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𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 ♕ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Aegon II Targaryen x FemOC!Lannister x Aemond Targaryen

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When a letter arrives at Casterly Rock, the new Head of Lannister House, Evelyn Lannister, makes a crucial decision to marry Aemond Targaryen for her people but as she comes face to face her choice, temptations arise that leave her questioning everything.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ au, smut, fluff, angst, explicit sexual content, explicit language, blood and violence, adultery, death and grief, sibling incest, eventual rape/non-con, house of the dragon references

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.4k

It always appeared as a strange notion; the idea of marrying someone, falling in love, and bearing children. At least those things weren’t a dire need for Evelyn Lannister. She told herself she was destined to be alone for all her days, and occasionally, the thought would disturb and keep her up at night. That is until she met Aemond Targaryen.

When her two brothers, Jason and Tyland Lannister, were called away to fight in a battle by King Aegon II, that did not shock her. When they were both pronounced dead after the Battle at the Reach, that did not shock her. When they declared that she would be Lady Paramount of the Westlands, it caught her completely off guard.

She never imagined that this duty would fall into her lap. She was a woman after all, and if her brothers had lived and their children were grown before their deaths, the title would’ve been given to Jason’s only son, Loreon. With Evelyn being the eldest Lannister, it was her obligation to now rule over the west.

To say this terrified her was an understatement. She had watched her father and brother fiercely lead but it was completely different than being in their shoes, leading the lords of the west in this war and wars to come, sheltering their families and families of men in the Lannister armies.

This weighing responsibility turned Evelyn’s mind upside down, especially on the night of her coronation. As the lords and ladies of the west cheered for her, the thought of who she would become and the choices she would have to make to protect herself, her house, and all the houses of the west scrambled about in her mind.

Two days later, a letter arrived for her.

Evelyn and her advisors gathered in the Grand Hall; the massive room was made of dark wood and stone, with high ceilings held up by wooden beams draped with the red and gold Lannister banners. Three arched cathedral windows, nearly as tall as the ceiling, overlook the entire city of Lannisport and allow a beautiful view of the summer sky.

Several wooden tables filled the space and at the end of the hall was a raised, stone dais, the roaring red and orange flames crackling behind it in a low gray and black fireplace. A red tapestry with a huge, gold lion hanging from the balcony above.

Her mother, Ceira, and the new commander of the Red Cloaks, Theodore Farman, son of Lord Farman of Fair Isle sat around the long, stone table on the platform, discussing the aftermath of the Battle at The Reach and how it could affect the houses who’d lost family in the fight.

“The entire Westlands and our family lost Jason and Tyland, House Broom and Brax lost sons, soldiers that were supposed to be protected, and now we expect them to continue aiding in Aegon’s war…doubt will flow.” Ceira spat, eying her daughter sincerely.

“It doesn’t mean the nobles will betray us, but it means we must make sure they don’t start leaning toward the Blacks and pulling their men from our ranks.” Theo chimes in, wearing that wise expression on his face Evelyn felt to be trustworthy.

It was clear Evelyn’s mother knew the ways of war, as did Theo. Ceira had been an advisor not only to her father Tymond but her brother Jason, and Theo was well-versed in ships and bloody battles. Theo and Evelyn had been best friends since they were kids, and she trusted these two people most in the world.

“Then our next task must be maintaining their faith in Aegon’s claim.”

A potential solution to Evelyn’s problem stormed through the double entrance to the Grand Hall in Maester Creylen’s hands, in the form of a scroll. The old man approached the table as they turned to look at him, silence filling the air.

“Lady Evelyn, a raven flew in from King’s Landing with this,” Creylen announced, holding up the coiled parchment.

Everyone held their breath in anticipation, acknowledging the seal, and waiting for Evelyn’s response. She wasn’t used to being in charge at all, but this was her life now.

“Please, Maester Creylen. Read it aloud.” Evelyn ordered and he quickly split and rolled the letter open.

“To the Lady Evelyn Lannister of House Lannister, on behalf of King Aegon, second of his name, we send congratulations for your recent coronation and condolences for your recent losses. As the new head of Lannister house, we pray for good fortune and health to you and your house.”

Creylen cleared his throat and continued. “In light of the unfortunate events that have unfolded, the King greatly appreciates the loyalty that House Lannister has shown him and offers a proposal to forge a permanent olive branch from our house to yours. A marriage proposal—.”

Creylen and Theo looked at Evelyn and she swallowed hard, anxiously squeezing her hands together under the table. Her throat turned bone dry as the thought of marriage was a sore subject between her and her mother, who was staring blankly across the room.

“Continue, Maester Creylen,” Ceira commanded and Evelyn shot her mother a look before giving Creylen a small nod in agreement.

His eyes snapped back to the paper and found where he left off. “—to Prince Aemond Targaryen. This union will strengthen our houses and bond our families forming unbreakable loyalty to one another. You would become a princess. This is a marvelous proposition that Prince Aemond, the King, and I all agreed upon. We patiently await your response in three days, my Lady. Signed, Alicent Hightower.”

Creylen let the paper spiral back together and handed it to Evelyn. She hesitantly took it from him, staring down at it and not saying a word. What could she say? Marrying…a Targaryen. Aemond Targaryen, known as the Kinslayer among his enemies, the Cruel Prince, and two years her junior.

Then again, this could be the salvation her house needed, to keep them all out of harm’s way. The Greens couldn’t cut ties and the houses that swore an oath to the Lannisters wouldn’t dare break it. Glory and power never meant anything to Evelyn, which was unlike a Lannister but she was ambitious and prideful. She couldn’t fail as a leader, she wouldn’t.

Creylen, Ceira, and Theo held their gaze glued to Evelyn, and she eventually glanced up at all of them.

“Speaking as your advisor, this could work in our favor. Speaking as your mother, this is an offer I hope you refuse.”

Evelyn snapped her head toward Ceira, confusion twisted across her face at her mother’s clenched jaw and piercing stare, surprised by what she said.

“You’ve always been adamant about me marrying a rich, powerful man. What’s changed, mother?”

“This is different. He is a Targaryen.” Ceira shook her head and turned away from her daughter.

The Lannisters never declined, graciously or otherwise. The Lannisters took what was offered—something her mother always said when telling her stories of their ancestors. It would make Evelyn think of how a caged lion devours any kind of food they were given and become stronger under its captor’s nose.

Evelyn met Theo’s eyes, their pretty blue-green pools filled with understanding and comfort, and he appeared to her as the best friend she’s known since childhood.

“Ceira, you have a good point but I think Evelyn could handle any man, even a Targaryen. Their marriage could be the answer to keeping the nobles in line.”

A small smirk curled at the corner of Evelyn's red-painted lips, her kind, brown eyes mesmerizing Theo, and a twinge of pain stung his heart from his agreement to the marriage.

It was no secret that he had loved Evelyn since they were children, more than friends, and everyone could tell by the way he would study her…like he was now. But their relationship had remained platonic and he accepted that she did not reciprocate his feelings.

“It is ultimately your decision, my Lady. What are you considering?” Maester Creylen asked.

There were an infinite amount of thoughts running through Evelyn’s mind. She had to make a choice that would change the path of her personal life and her house. Though many suitors have tried, she never wanted to marry and refused every single one.

None had made a lasting impression on her or made her want to alter her independence to start a family. This time was different though, as her mother pointed out earlier—her fate now decided the fate of hundreds.

“It’s certainly an intriguing offer. I couldn’t see myself marrying because it didn’t seem necessary until now. Remember how you told me that I wouldn’t be taken seriously as head of our house unless I had a man by my side, mother?” Evelyn’s strong tone demanded respect, even from her mother, and Ceira cut her eyes in Evelyn’s direction.

“Well, I’m starting to believe you were right. Though, that isn’t the only reason I’m considering accepting his hand. I have to protect our house and the houses that swore fealty to me. Yes, Targaryens are…unpredictable, but our house swore fealty to King Aegon, and we must honor that too. This offer at least gives us more—”

“Power.” Theo interrupted.

Evelyn grinned slightly, nervously yet proudly as she noticed the Lannister qualities shining in her leadership. Perhaps she couldn’t run from who she was anymore; her ideals and mannerisms were already changing.

“Precisely.” Evelyn received approving nods from Theo and Creylen but her mother’s sour demeanor lingered, shaking her head in disapproval. “I act out of strategy, mother. If it was any other man in Westeros, you would agree to it. That’s how I know it’s a good plan.”

“She’d be able to infiltrate Aegon’s council, know what he’s planning and act accordingly, whether it’s marching her armies toward or away from a fight. The King cannot execute his brother’s wife—this marriage is her shield.” Theo expressed, eyeing Ceira but she never made eye contact with them.

It was obvious Ceira wasn’t going to agree to this, but it was three against one. Evelyn would accept this proposal and hope for the best. Even Jason was once in this exact position and even he ignored their mother’s protest when he decided to ask for Rhaenyra Targaryen’s hand in marriage.

“Then it is settled—I will accept Aemond’s marriage proposal,” Evelyn announced.

“Lady Ceira, may I add that if Lady Evelyn was to refuse, the Greens could see it as betrayal, mayhaps even treason.” Maester Creylen added before meeting eyes with Evelyn. “I will fetch some paper and a quill, my Lady.”

Creylen turned on his heels and marched out of the Grand Hall, the muffled boom of the doors shutting behind him leaving awkward silence resonating in the room until Ceira abruptly stood to her feet and glared down at Evelyn.

“This is a death sentence. That family is chaotic and if you do this, it won’t end well. I wish to protect my only daughter.” Ceira pleaded, placing a gentle hand on top of Evelyn’s.

