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Ashes of The Dragons

pairing: aemond targaryen x elaenyra velaryon (my oc)

summary: after six years and a dramatic event, prince aemond and princess elaenyra are brought back together.

warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, mature themes and language, uncle/niece incest, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), hand and finger kink, finger sucking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, soft and rough sex, valyrian fluff

word count: 8814

Ashes of The Dragons

"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue."

*

Elaenyra sat at the Painted Table with a book in her lap. The rough material of the leather was smooth beneath her hands, and the words on the paper, though in High Valyrian were clear in the common tongue in her eyes. In the distance on the island of Dragonstone, she could hear the faint roaring of Aenarys. The beastly dragon, though older, was still as temperamental as ever. Looking from the book on her lap to the window, she was hoping that her uncle and now good-father would be coming back soon.

Daemon always was kind to her, even when they had just met and he began teaching her the way of the blade and keeping her still wild dragon under control. He quickly grew to become a father figure for Elaenyra. Like her uncle, Aemond, Elaenyra claimed her dragon after the funeral of her aunt, Laena Velaryon. While holding the book in her lap, she also held the scroll from said uncle. It was the first one since the incident six years ago.

The door to the chamber opened, and in came her mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

"The conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jacaerys translated. Elaenyra had always grown superstitious about his Valyrian education, considering the possibility he would not absorb the knowledge very well. And he wasn't. Maester Gerardys resumed.

"Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis." He spoke. Though he spoke in Valyrian, Elaenyra heard it in the common tongue, much like the case with her book. Jacaerys exhaled.

"And landed at the Blackwater Rush." He said. Rhaenyra walked closer, hand on her pregnant bump and softly rubbing.

"Dranot." Rhaenyra corrected.

"Dranot. Dranot. Dranot. At the end?" He asked. Elaenyra chuckled.

"The mouth." Elaenyra corrected.

"Mouth! Ah, come on, Jace, you knew that." He groaned. Elaenyra looked at her mother and smiled. Rhaenyra placed her hand on her daughter's head and played with her braid, also smiling.

"Dranot. Dranot." Jace repeated. Rhaenyra walked from her daughter's side to the other side of the Painted Table.

"Dranot vilinio viartis." Gerardys repeated.

"Dranot. Dranot. Come on, Jace." He groaned.

"Perhaps that's enough for this morning," Rhaenyra said.

"No, no. I-I want to keep going." Jace said. Rhaenyra looked surprised, but let her son continue anyway. "Maester."

"Guesi misenakson Aegon undas." Gerardys said.

"Aegon... ordered that the trees should be... killed!" Jace cheered. Elaenyra again laughed at her brother.

"Felled. It is a related word." Elaenyra said. Jacaerys groaned.

"I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace," Rhaenyra said. Jacaerys huffed.

"A king should honour the traditions of his forebears!" He exclaimed. Elaenyra raised a brow at him.

"Unless you plan to depose mother and me, you have plenty of time to study." Elaenyra quipped. Jace fell silent. "Besides, you should have learned at the same time as me, and not just ways to command Vermax." Jace turned to her.

"Why is that?" He asked. Elaenyra closed the book and placed it on the table.

"I have a theory; when you are younger and learning a new language, the brain can absorb it much easier. Mainly derived from the brain's elasticity and rapid neural formation, or the critical period." Elaenyra spoke. Rhaenyra looked from her daughter to her son with a nod. Daemon walked in shortly after.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra quickly grabbed the book and scroll and left the room to the library. As soon as she stepped in, the servants had lit a fire in the large hearth. Though the fire was raging, Elaenyra grabbed the thick fur blanket hanging off a cushion and sat down with it draped over her legs, and placed the book back in her lap.

Opening it back up, Elaenyra looked upon the scroll that sat between two pages. Grabbing it, she began re-reading it.

Dearest Princess,

I do not think I have ever connected with any other person the way I have with you. When I picture you in my mind, that is when I feel it. The sudden sense of hope. You give me hope. You make any problem of mine melt into nothingness. No one else can do that for me but you. You are special.

Do you know that I have long loved you? It is most likely known by you, certainly your mother and mine, but I am going to say it again. There are no lies in these words, not one at all. Your smile has kept me alive. It is the one reason to keep me fighting. I would give you my soul for comfort, even if it leaves me dark and cold.

It feels like I have to once again greet you with goodbye.

Yours always,

Aemond

Oh, Aemond. Elaenyra set the parchment down and looked into the flames. Through the flames, she could see recollections of her memories with Aemond. From being infants and attending lessons together, to growing up together as close friends and claiming the largest dragons at the same time at Driftmark. Aenarys was closer to Vhagar than Meraxes, though he was the brother of Queen Rhaenys' dragon.

"You seem quite a contempt to lecture your brother." A voice said. Turning her head to the source of the sound, was Daemon walking into the library and sitting in the chair next to her.

"Care to explain what you mean?" Elaenyra jested with a smile, to which Daemon responded with his own.

"Your intelligence will be remembered, my dear," Daemon said. Elaenyra looked at him, softly smiling and leaning back in her chair, sighing in contentment.

