?????? ?????.

ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

˖⁺‧₊˚🪽.° ༘

[ the aftermath ]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. His chest rose and fell from beneath you, offering you an soothing patterning for your racing heart. Aemond's arm was secured around your waist, keeping you near him. 

You traced your fingertip over his chest, the action sending him sleeping over an hour ago. The night was cold, but the Targaryen below you offered a warmth you had yet to feel for a while. You shifted slightly, resting your chin against his heart as you observed his face. 

Aemond Targaryen was a beautiful young man. His chin was pointed, and his lips were constantly pulled into a frown, but when they tilted into a smile, whether it be cruel or sweet, it was a sight for sore eyes. His skin was flawless, no laughing lines or wrinkles present, and you weren't necessarily surprised due to the sheer amount of stress the children of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower went through.

But you couldn't admire him anymore. You let out a breath, before slowly rising from the bed, moving onto your knees as you stared down at him. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his, feeling him groan softly before subconsciously kissing you back.

You released from his sweet mouth, sighing at the sight of his sleepy smile. He is still asleep, thank goodness, you thought to yourself. Rising from the bed, the sheets fell from your naked body, and you raised your hands to your breasts to cover them, as if that would help with the modesty.

Slipping into a night gown, you wrapped a soft shawl around your shoulders before leaving your bedroom. The castle was quiet, and the hums of the crickets offered you white noise as you made your way through the halls. Venturing through the many corridors, you soon found yourself at the kitchens. They were empty, and you lifted one of the carrier candles in your hand for some light as you started raiding the kitchen.

You found yourself a small cake, drizzled in sugar, quickly placing it on a plate and sitting down at the island in the center. You poured yourself a goblet of milk, the drink sliding down your throat before you went to eat the cake.

"What have you done?" you mumbled to yourself in questioning. Dropping the silver fork, your hands shot to your face, heaving out a shaky breath as you palmed your eyelids.

You had slept with Aemond. You had given him something that was meant to be for Jacaerys, and only for him. You were sitting here, in the kitchen at the dead of night, eating fucking cake to try and quell your nerves.

A sob escaped your lips, and soon, the room was filled with your muffled crying. You were practically a whore in your eyes. You had come to King's Landing with your sweet and doting betrothed, and then fell into the bed of his conniving uncle. You were ashamed.

But it takes two to play such a scandalous game. You couldn't help but melt under the eye of Aemond, and he was anything but callous in his attempts at fulfilling you... and your needs.