“Mother, he is rich and powerful, and marrying him will protect us all. I will be safe.”

“Please, take the night and sleep on it. If you haven’t changed your mind come morning, send your letter of acceptance.” A loving hand cupped Evelyn’s cheek, and her mother’s heavy gaze of worry locked onto her daughter; if she didn’t know any better, Evelyn thought her mother might cry. “My darling girl, be careful.”

No tears came out of Ceira’s glossy pupils as she tucked a loose piece of Evelyn’s golden-blonde hair behind her ear, lips pressing into a stern line.

“Okay, mother. I will mull it over tonight.” Evelyn agreed, and Ceira replied with a weak smile, sighing before she exited the room without another word.

Theo immediately got up from his seat, his wooden chair sliding back as he went around the table and approached Evelyn, kneeling beside her.

“What are you thinking, Eve?”

“I’m thinking that I made a wise choice to accept but I’m wondering what it’s going to cost me. I mean Targaryens are ruthless and impulsive—”

“It doesn’t sound like those traits worry you as much as they do your mother, my Lady,” Theo interjected, teasing her about the admiring tone in her voice as she described them.

Evelyn wouldn’t deny that the thought of being with a Targaryen was appealing, especially marrying the one-eyed Targaryen who rode the largest and oldest dragon in Westeros. It impressed Evelyn and thrillingly terrified her.

“Even though I would love to be against you marrying one of those dragon men,” Theo stood slowly and pulled Evelyn’s chair back, holding out his hand for her to take, “I truly believe you’re making a smart, bold move and you’ll play it well.”

Evelyn kindly took his hand and allowed him to help her stand to her feet. Theo had gotten very good at hiding his feelings and keeping them buried, but at times he would slip, similar to this moment when he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Scanning her features from her seductive, dark chocolate-colored eyes to her pouty, scarlet lips.

It took everything in him not to kiss her, as he dreamed to do for years. Instead, he leans closer to her, faces only an inch or two apart, and Evelyn’s heart sank, unsure of what he was doing.

“You are a born leader, Evelyn.” He whispered, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles softly.

“Thank you, Theo.” She replied, subtly taking her hand from his and moving to the side to put some space between them. “I take great comfort in knowing I have a friend I can trust wholeheartedly.”

Evelyn’s words are a knife to the gut for him, but he hid his pain effortlessly and bowed to her, lowering his head. She never wished to hurt her friend or lose him, but she would never lie to him, and he was grateful for the honesty. Lies are useless.

“Shall I escort you to your room?” He asked respectfully, glancing up at her.

Evelyn nodded and began walking out of the Grand Hall to the large staircase with Theo behind her, her mind buzzing with the same question throughout the entire night: would she dare marry and start a family with Prince Aemond Targaryen?

Most of that night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. She had this marriage proposal rattling her brain. There was no doubt that she should accept but why did her mother urge her to decline? It made entirely no sense.

The one person that consistently made her feel small and less than for being unwed was her mother. Now that it’s a Targaryen offering his hand, her mother backs down, even though it could destroy House Lannister if Evelyn refused.

The pros beat the cons, and as a leader, Evelyn had to be willing to sacrifice everything to protect her house and bannermen. There was a chance it could all end tragically, but she was convinced that she could handle it. Gaining the support of those who supported her brother Jason had given Evelyn the confidence to trust herself in this new role and she was determined to run with it.

In the morning, Evelyn sat at her desk and wrote to Alicent, accepting the marriage proposal to Prince Aemond Targaryen. After giving Creylen the letter to send off to King’s Landing, Ceira was curious why Evelyn didn’t change her mind, explaining that she didn't want her daughter married to a dangerous man.

Yes, Aemond had an infamous reputation, but it didn’t scare Evelyn, it enticed her more. Most people hate Lannisters, and gossip about how they’re liars and have no honor. Lannisters kill ambitiously too; the Targaryens weren’t so different from her own house. Besides Evelyn having the golden mane of a lion and the last name, she was unlike most Lannisters. Aemond could be different than most Targaryens.

She wouldn’t judge him before the meeting. Speculating and assuming what their life together will be before it begins would only hurt her in the future. Evelyn wouldn’t allow her mother to make her fear her choices, and bear negative notions. She needed to believe in herself now more than ever.

Two nights later, Evelyn received a letter from King Aegon II, explaining that he and his brother would arrive at Casterly Rock on dragonback the following afternoon. Queen Alicent would arrive the day after on ship with the Hand of the King, Otto, and a few members of the Kingsguard.

Excitement and fear stirred inside her. Her betrothed would be at her home tomorrow and everything was about to change.

In the mid-morning, Evelyn ran around the Rock like a chicken with her head cut off in preparation for King Aegon II and Prince Aemond’s arrival. She wanted to throw a feast in their honor, and ensure a clear space for their dragons to land and rest comfortably during their stay.

“I want men at the south of the Rock to help the dragons land and have the King and Prince escorted across the bridge into the Lion’s Mouth. There shall be two of our guards posted at their bedchambers at all times until members of the Kingsguard arrive.”

“Yes, my Lady,” Theo answered, bowing before treading outside the main entrance of the castle and down the great stone stairway.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Evelyn glanced around the foyer of her home. It was a square room with the highest ceiling in the entire castle and three large golden chandeliers hanging to light it. The main staircase took up most of the room, leaving a narrow hallway to the left leading to the banquet hall, with three other doors that led to the dungeons, barracks, and storerooms. The doors into the Grand Hall directly behind her.

Patiently she waited but was nonetheless desperate for Aemond to arrive soon. It would be nice to get the initial meeting out of the way soon and rid herself of the butterflies swarming her belly. In the meantime, there were tasks to be sorted.

“Tabitha!” She shouted. A door slammed shut nearby upstairs and a short, brunette girl scurried down the wide, grand staircase lined with golden banisters, passing the stone lion statues at the bottom, and bowed upon greeting Evelyn.

“Yes, Lady Evelyn?”

“I would like for Yelena and Dahlia to serve King Aegon and Prince Aemond while they are visiting. Make sure they are attentive.”

“Of course, m’Lady,” Tabitha nodded, “and might I add that you look marvelous in that dress. The Prince will be unable to take his eyes off you, I’m sure.”

Evelyn blushed and smiled at her handmaiden before the young girl turned and headed back up the wide stone stairs. The dress was a red and gold gown that hung off her shoulders and accentuated her collarbones and breasts, a gold silk belt loosely around her waist. It was her favorite dress.

“Are you expecting love at first sight? In that dress, all there will be is lust.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes, hearing the disparaging tone that surrounded those cold, spiteful words, knowing it was her mother even before she turned around to see her exiting the Grand Hall.

“Could you please not ruin today? I am going to marry Prince Aemond, mother, and you will have to accept and respect that.”

Ceira sauntered closer to her child, staring deeply into her eyes as she pinched Evelyn’s chin between her fingers, focusing Evelyn’s gaze on the pained look sprawled on her face.

“He is a weapon, a killer, Evelyn. Do not forget it. A dragon may take orders and let you ride it, but that will not change its nature.”

Furiously, Evelyn swatted her mother’s hand from her face, taking a step back.

“Enough, mother. I understand you want to protect me, but not following my lead will only put me in danger.” She shook her head, disappointed at her mother’s cruelty, and sighed. “Your barraging will not change anything. Targaryens are ruthless but so are Lannisters. Dragons and lions; only a beast can deal with another beast.”

Evelyn swiftly turned on her heels and stormed off to the main entrance, the cool air hitting her in the face as she stepped outside into the enormous rocky cavern, breathing heavily and calming the anger bubbling due to her mother’s criticism.

If she wants me to rule greatly, she thought, why does she fight against my decisions?

Evelyn shrugged off the bad energy, gazing over the colossal Rock and Lannisport with pride, admiring her homeland. Although she craved Ceira’s support, it didn’t matter whether she had it or not. The Westlands would benefit from the union, even if Evelyn found herself unhappy by it, but it didn’t do her any good to be pessimistic.

The sandy blue sky filled with soft, white clouds floating overhead, there’s a stillness in the land similar to hard stone as if the world stopped spinning for those few peaceful minutes. It wasn’t until a shrill cry pierced the air, unlike anything she’s heard before, followed by a deep, rumbling call that shook the foundation of the Rock beneath her.

The cries rattled her eardrums again, closer now, and Evelyn searched the sky for the source when darkness clouded the land, a shadow casting over the castle as an enormous, dark creature flew over Casterly Rock, nearly blocking the sun from its massive body and long wingspan.

It was the most remarkable beast she’d ever seen, majestic and frightening all at once, leaving her in amazement as she watched a second dragon come behind the first one. This one is smaller than the first but much more beautiful and radiant. Shining like beaten gold in the sunlight, gleaming in the wake of the darker and larger beast, the golden dragon flew past it and swiftly landed on a hill of Rock far in the distance behind the watchtower mount.

The obsidian dragon caught up and landed with a loud and heavy ‘boom!’, igniting another ear-splitting screech from the golden-pink one as if it was alerting everyone of their arrival. There wasn’t anything as miraculous as dragons. Evelyn had never seen one in the flesh before and the sight of them made the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention.

A few red cloaks swarm in front of the beasts but at a safe distance. They snarl and screech at the Lannister men until Aegon and Aemond command their dragons in Valyrian, carefully coming down from their saddles as the dragons lower their bodies to the ground. Evelyn could see their platinum hair from where she stood, eyeing the cloaks as they led them in her direction.