"Maybe the only thing I will be remembered for. Other than my father is 'The Rogue Prince' and has proved himself to be a menace." She said. Daemon agreed.

"And the person who will wield Dark Sister after I die. You will use it to defend those who need it; innocents, family, and those who must prove themselves." Daemon said. Elaenyra chuckled.

"You have faith in me with a blade like that? A blade like that and the dragon I have, perhaps you are right, I will be remembered as what you said." She said. Daemon nodded.

*

Targaryen relics in the Red Keep were gone. In their place was Faith of the Seven propaganda. Seven pointed stars and the erotica on the walls were removed. It was shameful. The room she was given was no different from the one she stayed in when she was a girl: red canopy silks, a plethora of bookcases, and large windows. A raging fireplace, and a clear view of both the sea and the streets of the grand city. Elaenyra stood at the door leading to a balcony, closing her eyes and sighing as the breeze from the sea ran through her hair.

"Are your quarters comfortable?" A voice asked. Turning, she saw Ser Criston Cole. She had heard stories about him, and what he had done at her mother and father's wedding; killing his paramour. And the words and actions he has spat against her mother.

"Yes, Sir Criston. Thank you." She said in a soft tone. He nodded before continuing. Though he may have committed questionable acts, Elaenyra still kept up her kindness to him, in hopes of swaying his opinions. It would later prove futile.

"You have been summoned by Princess Rhaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly nodded and he held the door open.

"Thank you, but an escort will not be necessary, Ser Criston." She said and walked past him. He nodded. Walking the corridors, her fingers caressed the old brick walls. Under her fingers, she could feel the ages pass by her like the sea breeze. She continued walking until she saw a man with long ivory hair and a black eyepatch. Looking at him, she recognized the boy who was the dragonless prince, Aemond Targaryen. He walked past her without a word, until she turned back to see him looking at her with a smirk on his face. Her limbs froze under his eye, and memories flooded through her. From the times when they were children talking about the greatness of dragons to silently exchanging kisses in the corridors. And especially to him losing an eye after claiming the great she-dragon, Vhagar. In his one eye, she could see a glint of surprise and disbelief at her presence. She turned her head forward and continued walking towards her mother's chamber.

Approaching the heavy door, she knocked and opened it. Inside stood Rhaenyra in a lavish gown and her good-father sitting next to her. They were talking about Viserys I, and from the conversation, Elaenyra could estimate that his condition has worsened terribly.

"Mother," Elaenyra called. Rhaenyra smiled and approached her daughter, wrapping her in a hug.

"You seem tired," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed.

"That's a lot coming from you." She pointed out and rubbed her mother's stomach. Rhaenyra chuckled.

"Well, you came in on dragonback. Long distances like that can be exhausting." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed once again, making Rhaenyra smile at her.

"Anything to make Alicent tremble," Elaenyra spoke in Valyrian. Rhaenyra shushed her with a smile.

"You need to rest for the time when the petition arrives, and wash up little one. You reek of dragon." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra went to speak up, but the sound of knocking interrupted her thoughts. The door opened revealing Aemond.

"Princess." He bowed his head.

"Aemond." Rhaenyra acknowledged. Aemond stepped in.

"If I may, could I steal Elaenyra away for a bit?" He asked. Rhaenyra looked from the ivory-haired man to her daughter and nodded. Elaenyra approached Aemond, letting him raise an arm to keep at her back as they walked out of the room. 

*

The walk was quiet, just the sounds of feet on the stone floors and their breaths. Aemond's arm went from her back to linking with her arm, and the feeling of his cool leather tunic against her skin made her shiver. Aemond stopped the two of them and looked out one of the many windows. Elaenyra stood by his side as they looked out at the sea, seeing Vhagar and her dragon, Aenarys flying together. Very suddenly Elaenyra was overtaken by an image playing in her head. 

"The ages will turn them to stone." She said out of the blue, making Aemond hum in question.

"I saw it so clearly. The next hundred years. The dragons will be dead, and the house of the dragon will be left to only a daughter. The remaining dragon eggs will turn to stone and never hatch. That time will come sooner than I think it will." Elaenyra responded. Aemond looked at her, curiosity in his eye, he reached his free hand to her and delicately held her hand, his fingers playing with hers before they finally conjoined their fingers.

"You've grown." He said. She chuckled.

"As have you," Elaenyra said with a smile. The two continued through the castle. The air was silent, but peaceful to both of them. Even as they approached the Godswood and stood beneath its leaves. Elaenyra stepped forward and stood by the bark of the tree. Aemond stepped back and watched her crouch before it, hand placed on the bark.

"This may be the only place in this blasted castle that will bring me any form of comfort." She said. Aemond watched as her eyes closed and she breathed in the air. Aemond was not afraid to admit to himself that he stared at her, and even more that he felt everything around him pause as he watched the wind blow through her hair.

He only stopped when he realized that her other hand had dug into the earth on her side. And the vein making itself known on her neck and forehead.

"Are you-" Elaenyra stood abruptly and walked towards Aemond.

