mistaking, but you seemed quite happy when they gave their announcement, on our last supper-. He remembered, also recalling how he felt nothing before such announcement.

-And I was! I am!-, she instantly insisted, bumping a little. He bit his cheeks and nodded, ignoring how his cock felt under her brief movement-. But, the thing is that...the last pregnant woman I lived with...-her voice goes lower, and he tenses a little, knowing what was coming-...died on the flames of your she-dragon-. Daera recalled, feeling how her eyes lost a little shine. He saw that too.

-Goddess-, Aemond whispered, closing his eye and sighing heavily.

-My father and Rhaenyra have been really focused on the pregnancy, and I don't blame them, of course, but...-Daera narrows her eyes, looking for the right words-. I lost my mother, and my sibling to be that time-. She whispered, gulping strongly-. And sometimes it seems I am the only one who remembers it-, Daera laughs dryly, raising her frows. She felt how her lips trembled.

-Your sisters don't grief?-, he asked lowly.

-They do!-, she quickly nodded, surprising herself when her voice broke. Aemond clenched his jaw, noticing the tears reaching her eyes. He wondered if she felt them-. In a different way they do, but I was the one out of us three who watched our mother burn, I fear-. And she laughs again, so sourly. He frozes in that moment, opening his lips with terror-. I was the one begging her to...to not do it...-Daera murmurs, weak-. So it- I guess it has always been different for me...-her tears trembled, not wanting to fall-...harder, perhaps-, she blinks, shameful.

She, then, felt two tears running down her cheeks, weting them. Daera gasped briefly, surprised. Aemond stares at her with surprise, but at the same time tenderness and quietness.

-I am afraid I am not the best comforter, Daera, I warn you-. He lowly whispered, and she giggled dryly, shaking her head and sniffing her nose, planning on telling him there was no need. She stops every move when he suddenly cups her head, grabbing it so softly-. But I am sorry-, Aemond whispered, and her lips flinched as well as her gaze-. I had no idea that you were spectator of that, I lament it deeply. I understand you did not need to see that-, he murmured. Sad, and comprehenssive.

-I...-she smiles quickly and breathless, looking at him with his lips opened-. I guess I didn't-, she admits, nodding briefly, sounding almost doubty-. But I think it was a needed experience, in some disturbing way-. Daera whispers, feeling the soft caresses on her face's skin-. Because at least I know I tried until the very final moment-, she smirks with tears on her eyes-...Even though I was not supposed to, huh-. Her expression is a sour one, but she also was smiling-. I thank it was me who weng out with father that night, and not Baela or Rhaena. I know they couldn't have bear it, so I am glad I was the one, even if that means that I grief deeper-, she confesses, honest.

-Hmm...-Aemond humms, thoughfull, passing his thumbs on her cheeks so dearly. He smiles at her, dryly too, with softness ruling his eye-. Then we both have been through pains that the others pity or ignore...but we are the ones truly suffering it-, he notices in a low tone. She looks curiously at him, smirking tinyly when glancing at his eyepatch-. 'Tis no longer a wonder why you understand me so good-, he points. That perspective made her feel something so new on her chest, some sort of uniqueness, towards him.

-A smart boy I have-, she said, a little funny, placing a hand on his chin and resting their foreheads together, once again. Aemond hummed, blinking with a hidden proud when she called him that. He looks straight at her, admiring her.

-I have heard tales, that you look just like your mother, when she was your age-. Aemond commented with a curious whisper, looking briefly at her lips. Daera gives him a small smile, flattered and sad.

-How I wish there was a way for me to know it for certain-, she says and he smiles funnily, scoffing-. My father says I do, my dear grandsires, Rhaenyra too, and even your mother has told me so-, her brows raised-. It's probably true then!-, she shows honest happiness, laughing for a brief moment. That made him smile, closing his lips and rising his cheeks with a little giggle.

-I bet it is true-, he promises, cupping both sides of her face with his hands. She sides a smile, looking at him with her cheeks a little puffy due to his pressure. He, like many times before, wanted to paint her.

-I miss my mother...-she suddenly confesses, speaking low. He nodds silently, letting her talk-. She was everything a daughter can ask for, and more. She was so, so...loving-, Daera sighs, bemused-. Her voice was so fucking beautiful, I still hear it sometimes, on my mind-. She admits, smiling tinyly and bating her watery lashes-. My mother had this way, with people, so easy, so honest. I believe it is why she and my father fell in love, they are so different...-the princess gulps with a nostalgic smile, looking at the sand for a few seconds-. Laena showed me some many things, about life and...about love-

Two more tears falls, and she sobbs, wrinkling her lips. Aemond curves his brows, tilting his head and looking almost desesperatedly at her, wanting to drew away her sadness. He felt the need to.