This was it. He was here.

Several minutes later, six Lannister men in their armor marched past the beacon the maesters used as a rookery and onto the stone bridge that led to the bottom of the wide stairway with Aegon and Aemond in the middle with two more Lannister men behind them. Evelyn took a deep breath, waiting as they headed up the stairs.

“Lady Evelyn, I present to you King Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and Prince Aemond Targaryen,” Theo announced as they reached the Lion’s Mouth.

Evelyn’s men part to the sides of her, exposing the white-haired men. The one on the left was shorter than the other, stocky-built, with greasy and choppy hair, wearing a black metal crown with a ruby in front, and smirked as he looked at the commander of the Lannister armies.

“Impressive.” Aegon snorted, his deep, purple eyes flicking from Theo to Evelyn, trailing over her figure.

The one on the right was tall, slim with broad shoulders, with very long, straight hair in a half ponytail, and wearing a lengthy black coat and a brown leather eyepatch over his left eye, a prominent line of scar tissue above and below it. His right eye, dazzling pale violet and visible, never strayed from Evelyn.

“Welcome to Casterly Rock, your Grace, and my Lord.” She graciously bowed, watching the two white-haired men stare her up and down. “What a pleasure it is to have you both here. For the duration of your stay, my home is your home.”

“The pleasure is ours, Lady Evelyn,” Aemond replied, his raspy but sultry soft-spoken tone ringing sweetly in her ears.

The air thickened as they gazed at one another. Arms folded behind his back, his poised stance, his soft thin lips pressed together, Evelyn was taking in all of him. She was surprised that he was more handsome than she imagined, with this shroud of mystery clinging to him and it was intense to be near it. Is this what attraction feels like?

Aegon, noticeably aware of the flirty glances his brother and betrothed were exchanging, stepped closer to her and took her hand in his, shifting Evelyn’s gaze to her King.

“Indeed it is.” He bent over and kissed the back of her hand, meeting Evelyn’s eyes with a cocky grin curled on his plump, heart-shaped lips.

Cautiously, she returned a smile for his lovely gesture though it felt strange as if it was a pompous show of power. Regardless, Evelyn would treat the King with respect. Aegon let go of her hand and took a step back next to Aemond, leaning into his brother.

“Nyke ivestretan ao, lēkia. Se olvie gevie ābra isse Vesteros. Ao enkagon nyke.” The Valyrian words spilled from Aegon’s lips elegantly as he stared Evelyn up and down, and it was the most beautiful language she’s ever heard. Magnificent poetry.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed in his throat, gaze still glued to her.

Even under their purple spotlights, Evelyn had confidence that Aemond was admiring. She didn’t intimidate easily; there was pride and self-assurance in her heart. Aemond was dangerously perceptive, and upon meeting Evelyn, she was quickly reassuring him of his decision to marry her.

Never did he imagine receiving a choking warmth in his chest when he came here to meet her since he initially agreed to wed her because he always honored duty, and was willing to sacrifice what he needed to protect his family. This appeared to be anything but sacrifice, perhaps a future he saw himself wanting.

“Let’s head inside, shall we?” Evelyn nodded to Theo and he rushed to open the double doors that led into the foyer. “Now the castle can be tricky to navigate but you’ll have two of my guards with each of you to help.”

“This place is a lot bigger than it looks from the outside,” Aegon mentioned, looking around as Aemond did.

Tabitha came down the stairs with Yelena and Dahlia trailing behind. Aegon was entirely captivated by Evelyn but soon turned his attention to Yelena’s fiery red curly hair. Aemond, however, had a fixed gaze on his bride-to-be. This rosy aura illuminated her, and her long golden curls leaked sunshine into a cold, dark world, and he imagined what her wide pink lips would feel like against his.

“Yelena and Dahlia will be your serving girls for your stay. They will show you to your rooms now, and then once you both have settled in, the guards will bring you down for the feast, in honor of your arrival.” Evelyn instructed.

“Excellent, māzīs!” Aegon shouted, waltzing toward Yelena and putting his arm around her shoulder, pulling her with him as they headed to the staircase.

Dahlia immediately went after them up the stairs, and Evelyn slowly looked over at Aemond. Their eyes met and her chest tightened, with her heart thumping uncontrollably, but maintaining her collected composure all the same.

It’s as if they wished to say something to one another but neither could muster up a word. The heated tension was thick enough to slice with a knife. She noticed that when it came to flirting, Aegon was brash and Aemond was timorous. Evelyn didn’t see a reason for him to be reserved, but Aemond did; secretly fearful that he frightened her.

She wasn’t afraid in the least. She was charmed by his tender good looks and humble disposition. A soft, amorous smirk danced on her lips, defining her high cheekbones and angelic dark brown eyes that never broke contact with the prince. Aemond casually balled his fists, his palms dampening and throat drying tremendously.

This has never happened to him and he was in pure disbelief. Unknowing how to respond, Aemond blinked and gave Evelyn a respectful nod before strutting toward the stairs, leading with his chest and shoulders, and his hair lusciously swishing side to side. He was getting flustered by her.

To her, he seemed guarded or uninterested. Evelyn didn’t want to believe this attraction was one-sided, but the way he stormed off had her marked with doubt. Four guards went along with Aemond, leaving Theo and Tabitha with Lady Evelyn.

“I told you, m’Lady. He was enraptured by your beauty.” Tabitha said as she stood at Evelyn’s side.

“Is that what you saw? It seemed as if he accepted the proposal but didn't intend to be truly married.” Evelyn sighed, unable to hide her disappointment well.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you as their wife, Eve. He should be grateful.” Theo sharply interjected, forcing their heads to turn and look at him.

Tabitha simply rolled her eyes in disgust and Evelyn gave him a friendly smile, but quickly eyed the stairs, confused about how to approach things with Aemond. There was something about him she couldn’t shake which meant she couldn’t give up easily.

“I’m going to my room to change for dinner,” Evelyn stated, swiftly heading up the stairs with Tabitha following closely on her heels.

“Wait- you’re not keeping on that dress?”

She stopped in her tracks, turning to face Tabitha, distress in her eyes.

“I hoped, perhaps, a different gown might-” Evelyn breathed, cutting off her panicked words to resist saying what she wanted, but Tabitha understood without them.

“I will help you, m’Lady. Pick out what you want to wear and I’ll come to your room in a few minutes.”

A green silk gown, long and flowing to the floor, off-shoulder, short sleeves attaching a loose strip of the fabric dipping across her chest below a clutter of gold jewels between her breasts. Evelyn decided on this dress for dinner and hoped it would delight him to see her in his house colors.

“This dress is marvelous as well, m’Lady,” Tabitha noted as she laced Evelyn’s black corset in the back.

“Mayhaps he’ll notice…”

Tabitha placed a comforting hand on Evelyn’s shoulder before gathering the dress from the bed and assisting her into the silk fabric. This was the first time Evelyn cared about a man’s opinion of her. She craved to impress him. Even something as silly as a dress mattered to her because she assumed it could matter to him.

“Don’t worry yourself, Lady Evelyn. I don’t believe there’s a man or woman in Westeros that could resist your charm.”

Her cheeks bloomed deep red as she grinned at Tabitha’s comment when a knock came at the door.

“Yes?” She called out.

The double doors opened inward slightly and one of Evelyn’s guards stepped in.

“My Lady, Prince Aemond is here to see you.”

A brief pause filled the air as Evelyn inhaled sharply, terror and exhilaration choking her words back until Tabitha gave her hand a light squeeze and then resumed making her adjustments to Evelyn’s dress in the back.

“You may send him in.” With her heart racing against her chest, she spoke serenely, and the guard nodded, stepping back and continuing to hold the door open as Aemond came into the frame.

Evelyn gave him a welcoming smile, gazing at the tall, mystifying man radiating this deliciously sinister aura, and the room stills as if it was solely she and him in that room. Aemond, captivated by her dark eyes again, was suddenly able to form words.

“Hello, my Lady.”

“My lord. Apologies, I would bow but I don’t want to interrupt Tabitha’s work.”

“You changed your dress?” He questioned, stepping closer, large hands at his sides.

She studied his confusion, surprised by the inquiry. His eye trailed down her dress, admiring the shimmer of emerald green against her fair skin, how it hugged her curves in all the right places, minuscule dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth.

He never noticed her doing the same thing to him; flitting her curious gaze up his leather fitted tunic and belt, taking in his sturdy shoulders and pronounced jawline. There wasn’t a man in Westeros that made her body tingle, ever; certainly not by their looks alone, until him. It was an unfathomable sensation but roused her immensely.

When his eye returned to her face, Evelyn looked forward, grinning to herself. Tabitha couldn’t even hold back a smile as she watched Evelyn and Aemond’s desire bloom before her eyes, braiding a few strands of Evelyn’s hair on the left side.

“I decided to change for dinner. I’d been wearing the red one all day and wanted to freshen up.” Evelyn lied smoothly.

“Hmm,” Aemond hummed. “Well, green is as enchanting on you as red is.”

That got her to look his way, silent stares at each other as she smiled sweetly, crimson warmth spreading in her cheeks. He licked and bit his lower lip lightly, catching how she glowed when she smiled, his blood pumping loudly in his ears.

“Thank you, my lord.”

“It has come to my attention that I may have given you the wrong impression about our arrangement.” He gradually stepped a little closer, only about a few inches away from her when he paused.

Evelyn muddled over his words, thinking about how only one other person in the room knew about her uncertainty about Aemond’s intentions and that was Tabitha. Theo wouldn’t say a word about her to Aemond. She shot Tabitha a glaring look and her lady-in-waiting widened her eyes, quietly moving across the room to retrieve a gemmed headband.