"For the King's suffering, did the maesters prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?" Elaenyra blurted out. Aemond looked at her with shock, before she heavily exhaled and placed a hand on her forehead.

He approached her and grasped her hands.

"Is that what worries you?" Aemond asked. Reluctantly, she shook her head.

"What worries me is that the home I have grown up in has become a shell of what I remember. I was excited to come back, but everything has changed and home no longer feels like home." Elaenyra said. Aemond rubbed the back of her hand and sighed.

"I agree with you on that matter. I have also felt a little out of place here a brief time ago." He agreed. Elaenyra looked up at him with a raised brow and a smile.

"Brief?" She questioned. Aemond chuckled and leaned his head forward, placing his forehead on hers.

"Before I was told you and your family were coming back. Until then, the only thing that brought me comfort was being on Vhagar's back." Aemond admitted. Elaenyra chuckled.

"I remember your first ride on her," Elaenyra commented. Aemond scoffed.

"I would hope you remember considering you had claimed Aenarys at the same time. We flew side by side at Driftmark that day." Aemond said. Elaenyra smiled at him. Returning the favour, Elaenyra rubbed the back of Aemond's hands.

"How is Vhagar? Aenarys has been restless, and I imagine Vhagar has been the same." Elaenyra said. Aemond nodded.

"The histories have sung that they are closer than any other pair. It shouldn't come as a surprise when they are in distress when separated." He said.

*

Otto stood before the Iron Throne, both the Greens and the Blacks gathered in the room, and Vaemond Velaryon, Elaenyra's uncle. Elaenyra kept looking to the Greens' side to see Aemond looking right at her, a smirk on his face and eye gleaming with admiration. 

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters," Otto said and sat on the throne. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."

Vaemond stepped forward in the room before the Hand and the throne.

"My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond claimed. Elaenyra rolled her eyes.

"As it does in my children, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition." Rhaenyra argued. Alicent cut into Rhaenyra's statement.

"You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent intervened. Her motive was noble, allowing one to stake his claim, but her voice made Elaenyra cringe. Elaenyra looked over at Alicent, but Aemond was looking right at Elaenyra, the same look in his eye. Vaemond turned to Rhaenyra. Elaenyra looked at Daemon and Dark Sister on his hip. She was tempted to draw the blade herself and cut down Vaemond for looking at her mother that way.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Vaemond said and turned back to the Hand and the Queen. "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor...the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides." 

"Thank you, Ser Vaemond," Otto said. Vaemond turned on his heel and stepped off the floor.

"Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon," Otto said. Rhaenyra stepped forward with her arms crossed over her bump.

"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--" The doors opened. Rhaenyra turned, and all the attention turned to the door.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." A guard announced. Viserys stumbled through the doors. Half his face was covered with a gilded mask, his hair had all but fallen out and his face was littered with scarring. Elaenyra noticed the look of fear and dread on Alicent's face and the bewilderment on Rhaenyra's face. Viserys turned and faced Otto.

"I will sit the throne today." He stated. 

"Your Grace." Otto acknowledged. Viserys stepped to the throne, limping, and a guard stepped forward to help him.

"I will be fine. I will be fine." Viserys said. Stepping forward, his crown fell onto the crown. Daemon stepped forward, picking the crown off the ground and holding it. 

"I said I'm fine," Viserys said. Once he turned and saw it was Daemon that stood by him, he made no objections.

"Come on," Daemon whispered. Daemon helped him up to the throne and sat on it. Daemon reached forward, placed the crown on his head, and stepped back before rejoining his family, as did Rhaenyra. 

"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes is the Princess Rhaenys." Viserys said. All eyes turned to Rhaenys.

"Indeed, Your Grace," Rhaenys said and stepped forward. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys proposed. Elaenyra smiled to herself, again meeting Aemond's eye and seeing a hidden one grace his face.

"Well... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides." Viserys proclaimed. Vaemond grew enraged.

"You break law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond said. Elaenyra swallowed the lump in her throat. The tension began growing.

"Allow it?" Viserys questioned. "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."

"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine," Vaemond shouted. Rhaenyra turned to Lucerys.

"Go to your chambers. You have said enough." Rhaenyra said. 

"Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you... are no more than the second son of Driftmark." Viserys countered.

"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this--" Vaemond stopped himself. Daemon stepped in. 

"Say it." Daemon encouraged. His eyes flashed with anger, and Elaenyra did the same as she stood by Daemon, eyes burning into Vaemond with the fury of a thousand dragons. Aemond could see that from her as well, and he stood on the complete opposite side of the throne room.

"Her children... are bastards! And she... is... a whore." Vaemond accused. Viserys stood from the throne and drew the Catpaw from his hip.

"I... will have your tongue for that," Viserys said. In a flash, Daemon had stood behind Vaemond and sliced half his head, and Vaemond's body dropped to the floor. The Greens all stepped back, with Helaena covering her ears and trembling.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon said. Elaenyra watched with admonishment. 

"Disarm him!" The guards called.

"No need," Daemon said, wiping the blood off his sword. Elaenyra saw Aemond look from Vaemond's body, and to see Daemon with a newfound look of admiration. It shocked Elaenyra. Viserys groaned and fell forward.

