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the one she chose | aemond x helaena

(this is supposed to take place some point before episode eight, not at any point in time in particular. targaryen typical incest is referenced so if that's not for you, dni. simple as that.)

It wasn't uncommon for Helaena to receive her brother in her chambers at least once each day. It simply wasn't the brother most would expect to visit. On the rare occasion she and Aegon found themselves alone together it was almost always when he was deep in his cups, words slurring and feeling some desire to fulfill his marital duties. Those times had always been few and far between and since Maelor had been born almost nonexistent. She had never complained. Wedding Aegon had been her duty and she'd done so without complaint. But sharing his bed regularly had never been a desire of hers and she'd always been grateful he seemed to feel the same.

No, it was Aemond who found his way to her rooms most days, whether it be the sitting room to break their fasts together or the bedroom where he'd crawl in behind her and hold her in a tenderness she'd not known from any other. It was Aemond who would join her as she sat with her children, not necessarily affectionate but attentive enough in his own way. And it was Aemond that she gladly claim as a lover, the one she'd discovered her desires beyond simple wifely duties with.

It was midday when he came to her chambers, dressed in a velvet doublet with his hair tied back out of his face. She sat curled on the lounge, the soft breeze coming through the window behind as she made slow work of the embroidery in her lap. It had been several years since the guards had announced Aemond's presence when he would arrive, the prince entering with little pomp and making his way to where she sat.

"You smell of the training grounds," she said in lieu of greeting, eyes still on her stitches as the needle wove its way through the fabric. She could feel him sit next to her, the cushions shifting under his weight and her body leaning into his side naturally. "Did you make a mockery of every knight currently in the Red Keep or did some of them get to keep their dignity this morning?"

There was a gentle touch at the nape of her neck, calloused fingers playing with a strand of her hair lazily. "Ser Arryk found himself in the dirt and Ser Criston lost his morningstar but the others were left alone today," he answered, not trying to pull her from her stitchwork, simply watching the motions of her hands. They'd shared many a quiet moment like this one, had since they were children and keeping company with one another while the mother fussed after Aegon.

The silence settled between them, an old comfort they'd both been fond of for year. The fingers in her hair twisted the strand one way and then the other, her side pressing more and more into his as her head moved to rest on his shoulder. It was a comfort that made her wish, not for the first time, that Aemond had been betrothed to her those years ago. It was a warm blanket of ease that made the world a simpler place for her.

"Let's visit the dragonpit," Aemond said after they'd been sat together for some time, finally pulling her attention from the stitching as she glanced up at him. "You know Dreamfyre misses you and it's been too long since you've been in the skies. It's a clear day and the air away from court would do us both good."

"You know Mother will have words for you if you fly Vhagar anywhere close to King's Landing. The smallfolk fear her more than the others."

"Come with me and I can worry about Mother later," he argued, giving her hair a playful tug that pulled a crooked smile from her lips. "Come. I wish to see you on dragonback, Hel. It's always a sight to behold."

"Fine," she answered, setting her embroidery to the side and pulling herself up off the lounge. Her hand outstretched to him which he took without hesitation, standing with her and leading them both out into the corridor. "But when Mother comes harping about keeping peace with the smallfolk and not terrorizing them like the dragonlords of old, you shall deal with that and I shall leave you to her wrath."

"Whatever my lady desires," he teased back, a quick kiss pressing to her cheek as they made their way down to the dragonpit.