A deep, hearty chuckle burst from Aemond’s mouth, grinning cheekily as Evelyn turned her entire body to face him, giggling under her breath with him. His laugh was infectious, and she knew that Tabitha had good intentions in everything she did.

“What did my dear Tabitha say to you exactly?” She unknowingly strolled closer to him, tilting her chin up to look at him, visibly noting the height difference between them.

“Not much. She only asked me if I intended to get to know you. It told me enough.” Aemond stated. “I told her that I wished to give us a chance. I didn’t say much before because you…stunned me.”

“Well, I could say the same about you.” She glanced to the floor before seductively peering up at him with a bewitching smile.

“You are much more than what I was expecting, my Lady,” Aemond cooed. “My brother mentioned that you were said to be the most beautiful woman in Westeros, and even that is an understatement.”

It was becoming difficult for Evelyn to speak or even breathe properly, hearing her handsome fiancée compliment her so brazenly and confirming this intense attraction existed on both sides of this relationship. It was euphoric, similar to being in the same space as him.

“You are too kind, my Lord. I’ve never met a man as good-looking as you in Westeros. Seems as though we may be a good match.”

His alluring smile gave Evelyn a secure feeling. There was a possible connection between them. She raised her hand cautiously toward him, tangling her dainty finger in the ends of his hair that hung down his chest, placing her hand gently against him.

This was impulsive. Evelyn had been holding back the urge to touch him, but it didn’t appear that was necessary any longer. Beneath her fingertips, he felt warm and familiar, solid and safe. She partially yearned to cling to his shirt and bury her face in the curve of his neck, never letting go.

“Indeed it does,�� Aemond breathed, studying her lips and holding back his urges. “May I escort you to the feast?”

“Yes. Yes, I would like that very much.”

“Oh, wait—” Tabitha chipped in, and Evelyn’s hand fell to her side.

Evelyn and Aemond turned to look at her simultaneously, eyes wide, realizing they’d forgotten she was in the room beside the bed the whole time. She rushed over to Evelyn with a vine headband, gold gems sparsely placed along it.

“A few final touches…” Tabitha whispered, placing the headdress on Evelyn, tucking it behind her ears, and clipping the hair back with it. “Done. She’s all yours, Prince Aemond.”

“Technically, you’ll be escorting me given my unfamiliarity with the castle.” Aemond joked with Evelyn as Tabitha backed away proudly to give them their space.

Aemond turned to the side and put out his arm, glancing down at his future wife.

“I will lead you well, my prince. I promise.” She kindly wrapped her arm around his.

“Hmm, I don’t doubt it.”

They share flirtatious glances before leaving her chambers with the guards.

As they walked down the upper keep’s corridor covered in dark red wallpaper, wooden doors, and oil paintings lining it, the nobles leaving their quarters bowed to Evelyn and Aemond, acknowledging the royal union. The support of her bannerman echoed clearly and it meant everything to Lady Evelyn.

“A question I’ve been wanting to ask is what is it like to ride a dragon? Especially one such as Vhagar.” Evelyn asked as they went down the stairs and rounded the corner.

“Indescribable. It’s unlike anything imaginable and freeing. Vhagar is powerful, and riding her makes me feel invincible sometimes.”

Approaching the doors, red cloaks standing on either side opened them, revealing a full view of the banquet hall. Servants and cooks are walking amongst the abundance of wooden tables covered with red cloths, surrounded by benches and chairs. Carefully, they laid various appetizers on them and pitchers filled with wine.

Stone archways and posts lined the walls, dividing them from the center room with tables beneath them. A huge gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and golden candlesticks scattered around the room. The majority of the nobles were already seated with a few stragglers still flooding in.

Evelyn took Aemond to the back of the room where there was a set of tiny stone steps leading up to a platform. In the middle was a stone stage with flowers scattered at the front of it and a stone table behind it. There are three archways; red and gold banners with gold Lannisters sigils on them in each one and three stone lion statues in the center of the posts.

Three white stone chairs at the table, and Evelyn takes her seat in the middle, with Aemond sitting to her left. An uproar of chatting voices filled the hall and Evelyn noticed when Theo joined in and guarded the doors. Ceira entered shortly after with Jason’s widow Johanna and her kids—Cerelle, Tyshara, and Loreon. Once she spotted her daughter next to the one-eyed man, she urgently strutted to their table.

“Hello, mother. This is Prince Aemond Targaryen.” Evelyn introduced him as Ceira stopped in front of the stage.

“A pleasure to meet you, Prince Aemond.”

Evelyn kept her guard up, afraid of what kind of unbecoming things her mother might say to Aemond but hoping she had the common sense to be respectful.

“A pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you for welcoming my brother and me into your home.”

“Ah, yes, the King is here. Will he be joining us?” Ceira pressed.

“Uh—yes, he should be here momentarily,” Aemond stated, picking up his cup and taking a sip.

Ceira smiled, and nodded, returning to the table beside the steps on the left with Johanna. The violinist in the back corner played a joyful melody as more food was brought out. A large pig sat between Aemond and Evelyn. He cut up a few pieces and put them on her plate.

“Is your brother truly coming?” Concern bubbled in her tone, worried the King wasn’t adjusting well to the castle.

There’s a pause between them, Aemond’s attention stuck for a few seconds, cutting slowly until his eye snapped back to the charred meat.

“Yes, he’ll be here. My brother likes to make an entrance.” He slid pieces of pork on his plate, taking another sip of wine but viciously glaring across the room. “Is that the commander of your armies guarding the door, with black hair?”

Evelyn tilted her head up and looked at Theo by the door frame, arms behind his back and brows furrowed, staring off into the distance. He looked slightly upset, but he wasn’t making eye contact with anyone.

“Yes, it is. Why?”

“He was watching us, intensely, like he’s been put out. Have you two ever…?”

“No, no!” Evelyn's head snapped in Aemond’s direction, rushing to explain. “It’s not like that. We’ve been strictly friends since we were kids, and that’s all.”

Aemond, nonchalantly chewing, nodded his head. She took a sip from her glass, worried about the impression Theo was giving Aemond under her nose, and she urged to correct the situation.

“I’ve never…been that close with anyone.” She confessed quietly, but loud enough for Aemond to hear her.

He met her eyes, disguising his surprise, and nodded softly, his large hand caressing hers resting on the table. Warm, thick fingertips encased hers, a loving squeeze of reassurance for her to know that Aemond believed in her purity.

“I understand, my Lady.”

The doors suddenly opened with a loud boom, the buzzing chatter lowers in volume as Aegon marched into the banquet hall.

“King Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” One of the guards called into the room.

Does he need a long introduction when he comes into every room? Evelyn thought to herself.

It was quite repetitive, but the egoistical grin on Aegon’s face said enough. He ate the attention up as everyone stood and bowed as he passed by their seats. He moved toward the back, up the steps, and sat next to Evelyn.

“Brother. Lady Evelyn. What have I missed?” Aegon murmured, brushing his hand along her arm as he sat down.

“Nothing at all, Your Grace. They brought the roast out a few minutes ago.” She ignored the hair-raising touch and took his plate, holding it as Aemond cut pieces of it for Aegon.

“The food smells extraordinary.” Aegon grabbed his plate from her as she handed it back, placing it down in front of him. “Your scent is significantly better, my Lady.”

He whispered it low enough that only Evelyn could hear and she grinned respectfully at him, watching him stuff his mouth and drink wine. It was odd, his compliment, but she took it in stride, not wanting to read too much into it.

The rest of the evening was delightful. There was laughter, full bellies, and drunken chatter at each table. Aemond and Evelyn couldn’t stop talking and laughing with one another, their eyes glimmering with passionate wonder when they locked.

Aegon, drunk as he was, joined the pleasant conversation between Evelyn and his brother, revealing to her some embarrassing and dangerous mischief they would get up to as children. She giggled aside Aegon’s belly laughing with Aemond blushing and chuckling with them.

Looking at the boys, the joyous energy made her feel welcomed into their family already. It didn’t even bother her when Aegon chugged the rest of his cup and placed his hand on Evelyn’s shoulder casually. He continued telling, rather shouting, stories about their thieving adventures as adolescents.

Aemond didn’t notice; he was roaring with laughter and rebutting certain statements Aegon claimed to be true. Evelyn figured it was a friendly touch, or perhaps he was too drunk and no longer self-aware, but she chose to not ruin this moment by misreading the King.

Soon enough, Aegon passed out with his head on the table. The room emptied steadily as some of the nobles exited the hall for bed.

“I should take him to bed,” Aemond stated, standing from his chair and taking her hand. “Have a goodnight, Lady Evelyn.”

He leaned down and kissed her knuckles, two gentle kisses, and she unconsciously pressed her thighs together, hairs standing on her arms. They stare into each other’s eyes with longing, neither wanting the night to end. Playful grins on their lips, he slowly let go of her hand and strolled around to Aegon.

He picked up his brother with ease, putting one of Aegon’s arms around his neck, and slowly left the hall, holding the King up by his waist. Evelyn sighed, goosebumps fading from her skin.

He fascinated her and electrified her to the core. The sparks that erupted inside her whenever he was near or touched her felt unreal, and it terrified her how fast it happened. They only just met and this burning hunger she’d never experienced before stirred intensely.

She was falling hard for Aemond.

There wasn’t a man that crossed Evelyn’s path that could charm her, that made her feel the way Aemond made her feel inside. It was unexplainable, nearly fictitious in her mind; pushing her every impulse and driving her to act on her desires.