"Call the maesters!" Alicent called and rushed to Viserys, as did Rhaenyra.

"Father?" Rhaenyra asked. Elaenyra stepped forward, as did Aemond, but he walked to Elaenyra and held her in his arms. Elaenyra could see the shock and disappointment in Aegon, but a silent cheer resonated through Helaena. Elaenyra walked from Aemond to the still-trembling Helaena and held her small hands in Elaenyra's gloved ones.

"Please, my love. You must take something for the pain." Alicent pleaded, holding Viserys in her arms.

"I will not cloud my mind. I must set things right." Viserys said. The maesters came and quickly dragged away Viserys. Elaenyra never had much of a relationship with Viserys, but the idea of her losing her grandsire when she still had much to do made her stomach churn, and Aemond knew it. Aemond rubbed his hand on the small of her back. Alicent watched, disgusted and fuming at her son's actions, but the son could not care less.

*

All the Greens and Blacks stood around the table. Elaenyra sat in between Aegon and Jacaerys, directly in front of where Viserys will be sitting. Indistinct conversations surrounded the room until the doors opened. Everyone stood as Viserys was carried into the room. Everyone sat back down, and Elaenyra noticed Aemond eying her.

"How good it is to see you all tonight, together," Viserys said. The room fell into silence, and the only notable tension was Aemond and Elaenyra giving each other secret looks across the table.

"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent questioned.

"Yes," Viserys responded. Everyone folded their hands over the table.

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest." Alicent prayed. Elaenyra opened her eyes to see Daemon smirking. Elaenyra quickly grabbed a grape and threw it at Daemon, making him silently chuckle. She looked over to see Aemond eying her and also silently chuckling.

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed" Viserys began. Everyone raised their glasses.

"Hear, hear!" Daemon cheered.

"Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman." Aegon said between Elaenyra to Jacaerys. Jacaerys set his goblet down and leaned back in the chair, biting back a response.

"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys... the future Lord of the Tides," Viserys said, and everyone again raised their glasses.

"Hear, hear," Baela said.

"You'll be great." Rhaena encouraged. Elaenyra smiled to herself. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and for once after so long, she was happy.

"You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that?" Aegon pressed. Elaenyra grimaced. 

"Let it be, cousin," Baela added. Elaenyra grabbed a knife and hid it under her napkin sitting over her dress.

"You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed," Jacaerys responded. Viserys stood from the chair.

"It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other in the years past." He begun. Viserys reached up and began unclasping the mask. Pulling it off, he set it on the table. He had a hole through the side of his mouth, and an eye missing from its socket. "My own face... is no longer a handsome one... if indeed it ever was. But tonight... I wish you to see me... as I am. Not just a King... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems... walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." He said and dropped back in his seat.

Elaenyra looked from Aemond and Lucerys. Uncertain and on edge. Rhaenyra stood, glass raised and head high.

"I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology." Rhaenyra declared and sat down. Elaenyra felt tears come to her eyes.

"Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers... and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow." Alicent said and stood from her chair. "I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine queen."

Otto looked up at Alicent with his brow raised. Everyone drank. Aegon stood and walked by Baela to fill his cup.

"I... I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask." Aegon poked at Jacaerys and Baela. Jacaerys shot from his chair, slamming his hands on the table and getting the attention of everyone in the room, and even Aemond stood, ready to defend his brother. Jacaerys raised his cup, and "punched" Aegon's shoulder.

"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth." Jacaerys said. Elaenyra raised her brows as she drank. Fond memories? The last memory you have is Luke taking his bloody eye. "And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles." Jacaerys finished and drank.

"To you as well," Aegon said, and Aemond sat back down.

"Beware the beast beneath the boards," Helaena spoke to herself.

"Well done, my boy," Viserys said. Helaena shot up with her glass in hand. 

"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you... except sometimes when he's drunk." Helaena said with a smile. Elaenyra laughed into her wine, as did Daemon. Seven bless her. 

"Good," Otto said.

"Let us have some music," Viserys said, pounding the floor with his cane. Jace stood and walked to Helaena, holding his hand out. The two stood to dance. Looking around the table, Elaenyra felt true joy in her heart. The faces of the people in her family, though some may have been more reluctant, they were still family. But, it also felt wrong. It was as if they were all actors in a play, pretending to be a happy family when so much backstabbing and dishonesty had spread rampantly. The Greens and their undisputed hatred towards Elaenyra's mother, and the history of Rhaenyra and Alicent.

From being best friends to enemies in a small number of years. Especially with Alicent getting fed lies from Ser Otto daily.

"Guards," Alicent called. As Viserys was carried out, the large pan of roasted pig entered. When set down, Elaenyra saw Aemond and Lucerys staring each other down. Before Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glass in hand.

"Final tributes." He said. All eyes were on him now. And Elaenyra remembers Aemond as one to be more secluded and quiet. This was new. Aemond turned his head and looked at Elaenyra.