-I will forever be deeply sorry for your loss, my love, I will-. He whispers, passing his fingers over her warm ears. She sobbs again, crying so silently-. Can I tell you how...how lucky you are, Daera?-. Aemond narrows his eye, and she looks at him, curious-. Laena Velaryon sounds like a very formidable lady, wich I do not doubt she was-, he smiles tinyly.

-She was-, Daera sobbs so brokenly, smiling sadly at him while making her forehead dance against his. She felt so thankful for his words, needing them so much-. She was, Aemond...-she nodds weakly, smiling.

-Lucky you, bird, to have had such a loving parent-. The one-eyed prince talks, somewhat with his throat afflicted now-. I must admit to you that I have never posses that joy from...from my father's part, you know?-. Aemond whispers, deeply and lowly, gulping harshly. Daera curves her brows, surprised.

-Vi-Viserys?-, she names in a whimper.

-He despites me, Daera-. Aemond whispered, and she flinched, shaking his head briefly-. He might ignore all three of us, but for me he feels hate, I can swear it to you-. He dictated, so confident, yet so resentful, and sad. The princess whimpers, pitiful, looking at him through her tears. Soon, some few gathered in his eye as well-. Since I dared to go against his dear grandsons, since they maimed me and hurted me, The King hates me so much-. And so, he sobbed, shakily.

-I...I am so sorry, Aemond-. She whispered. He blinked, staring at her. She did not question his statement, even though he was talking about his very dear uncle. She has not invalidated his feelings. She believes him-. Know that you deserve no hate, my prince-. Daera whispers over his nose, warming it so much. He sighs, hugging his hips and moving her a little above of him. Both gulped-. If everybody could see you as I now see you...-she wished deeply, sighing.

-They never will-. He promised her. She tsked-. That would mean for them to understand me, and they never have, thus they never will-. Aemond denied. Daera closes her lips, looking at him with her teary eyes, which were now calmed, reading his gaze-. Until now, only you care to listen to me...-he pointed, not dissappointed, but proud.

-And you are the best conforter I know, remember that-. Daera whispers funnily, and he laughed from deep his throat, letting escape a little sobb again-. Oh, Aemond...-she narrows her eyes, staring amazed at him-. I always forbid myself to crying front of my siblings, and all my family itself, but...-the princess sighs-, why doing it in front of you is so easy remains a mistery to me-, she confesses.

-Another thing we have in common, my dear-. Aemons sighs, tiredly, grabbing the back of her neck with both of his hands. She chuckled under her breath, looking brightly at him-. I detest to shed my tears with eyes over me. All them eyes do is pigeonhole me in places where I don't belong, but yours...-he touches the surrounding of her eyes with his nose's poing, sighing, and she did too-...yours are a heaven, not a prision-. He denies. Daera breathes slowly, mesmerized by him-. Godlike, I say-. He mumbles.

-Well, damn it all, I say-. She speaks firmly, making him to furrow his brows with a curious smile-. Damn it, Aemond-. She grunts moving on his cock. He moaned surprised-. Time won't keep us apart again, I want to know if you are in this with me-, she points hin harshly.

-Do not wonder, I am in-. He instantly nodded, digging his nails-. What is our move?-, his eye narrowed.

-My visits to Helaena-. She says-. Twice a moon, I'll fly to King's Landing-, she recalls. He flinched on his place, having the feeling he had the same idea as hers.

-And afterwards, you'll fly here-. He mumbles-. We'll fly here!-, he instantly corrects.

-Exactly, my love-. She nodds proudly, and the prince smiles, gripping her hips harder-. My visits will be no secret to my family, so rush will not be of need-. Daera denies, calculating on her mind at the same time she talked-. With every visit, I will stay the night, and return to Dragonstone the nexts morrows-, she blinks fastly.

-That is what you will tell in Dragonstone-. Aemond talks over her lips, smiling-. But, in The Red Keep you will usually stay just for a day, even before night fall-, he shrugges-. But, in reality...-

-We will be together-, she completed with a dreamy whisper, holding tight his face.

-In the island-, he whispered the same way.

-Wherever the fuck we want!-, she grunted excited, beginning to rock her hips again, moving his cock with them. Aemond hummed, biting his lips with an excited smile to.

-Our master plan, Daera-. He murmured, hopeful, moaning. She groaned scrunching her nose, moving against his pulsing cock-. For us to cry, to lose ourselves, to talk, to fuck-. He listed in the middle of lustfull groans.

-Yes, yes-. The princess nodds, placing her hands on his shoulders, and starting to jum above his dick. That made Aemond to scream divinely, afflicting his throat and resting his head in the coffer-. Fucking hells, we fucking cried and everything, how are you still so fucking hard?-, she asks bemused.

-You make quite the effect-, Aemond whispered cockily, leaning front to suddenly kiss her lips. Daera laughed, victorious, hugging his back while jumping on his craving cock.

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