When she went back to her room, Tabitha helped her undress completely. As Evelyn stood there nude, thinking of Aemond, an idea came to mind and she questioned whether it was too daring or pathetic in taste.

“Tabitha, please bring me my short peach robe.”

“Do you want the nightgown as well, m’Lady?” Tabitha soon walked back with the robe in hand.

“No, just the robe.”

Evelyn slipped her arms into the puffy sleeves as Tabitha covered her in the thick mesh linen, tying it closed under her bust with the attached string of fabric; not transparent but left a little less to the imagination. She brushed out Evelyn’s hair, braiding it all to one side before bowing and heading to the door.

“Have a goodnight, Tabi.”

“You as well, m’Lady,” Tabitha said, leaving the room, smiling to herself.

This is crazy, she debated in her head, but what’s life without risks?

Taking a deep breath, she traipsed across to the door on her bare feet and closed it behind her as she went into the hallway. The guards tried to go with her but she ordered them to stay put. Evelyn traveled to the left wing keep, silently skipping on the balls of her feet until she got to Aemond’s room.

“Please let the Prince know I’m here to see him.” She told the guards and they complied, knocking on the door before opening it.

“Prince Aemond, Lady Evelyn is here to see you.”

“Let her in.” There is no hesitation in his reply. His smoky voice resounded outside the door, unyielding and alluring to her.

The guards part, creating a wide path for Evelyn to walk through, soon closing the doors after she entered. Aemond sat at the desk along the nearest wall, holding loose parchment in his hand until she came close into view.

He thanked the gods in his head for blessing him with the most ethereal fiancé as he took a good look up her body—from her ravishing legs to the hem of her robe rested just below her curvaceous hips, over her defined collarbones and lovely neck—and his eye expanded in awe from the depth of her beauty.

“Hello, my Lord.” She said softly.

“Hello, my Lady.” He set the paper down on the table, standing up and moving away from the wooden furniture.

It took a moment before Evelyn stepped closer, reducing the distance between them and flicking her eyes around the room anxiously, figuring out what to say next.

“How are you settling in?”

“Very well, my Lady, thank you. Your home is as breathtaking as you are.” Aemond said, lust dripping in his low voice.

There was no hiding the happiness in her heart when he complimented her. Her smile and the way her face lit up like the sun showed him how truly beautiful she was and he wanted to express how he admired that any time he could.

He was irrevocably falling for her charms.

“If I may say, I believe you and I are past formalities, don’t you think?” Evelyn asked, taking graceful steps toward him. “From now on, I could just call you Aemond and you can call me Evelyn, or Eve or Evie, whichever you prefer.”

“I like Evelyn.” He cooed, and her cheeks raised to her eyes, planting herself about a foot away from him. “So, tell me…to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“Right, well I- I had an amazing time with you tonight.” She confessed hesitantly, building up her courage and inhaling his vanilla almond scent wafting up her nose.

“As did I.” His low voice reverberated around the room. “The most fun I’ve had in a long while.”

“Good…good, I’m glad,” Evelyn muttered, suddenly getting weak in the knees as they stared at the lustful haze in each other’s eyes.

She pressed her lips in a hard line, searching for the words to say. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, she thought, Aemond is your fiancé now. He has shown clear signs that he’s not upset with their union and has flirted with her all evening. Just be honest.

“Okay, look…I’ve never really done this sort of thing before, but I sense this connection between us and I don’t know if I’m imagining it or if it’s real.” She explained, gingerly untying the string around her in a way that left Aemond completely unaware of what she was doing while pinching the robe closed with her fist. “I don’t want to hide from what I’m feeling or what I want.”

His brows furrowed together, confused by her words, his pink lips parted to say his piece when Evelyn dropped her hand and let her robe fall open. Pushing the fabric off her shoulders and arms, her eyes never shifted from Aemond’s face as it fell to the floor around her, leaving her bare and naked for him to see.

“I want you.” She breathed, biting back her trepidation, her chest rising and falling dramatically.

She stood with courage, but still worried he might reject her. Not because of her appearance; a blind man could see how Aemond practically drooled at the sight of her bare form, soaking in the delicious curves of her hips and brazenly exposed breasts.

His lips still parted but no sound came out of his mouth, his eyes trailing over her perfect body with his fingers twitching at his sides. Evelyn worried that intense attraction wouldn’t be enough and her feelings were one-sided.

“Please…say something.” She whispered, desperation seeping from her voice.

Aemond, infatuated with her, didn’t say a word. He looked to the ground, licking his lips and smirking to himself until he flicked his eye back up at her, his mouth in a fine line, clenching his jaw.

He sauntered closer to her, gazing over her as if she was the most prized treasure he was itching to get his hands on. She held her breath as he began circling her, pausing at her back. His towering body made her dizzy, the heat of his breath on her shoulder as his head lowered stirred the growing ache in her belly she’s had all evening.

Evelyn closed her eyes, timid and eager, mentally preparing to be wrong about her doubt, for him to claim her, but Aemond bent down to the floor and picked up her robe. He stood and unfolded it, holding it up at her side. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to him, catching the tender gleam in his eye.

Disheartened, she looked down to the ground and slipped her arm into the sleeve. Aemond covered her back with it and helped her put her other arm in. Evelyn swiftly pinned the robe closed with her hand.

“Right…uhm- I misread what was happening between us. I made a mistake and moved too quickly. My impulses and impatience got the best of me,” she babbled as she turned around and lifted her head, “so I took a chance. I get that you don’t want to, I get that. I’m sorry to have disturbed you, I’m- I’ll just leave.”

She marched past him, humiliated and ready to storm out of the room until Aemond grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back toward him.

“Wait, please.” He pleaded, “Don’t go.”

“You- what?” Her brows scrunched together, her lips parted and her nostrils flared. Her feelings were confusing enough as it is, and now she had to understand his too.

“I don’t want you to go because you didn’t make a mistake, Evelyn. Our connection, it’s real. I feel it too.” He pulled her against him with ease, placing her under his chin. “I’m sorry I have such trouble communicating how I feel.”

“I’m sure deciphering them will get easier for me with time.” She cooed, his thumb leaving affectionate circles on her arm as he held her to him, allowing her to admire the deep creases of his cheekbones and chiseled jawline.

“Hmm.” He raised a hand and pinched her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his eye. “Listen to me when I say I want to you, bad, especially now you’ve teased me.”

With a playful grin on her lips, she snickered, and the side of his mouth curled up.

“The reason we’re not having sex tonight is that I would like to wait until our wedding night.”

His hands fell, letting her go, but he didn’t move away and she remained pressed to him.

“May I ask why that is?” Evelyn couldn’t help but be surprised at the fact that he was holding off. Since he was younger than her, she expected him to be more eager than her.

“I- I want to protect your virtue and I want it to be special for you…it would be cruel to salvage it for my benefit. You only get one first time.” He explained with sincerity in his tone and gaze.

He wasn't anything like she imagined. This man, who was known as a monster, wasn’t a monster with her. His thoughtfulness and consideration for her made her heart swell. It was in those words she knew he was made for her. She nodded, blushing vividly.

“Well, thank you, Aemond…but how long will I have to wait exactly?”

He smiled widely, showing all the dimples on his face, thrilled by her candor.

“It’s our wedding. We can have it whenever we want. We could have it within the week if you’d like.”

“What about tomorrow?” She blurted out.

“You want to marry me tomorrow?” He asked, raising his right eyebrow in astonishment.

“Do you want to marry me tomorrow?”

“Yes, I do.” He stared at her earnestly, his words full of conviction.

Her heart fell to her stomach in disbelief at how assured he was to be tied to her. They’d only met today and it felt as though they’d been a part of each other for a long time. She reached out her hand and gripped his fingers tight.

When Aemond felt her fingers, he flinched; he’s not been touched with such tenderness since he was a child. He wasn’t a stranger to a woman’s touch and felt their hands all over his body but her touch made him feel at home like he belonged with her.

“Then, it’s a date. We marry tomorrow…will your mother be upset that we aren’t having the wedding in King’s Landing?” She sweetly brushed her thumb over his tough knuckles.

“You’re the bride, we should marry in your home. It doesn’t matter what she wants.” He insisted, raising their conjoined hands and kissing her fingers delicately, inhaling the rose perfume scent that came from her wrist. “As long as it’s not too much for you to plan in a day.”

“Oh, not at all. I was born to plan events, and I can draw up some ideas tonight before bed. It will be perfect.” She giggled, excitement coursing through her veins. “Tomorrow, it is.”

Aemond lowered their hands and their bodies stilled, savoring the peace in each other’s presence. Evelyn, content as she was, didn’t want to overstay her welcome.

“Well, I should let you get some rest. Goodnight, Aemond.” She waited for him to release her hand but he didn’t, and even when she attempted to pull away, he resisted and tugged her back near him.

“Stop trying to run away from me.” He demanded calmly, moving close enough to her that she was pressed to his torso again. “I know I said we can’t sleep together yet, but that doesn't mean we can’t spend time talking and perhaps doing this…”

His words faded out as Aemond leaned his head down, curling his long finger under her chin, and tilted her face up. Without warning, he planted his lips on hers softly, sliding his hand along her collar and caressing the side of her neck in his palm.

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered uncontrollably and her wide brown eyes eventually closed as everything else fell away, moving her lips lithely against his, melting into his touch. His lips, tender and supple as she imagined, sent electricity through her veins and the kiss deepened.