"First. To my lovely, beautiful, and pure Princess, Elaenyra Velaryon. I promise to always be dutiful towards you and protect you from all the dangers of the world." He toasted. Elaenyra looked at him, shocked and her mouth slightly opened. Her chest heaved under her dress and her face flushed pink. Everyone else at the table had the same expression; shocked, confused, and disappointed from Alicent, Otto, Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Aegon. Helaena smiled at her brother and raised her glass

"Velaryon? She'll be a Targaryen soon and bare Aemond's children." Helaena said. Elaenyra hid her red face behind her hands. Aemond drank from the cup at his sister's words.

"And how many beautiful she will bare," Aemond added. Gods, take me now. 

"Finally. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke...and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise...strong." Aemond said. Alicent folded her hands together.

"Aemond." The Queen scolded.

"Come...Let us drain our cups to these three...Strong boys." He said. Elaenyra grimaced.

"I dare you to say that again." Jace combated. 

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." Aemond argued. Jace approached Aemond, and Aemond approached Jace. "Do you not think yourself Strong?" He questioned. Before Jace was able to throw his punch, Elaenyra shot up and grabbed Jace by his hair, and threw him to the ground in front of Helaena. 

"Stop this madness! Did you not hear what our grandsire said about the House of the Dragon?!" Elaenyra shouted. Rhaenyra and Daemon approached and stood in front of Jace, Luke, and Elaenyra.

"Why would you say such a thing before these people?" Alicent questioned Aemond.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, thought it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond responded. Elaenyra huffed and turned to Aemond, slapping him hard across his face. That alone took the entire assembly by surprise. Even though Aemond had lost an eye, the harsh delivery of Elaenyra's slap looked like that hurt him more. Elaenyra stormed out of the room, slamming the doors behind her.

*

Elaenyra walked the halls of the Keep, fists balled by her side and her brow knitted together. As she walked, she realized she had begun approaching the Queen's Apartments. Walking by the door, she could hear faint voices growing much louder and that the heavy door was cracked open.

"Is that what you are? A traitor?!" It was Alicent who yelled, but at who, Elaenyra did not yet know. Until a voice was quick to answer.

"You call me a traitor for loving someone? For caring?" It was Aemond. Elaenyra stood by the doorframe as she listened in.

"You care? You betrayed our family, Aemond!" Alicent again shouted.

"What fucking family are we? You sit here waiting for father to die, and what a beautiful love story you have! You have only expressed care over Aegon because he was the only reason father wanted you, for a son. Then the rest of us came, and we mean nothing to you. You call me a traitor, but it was you who split this family, all because of your desire to have Aegon be crowned king, and it was you who learned me of betrayal!" He shouted in response. Elaenyra froze in her spot before the sound of his heavy steps approaching the door brought her back to reality. He stopped before the door.

"If I will ever have a family, it will be the one I make with Elaenyra, and no one will stop me from marrying her." He said and walked out of the room. Elaenyra quickly moved from the area, hastily looking to follow wherever Aemond had gone, but the winding of the halls took hold of her and she found herself lost. Until she followed the sound of a raging brazier, and into the throne room she went. Standing before the throne, Elaenyra slowly approached the magnificent piece of history with her hand outstretched. Very gently, Elaenyra grasped the pummel of a sword. She looked up at it, preserving this moment in her mind. Even while she looked at it, her mind replayed all the events that had transpired centuries before her. Aegon the Dragon and his sisters, King Aenys and Maegor the Cruel, with his Black Brides, and the sights of him upon Balerion and Visenya on Vhagar, and the peaceful reign of her great-grandsire, Jaehaerys.

"The swords of Aegon the Dragon's enemies all melted and forged together with the inferno of Balerion the Black Dread. But I'm sure you knew that." A voice said. Elaenyra turned her head and saw Aemond descending the steps. Turning her head back, she looked at the charred metal of the swords.

"Everyone knows that, Aemond." She responded. She heard him chuckle and his steps approach. She could feel his heat radiating onto her. Elaenyra sighed.

"You should sit on it. I think you would look magnificent." He said. She laughed, before turning her back to the throne and slowly sitting down. Her other hand rested on the side of the throne, and with a playful smile, Aemond dropped to one knee before her.

"Mayhaps it should be you that becomes Queen after your mother has completed her reign," Aemond said, head down. Elaenyra again chuckled. 

"And would you be my King?" She asked. He raised his head.

"If you'd have me." He said hand pressed to his heart. She smiled. When moving her hand to extend it to him, a blade from the throne sliced the palm of her hand. She hissed and looked at the blood dripping from her hand to the stone floor. 

"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue." Elaenyra whispered. Aemond looked at her, confused until he looked upon her dripping palm. Standing up, his hand gently cupped her palm and raised it to his lips. Looking into her eyes, he licked at the blood streaming from the cut. The metallic taste lingered on his tongue, and the aftertaste of fire and brimstone remained much longer. 

Still holding her hand, he pulled her from the throne and began leading her from the grand hall. The sound of a kingsguard knight approaching stopped both Aemond and Elaenyra. It was Ser Criston Cole.

"My prince, my princess. His Grace has called for the both of you." He said. The two looked at each other before going to where Viserys had stayed.

*

The door opened, letting Elaenyra and Aemond inside the King's chambers. The room was dark, save for a few lit candelabras by the King's bedside. Pulling back the curtain and standing at his bedside, Viserys faintly opened his remaining eye and reached his hand out for Elaenyra. She grabbed it and squeezed, trying to fight the burn in her throat.

"Your Grace," Elaenyra whispered. He forced himself up and groaned in discomfort. Within the next hour, he was going to be gone.

"My granddaughter, my son." Viserys acknowledged. Elaenyra wiped away the tears on her cheek. Viserys pointed over to a stationary kit, and Aemond walked over, grabbing it and holding the quill in his hand.

"Write what I say, my son." Viserys pleaded and Aemond nodded. Opening his eye, Viserys looked at his son.

"I, Viserys of House Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, hereby declare that upon my death, my granddaughter, Elaenyra, daughter of my heir, Princess Rhaenyra, wed my son, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen." Viserys declared. Quickly writing it all, Aemond handed it to Viserys to sign it. Signing it and sealing it with a golden dragon wax seal, Aemond set it aside and looked upon Viserys.

With a heavy inhale, Viserys began speaking.

"My son, Aemond, please forgive me for my absence through your life, both yours and your siblings. Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, Rhaenyra, and you, my children, my beloved children. Forgive me for my sins." Viserys pleaded.

"Father--" Aemond paused.

"Mayhaps if I had been more present in your lives, all this hatred and grief would not have happened. Please forgive me, and make peace where I failed." Viserys begged. In a rapid motion, Aemond grabbed his father's free hand. Elaenyra stepped back, letting them have their moment in peace and silence.

"Love each other, you and Elaenyra, like I should have loved your mother," Viserys said. Aemond nodded. The two sat in silence for a long number of minutes until Elaenyra walked back, kissing Viserys on the forehead and trying her hardest to keep the broken sob from leaving her mouth.

"Goodnight, grandfather." She said. He weakly smiled at her as Aemond and Elaenyra left the room and closed the heavy door behind them. Aemond grasped her hand, seeing the blood in her palm.

"Come, I'll take care of your wound." He said, and began leading her away, to Aemond's apartments.

*

Opening the door, Aemond let Elaenyra into the large room. Elaenyra marvelled at the height of the ceilings and the raging inferno in the quartz fireplace. Pillars decorated the walls and silk curtains draped from them, hiding a large bed. The windows spanned from the floor to the ceiling, with a view of the city and a balcony.

"Elaenyra." He called. Elaenyra turned her head to see Aemond holding linen in his hand. "For your wound." He finished. Elaenyra walked over and extended her hand to him. Elaenyra watched as he wrapped the bandage around her cut. Aemond secured it, but still did not release her hand. Elaenyra only looked at where he held her wounded hand. It was calloused and built from years of training, and Elaenyra revelled in the feeling of his skin on her. It was clear now to Elaenyra. The lightning sparked to life under his skin, heating his blood like the dragon he was. And Alicent will never understand that for all she sees is her baby, her dutiful Aemond.

His eye held a wild glint in it, completely different from the drunken shine of his worthless and vile brother. Elaenyra withdrew her hand and looked into his eye. To her surprise, Aemond had a bashful look on his face.

"We were children when last we saw another," Aemond said. She nodded and raised her hand to rest on his tunic, slowly going up until she reached his collar.

"Elaenyra." He whispered.

"We are no longer children." She whispered. Nodding, Aemond stepped closer to her, faces inches from one another. Elaenyra leaned forward a bit, looking at Aemond for permission. When he nodded, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Their lips together felt like fire sparking into a raging inferno as Aemond pressed his body against her, hands tangling into her curly tresses. Elaenyra sighed into the kiss as Aemond bit into her lower lip. The metal taste of her blood danced on his tongue and set his body aflame. 

"Your taste is so sweet, Elaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly pulled back, desiring the feeling of Aemond's lips to linger a bit longer. Her hands reached behind his head to undo the wrapping that tied his hair back, letting it fall and fan around his shoulders. Her head leaned forward, foreheads connecting.

"I want you." She whispered. Grabbing her hand, Aemond led her through the curtains to the grand bed. Standing to the side of the bed, Aemond held her head in his hands as he pressed another desire-fueled kiss to her silky lips. He was hesitant. Elaenyra reached up and grasped his wrists, looking into his eye as he pulled back.

"Fall into me and I'll catch you." She whispered. He nodded, hands withdrawing and reaching the back of her dress, untying the laces and pulling the dress from her shoulders. Aemond's lips pressed against each inch of skin that was revealed, and she grasped handfuls of leather on his vest.

"Aemond." Elaenyra whimpered. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as he bit into her skin. Pulling back, he looked at the growing red mark on her shoulder with satisfaction. 

"I love you." He admitted. "I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, I will always be yours." He spoke. Elaenyra quietly sniffled as her eyes grew glossy. His hands held her face and wiped away a tear.