It’s full of passion and hunger, desperate for their first taste of one another. Aemond slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting the warm mixture of strawberry pie and arbor red in each other’s mouths, and she curled her free arm around his thin waist to keep him stuck to her, letting her robe fall open.

It was dizzying, and though this wasn’t her first kiss, it was the best. His experience was far greater than her own, evident in how he captured her mouth, sweeping his tongue over every inch of her mouth, and moaning reverently into her.

It sent vibrations through her body, prodding the growing ache between her legs and tingling in her toes. She let out an involuntary whimper, digging her fingernails into his tunic, showing him that she truly craved him, the first man she’d ever felt this way about.

Aemond slowly lifted his head and separated their lips, looking down at Evelyn blindly searching for his lips until her eyes fluttered open. She pouted playfully and he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear.

“Have I done well convincing you to stay?”

Evelyn nodded vigorously and he continued laughing at her enthusiastic smile, one that lifted his soul and melted his icy heart instantly. Around everyone else, he remained quietly dangerous and stoic, but when he was around her, he felt alive and couldn’t hold back his enthusiasm from her intoxicating presence.

“C’mere, beautiful.”

Aemond led her by the hand toward the bed and they sat up against the pile of pillows along the headboard. They talked, mostly about dragons and their childhoods; laughing and making out a lot. At one point, Aemond was halfway on top of her while they were kissing and laying in the bed, but restrained himself from breaking his vow.

She did not make it easy for him. Every time his hand roamed over her stomach and down her bare hip, or whenever her fingers would tangle in his hair and brush the back of his neck, he held back from following through on all the sexual, intrusive thoughts he wanted to do to her.

The willpower of his need to do right by her helped him and secretly, she hoped he would disregard it all, but he stuck to his word the whole night.

Hours passed, and Evelyn’s head laid on Aemond’s chest, romantically twisting their fingers together as their connected hands hovered over her face, resting in the tranquility they created around themselves as they chatted about the wedding. His other arm folded around her waist in a loving embrace.

“My mother told me she would give me her wedding dress when I marry but now, I’m not so sure.” She confessed, sighing, thinking of how her mother rejected Aemond without a second thought.

“She appeared pleasant at dinner. Perhaps she is warming up to the idea of us together.”

“Possibly…but was that kindness genuine or all an act for the nobles? It wouldn’t have been smart of her to cause a scene in front of them.” She giggled weakly, interlocking their hands.

“Regardless, if she loans you the dress or not, you’ll look incredible and I’m not concerned with what you wear. Only that you are there for me to put a ring on your finger and claim you as mine.”

Evelyn grinned, abruptly bouncing to her knees beside him, and placed her hands on either side of his face, her eyes roving over his pale violet eye and the eyepatch. She lowered her head and kissed him gently. This was the man she needed, that she’d been waiting all this time for.

There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he would be an extraordinary husband and father for any children to come. Their union was meant to be in her eyes, and the sparks ignited between them proved that.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Aemond whispered against her lips and she kissed harder once more before breaking their shared affection.

“Neither can I.” She traced the sharp line of his jaw with her finger. “I best head to bed though. Lots to do tomorrow and I need all the rest I can get.”

“Yes, you’re right. We both need to sleep.”

Evelyn kissed him one last time before sliding off the bed, knotting the string of her robe to cover her nude body, and headed for the door with Aemond walking behind her. She turned to look at him, memorizing his features for her dreams to come.

“Goodnight, Aemond.”

“Goodnight, Evelyn.”

Leaving the room, Aemond closed the door behind her as she headed back to her chambers. Upon arrival, she spotted Tabitha waiting by her door and rushed over to her.

“Tabitha?” She noticed the handmaiden’s worried look, and her heart raced.

“M’Lady, I-”

“Is everything alright? What are you doing out of bed this late?” Evelyn took her hands, squeezing them lovingly.

“Everything’s fine, Lady Evelyn. I don’t mean to frighten you but…King Aegon came to find me tonight. He asked me to show him where your room was.” Tabitha’s hands retreated to her sides.

Evelyn could visibly see Tabitha’s muscles tense, like a child preparing for punishment.

“After I did, he knocked but I told him you weren’t in there. He insisted I let him in and that he would wait for you to come back.”

“He’s in there now?” Evelyn questioned and Tabitha nodded in shame.

“I’m sorry m’Lady. I tried to convince him to come by at a more reasonable hour but he- I didn’t want to bring dishonor to your house and with him being…”

“I know. I understand completely, Tabi. He’s the King, and it was wise of you to not defy him. You did absolutely nothing wrong, my dear.” Evelyn promised her, patting her shoulder reassuringly.

“Thank you. I didn’t want to lose your trust.”

“Never, Tabitha. I trust you with my life, always.” She explained, glancing at the door hesitantly. “Nothing to concern yourself about, but you must get some sleep. We’re having the wedding tomorrow.”

Evelyn and Tabitha quietly squeal together in excitement, smiling and giggling, sharing the joy of the wonderful news.

“Really?! Congratulations, m’Lady!”

“Thank you, but that’s why I need you to get as much rest as you can. There’s so much to do tomorrow and I will need your help every step of the way.”

“I’ll not leave your side tomorrow, m’Lady.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, off you go.” Evelyn commanded leniently, nudging Tabitha’s arm and directing her into walking back to her quarters.

The maiden bowed and nodded, spinning around and hiking back to her bedroom. Evelyn sighed, facing the door and thanking the gods that Tabitha was here to tell her that the King was waiting for her just inside. The biggest question on her mind: why was waiting for her?

She carefully stepped into the room, self-conscious of the fact that she was wearing nothing but her peach robe, and spotted him standing by the fireplace with his back to the door. The red and orange flames cracked and burned through the wood and reflected at him.

“Making yourself comfy, your Grace?” She asked, curious to see he’d started a fire on such a warm night.

“Fire is beautiful, don’t you think? They speak only truth in a world full of lies and burn them in its wake. It is why people of the free cities worship the Red God; flames help light the true way.” He answered, his words confusing her even more.

“It’s quite late, your Grace. Is there an urgent matter you need to discuss?”

Aegon turned leisurely on the heels of his boots, facing Evelyn silently and his eyes immediately scanned up and down her body. Each time he laid eyes on her, he had to remind himself that she was real. To him, she wasn’t just pretty; she was otherworldly and vaguely threatening. He was enamored by it.

“Where were you tonight?” He began stalking in her direction, closing in on her and leering deep into her eyes.

“I went to meet a friend.” She choked on the words she truly wanted to tell him, but she didn’t want to piss off the King, especially not the night before the wedding.

“You mean, my brother. It’s fine, you can speak freely with me, Lady Evelyn.” His sly smirk made her shift on her feet, and the noticed change flew to his ego.

“Yes, I was with Aemond. Is this what you came here to discuss?”

“And what did you two do together?” His demanding tone rang in her ears as he moved closer to her, filling her range of sight, and inhaling her honey-rose scent.

The question stunned her for a moment, an overwhelming tension forming as he stood in her face, pushing her about the private time between her and his brother. His curiosity confused her further, leaving her mind boggled.

“Apologies, your Grace, but I don’t believe that is of any concern to you. This is-”

“Oh, don’t be a prude, darling. It’s in our nature to fuck, feed, and breed, as it is for all humans. Nothing to be ashamed about.” He shrugged, moseying around her to the long table along the wall with a large bowl of fresh fruit and a pitcher of wine on it.

Her lips parted in bewilderment, spinning around in time to watch him pluck a grape off its stem and shove it in his mouth, lodging three more after it.

“If you must know, we didn’t do anything of the sort. We talked. That was all.”

His striking, narrowed eyes met hers. “Liar.”

“Excuse me? I haven't lied.” She scoffed. “This is absurd. I don’t need to be sharing any of this with you. Perhaps you should go get some sleep, your Grace.”

He must still be drunk from the dinner party, she thought. That was the only reasonable explanation for this prying inquisition. Aegon swallowed his chewed fruit and his dark eyes grew wide, his lips falling open a little as he steadily moved near her.

“Wait- you’re serious? You went to his room, dressed like that, and he didn’t sleep with you?”

Evelyn shook her head, her lips pressed together and her brows knitted above her nose, but the second his eyes lit up, she knew she wasn’t going to enjoy listening to what came out of his mouth next. The most overzealous and boisterous laugh erupted from his throat, holding onto his sides for support as he continued.

“What’s so humorous?”

“Oh, my brother, that's what. My twat little brother.” Aegon’s laughing slowed as he took giant breaths in between and cleared his throat, chortling in the interim.

Evelyn stood frozen as he planted himself directly in front of her once again, nearly pressing his torso to her chest, breathing in her air.

“I mean, if a girl shows up to your room naked in a robe, you don’t turn her away. You unwrap her and make her cum until she can’t move.” He purred, casually brushing his fingers against her hand but she didn’t notice. “You sought him for intimacy, correct?”

“Yes.” Her teeth clenched apprehensively, taking a step to the side to get some space between them.

“Then why didn’t he open his gift? There had to be a reason unless my brother is simply a half-blind idiot.” Aegon continued to pry, his dark gaze darting over her face as she paused in thought.

She contemplated her choices; it was either to answer his questions, get him out fast and not ruin things between her and her fiancée’s brother or kick him out, potentially ruin everything with Aemond and turn the Lannisters into enemies of the crown.

To her, Aegon certainly reflected the type of guy who would take defiance as an act of treason and she couldn’t afford to step on toes.

“He wants to wait until we are wed. He wants it to be special for me.” Evelyn admitted, folding her arms across her chest.

The corner of his eyes caught the hem of her robe rising about an inch, exposing more of her supple thighs and he licked his lips, taking another gutsy step to stand in her direct line of sight.

“So, Aemond truly is a pitiful, half-blind idiot. To think I’d taught him well enough.”

“I thought it was quite refreshing. A true gentleman. He wished for my first time to be memorable.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“First time? No- you’re kidding. You’re a virgin?” His brows raised, an audible gasp of disbelief as he watched her unwavering stare, knowing she hasn’t lied once. “How?”

“I don’t know.” She spat, her eyes shot to the door, frustrated by the interrogation. “Never found a person I wanted to be intimate with or perhaps nobody has wanted to be intimate with me.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.” He chuckled, biting his lower lip, lusting shimmer in his rich, purple-hued eyes.

This was the first time Evelyn fully observed how he looked at her, like a delicious meal he wished to sink his teeth into, and it worried her severely; because Aegon wasn’t unappealing in her eyes. No Targaryen was and she had two pieces of proof right under her roof.

“Well, if that’s all and I have satisfied your curiosity, it’s very late and I need to get some sleep.” She said and stormed away from him to the door.

“Have you ever touched yourself, my Lady?”

The vulgar question stopped her as her hand touched one of the doorknobs, a hard gulp of saliva down her throat, and the room grew hotter.

“No.”

“Why not? I mean, you want to know what it feels like, right? The sensation of an orgasm. That’s why you went to see my brother tonight, isn’t it?” Aegon took small steps in her direction, enjoying the view of her backside, the rounded curves of her ass peeking from beneath her robe.

“Yes.” She breathed, goosebumps raising on her skin as he came closer, her gut tightening and twisting like before and she hated it.

It was true, she’d never touched herself but she always figured it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t feel as good unless it was someone else. The urge was easy to ignore until she met Aemond, then it came in waves all evening.

And right now, with Aegon behind her, his breath on her shoulder and the swelter of his body cascading hers intensely brought it back and she didn’t understand why. She wanted only Aemond, but her touch-starved body didn’t care.

She swirled around to see him standing there, face to face with her, and only an inch between them. With her back pressed to the door, he gave her no room to move, placing a hand against the wood beside her head, inherently trapping her between his stocky body and the firm door.

“Look, it was wrong of my brother to turn you away. Delectable as you are, you deserve to cum whenever you want. I could help you with that, my Lady.” He whispered sensually, bearing more of his weight against her.

“Your Grace, please-”

“You should experience it once before you go all in with Aemond. That way you’re not blindsided by how your body reacts and more prepared for how it will feel to be touched down there.”

His other palm rested on the side of her thigh, warming her skin and she shook her head, working to resist his seduction, but his pretty eyes and sharp jawline, the choppy hair that shaped his face perfectly, his delicate features, similar to his brother’s, were undeniably charming.

“We can’t do this. We shouldn’t. I won’t have sex with you and betray Aemond.” She said weakly, working hard to not tremble under his touch, especially when his fingertips dig into her leg as he gave her tender flesh a stiff squeeze.

“Who said anything about sex? Aemond would have my head if I deflowered you.” He explained, removing his hand from the door to play with the end of her hefty braid. “My fingers can give you exactly what you need.”

Her heart pumped rapidly, her breath hitching in her throat as he lowered his head into the crease of her neck, the hand on her leg traveling to her inner thigh as he gave her skin a gentle kiss and she accidentally whimpered.

“Please, your Grace.” She pleaded shakily, grabbing his wrist and stopping his hand before it reached her now throbbing cunt. “This is wrong.”

“Then tell me to stop. Tell me no. Tell me you don’t want my help and I’ll leave.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe and she gasped.

The sensation was consuming, sending aches straight into her gut and her will was crumbling. This would be a betrayal to Aemond, and although she wanted to tell Aegon to leave, her body’s desire had built up for too long.

Losing her fight, Aegon lifted his head, peering into her gaze reflecting into his, and her hand reluctantly slid up his arm, signaling to him that he had her permission to resume.

“Good girl.”

He leaned in and kissed her, sloppily and full of need; he’d been wanting to kiss her badly and as his hand cradled the side of her neck roughly, she could tell that Aegon craved her. It was evident in the raging force of his lips on hers.

His hand shoved over between her legs, the bottom of his palm resting on top of her pussy, nuzzled in the trimmed bush of hair, his finger petted her slit begging for entrance but she kept her legs clasped together.

“I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it, darling. I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.” He muttered against her mouth, peppering kisses down the side of her lips.

She already regretted the choice she was making and exhaled harshly, parting her legs for him and he grinned against her throat, slipping a thick digit between her wet folds. A sharp inhale sucked into her throat, her clutch on his arm tightening.

“Fuck, you are wet. That’s a good thing, by the way. Gods, you are making my cock extremely hard. Probably had my brother the same way.” He groaned, purposefully grinding his clothed erection on her leg as he added another finger.

A crude moan escaped her, throwing her head back, she instinctively arched her back as his fingers played with her sinewy flesh and flicked along the sensitive bud of nerves, building this uneasy pressure in her abdomen, and her body tensed attempting to control it.

“How does it feel? Tell me.”

“Weird.” She huffed through gritted teeth, placing a hand on his shoulder for support.

“You have to relax, it’s the only way to get the results you desire. Let me take care of you. I know it’s strange, but trust me.” His words unexpectedly comforted her, and she leaned her forehead onto his shoulder, his evergreen scent calming her.

Her body shudders, melting into his touch hastily as she lets go, no longer holding back and allowing herself to succumb to the carnality of his fingers coated in her slick juices. He slid them back and forth, reveling in how she whined in his ear and clutched to his clothes.

“That’s it, surrender to it, my Lady.”

Light-headed and breathless, Evelyn drowned in the pleasure of his fingers rubbing circles on her clit, playing with her wetness and expertly building the fire pooling in her belly with squelching friction. Her knees buckled, realizing she’d be on the floor if Aegon wasn’t holding her up.

Evelyn proudly owned the obscene pleasure she was experiencing, rutting her hips into his hand and using him to push her over the edge that she senses her body nearing. Huffing moans, her body threatened to tear in half as she buried her face into his neck.

Suddenly an explosion of light came across her vision and she cried out into his skin, muffling their volume as her insides pulsed on his hand, squirting sticky arousal onto his fingers, fisting his tunic fiercely. Panting heavily, she worked to catch her breath, her jelly legs unable to move.

“Mmm, you did well, my Lady. I’m sure you’ll sleep even better tonight now that you aren’t tightly wound anymore.” He teased, slipping his hand from her pussy, and she shivered, leaning back and looking away shamefully.

Aegon looked at the creamy, transparent discharge on his fingers, snatching her jaw in his other hand, forcing her to look at him as he held it up to his lips.

“Look at your mess. Don’t be ashamed of it. Aemond is a very lucky man.”

Evelyn slapped his hand off her face and pushed him as hard as she could, but he only tripped back a few inches, chuckling mockingly. He immediately licked his hand clean of her cum, wiping his fingers dry on his trousers and watching her body language change from aroused to furious in a split second.

“I need you to leave. Now, your Grace.” The guilt rushed through her, eating her up inside and reminding her of how weak she was.

“I suppose you can thank me tomorrow for my service. He remarked, heading toward the door and she stepped aside, keeping her distance. “Just so you know, I won’t say a word to Aemond. If you want to, that’s your choice but he won’t hear anything from me, little lion.”

With that, he grabbed the doorknob and opened one of the doors, but as he began to walk out, he stopped in his tracks. Aegon spun to the side and looked at Evelyn, her head hanging low, sadness in her eyes and he sighed deeply.

“Guilt and shame are useless emotions, Lady Evelyn. This isn’t as big of a slight as you think it is. We did nothing wrong.” He commented, shrugging his shoulders in contentment.

She remained silent, not meeting his eyes, and it stung him a bit. He missed the satisfying bliss in her eyes after he made her cum, but now only saw hatred building in them. Always the villain, he thought.

“We can’t take it back, best not dwell.” He swiftly exited the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

Though she wished not to feel this way, Evelyn knew she betrayed Aemond only hours after agreeing to marry tomorrow and it made her nauseous. She couldn’t lie; to start a marriage off with dishonesty would put their life together on the wrong path. But if she told him, would there even be a wedding?

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good god, let me give you my life. — kaeya

another converted oc fic!!!! yes i have many kaeya thoughts....... and i missed this oc in particular QAQ anyways please accept this word vomit its like 2k words im sorry idk what possessed me

pairing: kaeya x fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries + alcohol, light swearing (like, three instances max)

Kaeya had seen that doe-eyed look countless times before, but there was still something about the way your gaze burned almost incredulously into his own that made his smirk grow wider.

"Kaeya, you asshole!" you exclaimed, but your half-exasperated anger just made him laugh—by the Seven, you were even more fun to tease than Diluc!

"What's the rush?" he laughed, ignoring your hand on his chest to balance herself as you tiptoed to where he was holding your Vision right out of your reach. "Is widdle [Name] so scared of—"

You elbowed him in the gut at that, and his grip on your Vision wavered as he let out a pained oof. You pinned it back to where it normally hung, and a glance at your clothes—the buttoned up coat, the bags placed haphazardly on the ground next to your boots—was all it took for the lucidity to return to Kaeya's eyes.

"The others are waiting," you muttered, gaze downcast and cheeks flushed from the cold. Kaeya nodded. Wordlessly, you grabbed his hands and squeezed, ever so gently.

"I promise we'll come back to visit," you said. "And I'll write a lot."