"Don't cry, my love. Please don't." He said. She shook her head, beginning to undo the claspings on his vest, and pulled it off, moving to the laces of his shirt. Slowly pulling it off, Elaenyra let her eyes wander over his torso and upper chest. He was toned, not overly built as she had seen of Ser Harwin, but enough to see the muscles that built beneath his skin. Once again, she felt him hesitate.

"Don't leave. And don't hesitate." She pleaded. He nodded, again placing his forehead against hers.

"I'll never give you away. I already made that mistake." He said. Grabbing what remained of the dress, he pulled it off her and left her in the slip beneath it. The see-through fabric did nothing to hide her breasts or stomach, and a flame burst through him. In a frenzy, he kicked off his boots and unlaced his pants, not yet pulling them off. Instead, he grabbed the back of her thighs and laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. The heat of the room ran through her, drenching her neck and hands in sweat. Aemond once again pressed his lips against hers, more gently compared to the last ones. The other ones were fervent and spirited, this one was delicate and soft. 

"I heard what you said to Alicent about me." She said between kisses. He smiled to himself, and hands fumbled with the tie on her slip.

"I meant it. Every word was true." He said. She smiled at Aemond with a chuckle and sat up.

"I know you meant it." She spoke, her eyes glinting with softness. Aemond smirked and pulled at the tie on her slip, watching it fall and bundle around her stomach. 

"And I'd prove it a million times over if you asked me to," Aemond said. Kissing her once again, Aemond shredded her slip from her body, resulting in her biting back a squeal. The sound left his mouth as he watched her shiver was obscene and vile. Surely one his mother would not be proud about, or hers. Elaenyra tugged at his pants, pleading for him to take them off. Standing to the side of the bed, he stripped himself of his confines and watched as Elaenyra's eyes settled on what was now visible.

"Eyes on me, my love." He said. She looked up at him, eyes dark and body radiating heat from the raging fire. Slowly, Aemond got down on one knee before the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her body close to him.

"I have waited far too long for this, I will not waste another moment when I could finally quell my hunger for you." He said and used his fingers to divide her folds before licking a slow strip up. Elaenyra shuddered and sealed her eyes shut. Her hands fisted the sheets beneath her as Aemond worked his tongue all over her sopping petals, making her bite into her lip, hoping to quell the sounds of her arousal. Much to Aemond's distaste. He had waited years for this moment, he will not see Elaenyra silence herself.

"You would try and deny me the sounds of your pleasure?" He questioned. She shook her head violently.

"If anyone were to hear..." She fell silent as his thumb found her throbbing clit, in place of her words, and an aggressive groan left her throat. He wore a deviant smirk.

"You were saying?" He mocked. Her back arched off the bed and her hands found their way to his hair, tangling in it and lightly tugging. Aemond groaned, the sound hitting Elaenyra's ears so perfectly that she bit into her bottom lip and smiled. Elaenyra squealed as Aemond forced a finger inside her, again smirking as her expression hardened.

"Sing for me some more, won't you?" He asked. Kissing at her clit, Elaenyra moaned on contact and silently praised the gods for his tongue. His hands smoothed over the skin of her thighs as he ate at her. Her lips remained parted as light breaths fell from her, but grew in volume as his finger worked inside her and caressed the sweet spot that made her toes curl. Her body grew quick to be drenched in sweat as her orgasm began racing towards her and tugging more roughly on his hair.

"Please." She whimpered. Looking at her from between her thighs, Aemond worked faster against her and took great satisfaction from the trembling of her legs. Inserting another finger, Elaenyra squealed, making Aemond chuckle against her skin. 

"Such a beautiful sound. I wonder what your mother would think if she heard you cry out for me like that." Aemond said. Elaenyra's head fell back into the sheets as her back again arched off the bed, her mouth falling open and groaning.

Her mouth formed into a perfect 'o' shape, her back arching off the bed and hands fisting the sheets below her for mercy. She could feel something in her belly start to tighten, and it raced towards her, almost uncomfortable.

"..Aemond?! Aemond, what is...what is that?" She questioned. Pleading, she hopes he had the answer. Aemond pulled away from her clit with a pop, before looking up at her with a satisfied smirk, and mouth coated in her arousal.

"What are you talking about, my love?" He asked. Aemond waited for Elaenyra to gather her thoughts. The hand that held her thigh began to squeeze the skin calmly lightly and gently caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh, with his knuckles lightly going down to reach her heated cunt. Without rush, Aemond softly dragged the pads of his calloused fingertips along her soaked folds, nonchalantly spreading her lips and occasionally dipping in the tip of one of his fingers inside, collecting her arousal and spreading it over her folds. She could barely focus, her eyes half-lidded with lust and pleasure, her limbs sweaty.

"My stomach feels strange." She confessed, feeling confused and her limbs becoming heavy. Aemond nodded, though he knew she was not paying attention - instead, she stared at the ceiling, her mind elsewhere and pretty face blissed out. Nonetheless, Aemond did not stop reassuring her that she was safe with him.

"You're alright, my love. You are experiencing your first orgasm. Do not fret, my love. I have you, I have you. Just relax with me. Can you do that for me, my love?" He asked. She pleasantly hummed, before feeling Aemond pinch her lower belly, causing her to wince in discomfort and her whole body flinch. 