Kaeya nodded again, a devious grin pulling at his lips but faltering at the edges. "When you do come back I'll ask Master Crepus to throw a party and I'll read out your letters for everyone to hear—"

"You—!"

"...So come back safe, okay?"

A sigh, then, and another light squeeze of his hands.

"I promise."

With that, Kaeya finally let you go—and already missing the warmth of your palms and the fleetingness of your touch, he watched as your back disappeared off into the horizon.

Kaeya often found himself waiting, those days, to the point that he might have called himself distracted if he hadn't known any better. The smile that graced his lips at each letter—which always started with your and your brother's neat handwriting, with little comments from your sister sprinkled all throughout, and sealed with some local flower or other—never failed to go unnoticed, to the point that even Diluc found himself sighing at the sight.

"You're an idiot," he had said, and nothing else.

Each year your visits had become a staple of summer, and for days on end Master Crepus' manor was filled with foreign music and dance. Kaeya never read out your letters like he said he would, but you two would always sneak out of the party with a bottle of champagne, and you would whisper gossip to each other like you always used to, conspiratory and scheming.

(Once, just as a laugh was about to spill from his lips, you placed your palm over the lower half of his face and kissed the back of your hand. "I thought you were bolder than that," he teased, and with a scoff you plucked the bottle from his hands.

"Oh? I'd like to see you do better, lover boy.")

One year the letters stopped, and you never came to visit. Winter came all too soon. The calla lilies in your last letter had begun to wilt.

The next year, he and Diluc parted ways. As their swords clashed for the last time, he wished it was your flames that had scorched him instead.

Two years hence, the Knights of Favonius found a young woman, half-conscious and all but bleeding out, under the tree at Windrise.

Kaeya had stopped in his tracks when he heard, his silver tongue going dry behind the calm smile he put on. "Thanks for the news," he told his subordinate. "I'll check it out."

As soon as he was alone, he let the panic sink in.

His walk to the cathedral was exceedingly brief, and Kaeya wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing. As he walked towards the infirmary he heard Barbara's voice—

"...but do you remember anything else?"

A pause, then a blunt, "No."

—And as he walked inside he saw the deaconess with her tome, and a little ways behind her was...you. You seemed a little pale and worse for wear, but when you looked at him with the same doe-eyed look as before, Kaeya couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved.

"You really worried me back there, love," he said smoothly. "How are you feeling now?"

You glanced almost unnoticeably at Barbara, who seemed to mouth something along the lines of, "Later."

"Alive, I guess," you responded, then paused for a good moment as you glanced at him fully. Kaeya raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry…" you said, "It's just that I've heard so much about you, but—"

But what? he thought, and felt his blood run cold again.

"—I have no idea who you are."

—

Kaeya thought it the worst of cruelties for you to be so similar to your old self, yet so wholly, horribly different. You walked with the same languid grace, spoke with the same haughtiness and pride, still tapped your teaspoon against the rim of your teacup—three times, every single time, with a resounding chime.

But you no longer looked at him the same, no longer laughed at his old jokes, no longer called him by his name. It was always captain or sir, and never what he so desperately longed to hear.

"You Knights are always so ineffective," Diluc sighed, and for the first time in years the Ragnvindr brothers finally found themselves in agreement.

Kaeya laughed self-pityingly, running one hand through his hair and using the other to swirl the contents of his half-empty glass. Another sigh, and just as he was about to speak again, the door to Angel's Share opened to the sound of laughter.

"Venti, I said no—"

"Oh, come on! All you've been doing is reading that journal of yours! I thought you—"

There was an indignant, ungraceful sounding yell, and the rest of Venti's words were muffled by what Kaeya assumed was your hand. You two whispered together some more—he even thought he heard you threaten him, if he wasn't mistaken—and with your defeated sigh, Venti began to tune his lyre.

Ah, you was going to dance, then.

Kaeya turned in his seat to the point where he could watch them from the corner of his vision, taking another drink from his steadily-emptying glass. With gentle hands, the bard began to pluck at his lyre strings, and with the same practiced, precise movements he committed so dearly to memory, your body began to sway.

He knew this one—it started off slowly, gently, only to speed up as the music did as well. One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three-four, went your heels against the wooden floor, and as the song ended and you bowed with a haughty flourish, Kaeya had abruptly stood up and left the tavern.

Your steps were light against the cobblestone when you caught up with him, that same night.

"Captain," you said, "you've been avoiding me."

He turned around to face you, a practiced smile on his lips. He couldn't look you in the eyes, though, no matter how intensely your gaze burned into him. "Oh? What might you be doing out so late, Miss [Surname]?"

You sighed, placing a hand on your hip. "You knew me before, right? That's why you keep running away?"

Kaeya's tongue went dry as he heard you speak. Ah, what does he say to this? He watched you sigh again, but this time you brought out the musty old journal that he knew hung from your waist.

You held it out to him expectantly, but he didn't take it.

"...We knew each other," he eventually replied, soft and without any of his normal bravado. "We were…close."

Your face remained impassive, but there was a glint in your eyes that gave your suspicion away. "...I see," you said. "Then…I want to start again. I can't be the person you knew before, but…"

It was Kaeya who sighed this time, endearingly. "You really haven't changed," he said, before holding out a hand for you to shake. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, then. Kaeya Alberich, at your service."

You smiled, and he felt his heart flutter and ache alike at the sight. Taking his hand, you said, "[Name] [Surname]…a pleasure it is to finally know you, Kaeya."

—

Whenever dusk fell, Kaeya would often find you at one of the many taverns littered throughout the city, but your favourite seemed to be the Angel's Share, of all places. If you weren't dancing along to whatever tune the bard was singing, you were often talking with Diluc from the opposite end of the bar, sipping from your glass of wine.

And whenever Kaeya would walk in you would turn to him and raise your glass in greeting, crowing something or other about coincidence, and he would say something or other about fate; and then you would drink together as his brother grew increasingly exasperated at the volume.

One evening, he had lost track of how many rounds he had when his head began to grow fuzzy. He was only half-conscious of Charles' sigh, and you saying something along the lines of, "I'll bring him home."

With practiced ease—likely from your time hanging around with that drunkard bard—you lifted him up and slung his arm around your shoulders, struggling a bit from his height. "C'mon, captain, let's get you home," you said, to which he merely nodded and buried his face in the warmth of the crook of your neck.

"Y'know, it was always you getting wasted like this," he drawled. "Master Crepus used to—! He used to always scold us for stealing wine, but you were always half passed out so you never heard any of it."

You looked down, seemingly deep in thought. "It sounds like we were very close," you said, and he chuckled and hummed in the affirmative.

He began rambling again as you made the short walk to his house, continuing even as you dug through his pockets for his keys. How he still reads your letters, how you made fun of his eyepatch the very first time he wore it, how you two used to climb the tree at Windrise, hoping always, in vain, to somehow reach the highest bough. If he were less shitfaced and more sober perhaps he would have found it in himself to stem the waterfall of words spilling from his lips—honest and raw in a way neither of you were used to—but as it stood, all he could have done was bare his heart to you like this.

You were silent as you laid him down on his bed, mumbling more to yourself than to anyone else, "You need to drink water, Kaeya."

The silence between you hung heavy like a body on the gallows.

"I really loved you, you know."

Another pause, then, and then the soft caress of your palm against his cheek, and the lightest brush of your lips against his forehead.

"...Good night, Kaeya."

The next day, Kaeya woke up with the worst bitch of a migraine he's ever had in his life. As he rose to get a glass of water, he suddenly became aware of several things: firstly, the fact that he was a fucking idiot; second, the fact that he needs to get black-out drunk less often; and third, the fact that you were lying asleep on his couch, your journal in one hand and your other arm hanging off the side.

He sighed, placing down the empty glass, and walked over to you—and with your same gentleness from the night before, Kaeya brushed aside your bangs to press a kiss to your forehead.

—

"Snrk—you what?"

"Oh, yes, and then after that Jean said—"

You cut off the rest of his story by shoving a piece of meat in his mouth, and when Kaeya managed to swallow it he was met with the sight of your smug smile and your eyes still bleary from laughing.

"There's no way all of that happened because of a rabbit," you said, to which he laughed good-naturedly, followed by a sip from his glass of wine.

"You'd be surprised what kinds of things Klee can get herself into."

You laughed again, and he took another drink of wine. Ah, he missed this, he thought. Missed the way the breeze here at Windrise smelled of asters, missed the way the moonlight trickled down through the leaves of the giant tree.

(Most of all, he missed the little way your nose would crinkle when you laughed, but he'd prefer not to say that aloud, lest he be hit over the head with the wine bottle he brought along today—amnesia or not, he knew very well it was still within your strength to do so.)

Kaeya watched as you closed your eyes to enjoy the evening breeze, your hair like a wildfire in the breeze. You looked at him then, your eyes heavy with a certain lucidity that he couldn't name, but still managed to shake him somehow.

"...I'm in love with you, Kaeya."

When he smirked and said, "So I get to brag that I made you fall for me twice?" he was met with the same indignant, doe-eyed glare from all those years ago.

"I'm being serious!" you exclaimed, but he only laughed again, and covered your mouth with the palm of his hand. Before you could protest again, he kissed the back of his own hand and pulled away, a cheeky grin on his lips.

"Where'd all that bravado go, Mr. Casanova?"

Kaeya was hit with a pang of nostalgia, then. He looked at you, cheeks lightly flushed from the cold breeze and embarrassment alike, and his smile only widened further.

"Hmm? Think you can do any better, dearest?"

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