"I need verbal confirmation, my sweet niece." He said lowly, though he continued prodding one of his fingers against her leaking hole, hearing a faint "yes!" come from Elaenyra, before sliding one of his long fingers inside her.

"That's my sweet niece." He commended, leaning his head back down and dragging his tongue along her clit once again. Her body shuddered to hear him call her his sweet niece. And Aemond knew.

"Hmm. So wet for me. What, does it arouse you knowing your uncle will fuck you stupid?" He questioned. She nodded feverishly and arched her back off the bed.

"Oh...please, please! Aemond - I can't... I can't h-hold it..." Elaenyra wailed and thrashed against the sheets. Someone heard that. Aemond did not stop, instead, he went harder and faster, urged by his desire to take anything she was willing to give. 

"Cum for me, my love. Cum for your uncle." He demanded, words mumbled against her clit, but audible nonetheless. Elaenyra could feel his teeth just barely scrape against her pulsating clit, just as he tried pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt, making her cry out in his chamber. Once the third finger was pushed inside - a tight fight, but managing - Aemond started pumping all three fingers as quickly as possible, simultaneously licking and sucking at her puffy clit, making her whine so prettily.

"Oh, fuck." She cried, eyes widening as she let the curse slip from her mouth. She couldn't focus, since the beginning of her orgasm began approaching, making the band in her belly tighten to the point of it bordering pain. Aemond quickly switched his fingers for his tongue, his tongue starting to delve deep inside her dripping cunt. His fingers now swirling in her clit in fast, tight circles. The pressure on your clit as well as the wet muscle of Aemond's tongue was enough to have her burst all over his face.

She was panting, and a crying mess. Tears were pooling in her eyes and little hiccups escaped her. Removing his mouth from her, he gently kissed along her thighs and sat up from his now sore knees. Her hiccups were replaced with whimpers of overstimulation. There was a ringing in her ears, a numbness tingling her fingertips, soft lips trailing up her skin, leaving delicate touches along the skin. She was spent. Completely spent. But when she looked down at his erect cock, her eyes widened, completely petrified. Aemond climbed on top of her, before switching for her to be sitting on him, legs on either side of his hips.

"We go at your pace, agreed?" He asked. She nodded. But, she is immediately shy about her body being so exposed. She took his hands, squeezing as she slowly lowered onto his cock.

"I..." The words wouldn't leave her mouth. She tried to sink onto him, but the burn stopped her.

"Take your time, love. It is quite alright." He comforted. The nerves slowly fell away and began sinking further down him. Her head fell back, an obscene moan leaving her mouth. She was small standing next to him, and she was still small while atop him. Aemond kissed her neck, while open-mouthed and groaning at her tightness.

"Gods, I can cum just from this." He groaned. Pressing her hands on his chest, she pushed him down onto the bed. Aemond saw the wild look in her eyes, and he refused to acknowledge that it made his restraint start withering away. Finally fully seated on him, Elaenyra huffed in desperation and grabbed his hand. Pressing it to her lower stomach, Elaenyra slowly began grinding on him. Beneath his hand, Aemond could feel where he rested inside her, and his slightly agape mouth was replaced with a wicked grin. 

"You take me so well. Almost like you were made to be fucked by me." He said. Elaenyra threw her head back and smiled.

"We were meant to burn together, Aemond." She spoke, the language of High Valyrian falling off her tongue so effortlessly and beautifully it made Aemond's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"The Velaryons are made of the sea. But you and I, are made of fire." Aemond replied, also in High Valyrian. Elaenyra released her hold on him and let him sit up. Aemond gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Mini explosions ran through her blood and set her skin ablaze, drenching her body in more sweat. She had wasted no time in gathering her strength and raising herself from him before sinking back down. Her jaw fell slack and her arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his skin as she whimpered. His hands were firmly placed on her hips, aiding her in her ministrations. Her head fell into his neck where kissed ever so lightly. Removing a hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back harshly. Her lidded eyes were dazed and glossy, but when meeting Aemond's eye and seeing the darkness, her eyes shot wide open.

"You scare me, Aemond." She moaned. Aemond smirked and kissed her harshly. 

"Good." He said. His hand left her hair and delved between their bodies, connecting at her clit and rubbing in harsh circles. She squealed as her walls fluttered around his cock.

"Shit!" Aemond shouted. Grabbing the back of her thighs, Aemond turned them onto her back with him atop her. Aemond finally gave in and let his carnal desires take over as he relentlessly pounded away at her insides. Unapologetically, Elaenyra screamed as an uncomfortable feeling settled in her lower stomach. Aemond was quick to slap a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he chased his release.

Aemond's hips stilled as he emptied his seed inside her. Lifting her in his hands, Aemond kissed her sweaty forehead and smiled at her. Following, Aemond again pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm yours, Elaenyra. I am yours, and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days. May the Gods take me if I break this oath to you, my love." Aemond declared. Brushing a hand through his ivory locks, Elaenyra smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose.