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queen--kenobi · 11 days

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Pairings: Fem!Aemond x OFC (Jaenna x Elayna Reyne), previous Tyland Lannister x OFC

Fic summary: A day in the life of Elayna Reyne Targaryen, formerly Elayna Reyne Lannister.

Modern AU!

NSFT under the cut (wlw action, PiV with a strap on, multiple orgasms, spitting, sex toys, bondage, lil' bit of degradation, BDSM dynamic). Listen fem!Aemond fucks and fucks hard and good

"Mmmhhhmmm, ah. Jaenna. Sh- mmhmm. No. No mo- can't take."

Elayna feels on cloud nine as she babbles. Each of Jaenna's thrusts cause the bed to rattle against the wall. Elayna's tits jiggle and bounce with every movement. Jaenna grins down at her, her normally straight platinum blonde hair falling in a curly curtain around them. One of Jaenna's hands rests by Elayna’s forehead while the other presses one of Elayna’s thighs back. Her eyes dart down to where her strap on disappears into Elayna. The dildo is large, the largest they've tried. Every fat inch manages to fit inside Elayna.

"Your pussy is taking me so well." Jaenna nearly croons. Elayna nods. Her eyes roll back into her head. Jaenna's wicked grin turns into a smirk. "Poor baby. Cock-dumb already?"

Elayna wants to argue. They've been at this for an hour now with Jaenna pulling multiple orgasms from Elayna like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. She opens her mouth but no sound comes out.

"Does my slut want me to spit in her mouth? Hm?" Jaenna looks so wicked yet so beautiful. Elayna nods. She didn't even realize she was until Jaenna's eye grows dark. Jaenna puckers her cheeks. Elayna's tongue lolls out. Jaenna lets her spit hang for a second before releasing it.

"Swallow."

Elayna does. Jaenna's pleased rumble causes Elayna to arch further into Jaenna's touch. Everything in that moment is Jaenna. Every sight and sound, every scent, every feeling is Jaenna, belongs to Jaenna. Her whole being is Jaenna's.

"You can give me one more, can't you?"

Elayna shakes her head.

"No?" God, she loves it when Jaenna gets this way. "I think you can. I know you can. I want two more."

"Mhmm Jaenna I ca-"

Every thought in Elayna’s brain dies the minute Jaenna reaches between them and turns on the vibrator nestled snugly on the base of the strap. Elayna arches up off the bed so high her shoulders leave the sheets. The movement pulls at the ribbons restraining her wrists. Her toes curl so hard it feels as if they might cramp.

Jaenna moans with her. Her hips rock with renewed fervour. She chases the vibrations. Each movement pushes the strap on further into Elayna and the vibrator closer to Elayna’s clit. Elayna sobs. Tears begin to prickle at the corners of her eyes. It's too much yet not enough.

Jaenna straightens up. She grabs Elayna’s other thigh easily and pushes them both up and together. The pressure and shape makes Elayna bear down even harder.

When Jaenna throws her head back, Elayna crests. Watching Jaenna lose herself in ecstacy triggers some part of Elayna. She wants to see it again. She wants to mark the pale column of Jaenna's throat with her mouth. She wants this vision imprinted on her brain and behind her eyelids forever.

One orgasm bleeds into a second one as Jaenna chases her own high. Elayna only vaguely hears the sound of skin against skin. The blood in her veins thunders through every part of her. Above her, Jaenna groans.

When Jaenna's hands leave her thighs, Elayna nearly cries. She doesn't know if she's crying for more of Jaenna's touch or because of relief. Her legs fall back down to the mattress. Her very bones feel like jelly. Jaenna moves quickly. She undoes the ribbon around Elayna’s wrists.

Instantly, Elayna wraps her arms around Jaenna. Her legs refuse to move from the mattress. She digs her nails into the soft skin as Jaenna builds back up to her brutal place.

"One more? One more. With me."

"Jae- oh. Jaen- mphm. Please." Elayna doesn't even know what she's begging for anymore. She isn't even sure she can take another one. Her whole body feels exhausted. Her thighs burn as if she's just run a marathon, her abdomen shakes and quivers, and her cunt almost feels numb from the sheer onslaught.

The pleasure is still there, but it teeters on the unstable edge of pain. Tears blur her vision.

"One more." Jaenna does not ask or demand. She commands. "Gonna... count down."

Elayna whines. Her jaw goes slack. Still, she nods.

"10... 9... 8..."

Interspersed with the numbers are Jaenna's moans. She's quieter, less vocal, than Elayna most of the time. Elayna tries to focus on those noises. The promise of both beautiful ecstacy and painful overstimulation loom together.

"7... 6.. 5... ah, fuck."

The strap inside her almost seems to pulse with the vibrations from the bullet nestled between them. She can't tell if she's trying to move her hips towards or away from the feeling. It doesn't matter either way; Jaenna has Elayna trapped.

"4... 3- Fuck. 3... 2..."

Jaenna nearly stutters out every number. Tears openly trickle down Elayna’s cheeks.

"1. Now."

Vaguely, Elayna registers the thought Jaenna has trained her. The minute the command leaves her mouth, the coil inside of Elayna snaps. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Above her, Jaenna shakes. The movement makes her last few thrusts sloppy and very deep. Both of her arms give. She drops down to her forearms.

They stay like that for a long moment. Eventually, awareness comes back to Elayna’s body. She feels Jaenna's weight, comforting and blissful, on her. Next, the damp sheets underneath her back. A soft touch on her face makes her turn. A small noise of complaint leaves her.

Elayna hisses when Jaenna pulls out. She feels sore, used and abused in a delightful way. Jaenna says nothing. Instead, she presses a quiet kiss to Elayna’s forehead by way of apology. She slowly stands up. Elayna wants to sit up and pull Jaenna back, but every bit of strength has left her. Boneless doesn't even begin to describe the cloud she's nestled in.

She hears shuffling and then the sound of something thick being dropped. The sound of running water confirms her suspicions Jaenna is washing their toys. Elayna sits up a little. She takes a look at her wrists, although she knows they're fine.

Sticky warmth makes Elayna sit up straight and open her legs wide.

The lube from the strap drips out of Elayna. From this angle, it looks and somewhat feels like cum. It's not as hot, but the sticky texture seems close.

Elayna laughs. She falls back onto the silk pillowcases.

"Jaenna?"

"Mhm?" The water stops. Jaenna peeks her head into their bedroom. Her cheeks are still slightly red, and her swear dampened hair sticks to her skin.

"We're going to have to do laundry and change the sheets." Elayna grins. She lets her legs fall to either side so Jaenna can see. The faux cum still drips from her. "You made a mess of me."

Jaenna's eye instantly zeros in on the spot in question. She smirks. When she looks up at Elayna again, she looks as if she wants to devour Elayna whole once more. Elayna swallows, her eyes wide. Slowly, Jaenna steps out of the bathroom. The vibrator from earlier dangles on one finger. She stalks towards Elayna, every step filled with intent. Elayna nearly squeaks. She moves up the mattress and away from Jaenna. Her back hits the headboard with a 'thump'.

Despite Elayna’s pleas not even 10 minutes ago, her cunt clenches around nothing. Jaenna's smirks only grows wider. She places one knee and then the other on the end of the bed. Elayna could jump off the bed, but instead, she presses herself further back against the headboard. Her heart beats rapidly.

Jaenna crawls up the bed. She stops when her hands are on either side of Elayna’s hips. Elayna watches every move, every flex of Jaenna's muscles, every twitch of her lips.

She squeals when Jaenna suddenly grabs her calf and pulls her down the bed with surprising ease. The sheets slide with her, bunching up underneath her upper back and shoulders. Jaenna only stops once Elayna is beneath her once more, face to face.

Jaenna slowly lowers her head. Elayna draws in a shaky breath as Jaenna brushes her nose along the side of Elayna’s neck. She pauses. Elayna almost moans when she hears Jaenna inhale.

"If you can still speak, I clearly didn't make enough of a mess of you."

Jaenna's breath feels hot against the shell of her ear. Elayna shivers.

"Maybe... maybe you should fix that. Now, preferably."

Jaenna lifts her head. She lifts an eyebrow. The darkness in her eyes stays.

"Mmmhhmm, now? I thought you couldn't take anymore."

"Yes, well, I... I don't want to wash anymore sheets. Or change them. Dry cleaning is expensive these days."

Jaenna nearly snickers.

"Whatever will I do with you, Elayna Targaryen."

"I have a few things in mind."

Jaenna moves the hand on Elayna’s hip. She trails her fingers slowly, a featherlight touch, up Elayna’s side. Elayna feels goosebumps in the wake of her touch.

The doorbell rings.

Elayna nearly jumps out of her skin. Jaenna's seductive expression quickly changes to one of annoyance. However, she doesn't move to let Elayna up. Elayna frowns.

"I should get that."

"If they need you that urgently, they'll call." Jaenna argues. She moves her hand to press her thumb against Elayna’s lips.

The doorbell rings again. This time in the silence, Elayna can hear furious knocking. It almost sounds as if two small sets of fists are pounding at the do-

"Shit! The kids!"

Jaenna sits back. She raises an eyebrow. Elayna dives off the bed to look for a robe.

"Tyland said he needed to drop them off an hour earlier than normal because he's got to leave tonight for some conference or other. I completely forgot about that."

Elayna sees her robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The doorbell rings again. Jaenna gets up and goes over to her pile of clothes as Elayna hastily ties her robe. Elayna dashes over to her bedside and grabs her phone.

It rings twice before Tyland picks up.

"Hey."

"Is something wrong?" To a stranger, Tyland sounds concerned. Elayna knows him better. She feels the fake blandness coming off of him.

"I'm so sorry. I forgot you were bringing them early."

At the sound of Elayna’s voice, two almost identical blonde heads turn towards the phone. Both of the twin's faces light up with sheer delight.

"Mommy!" Tybalt grins.

"Mommy! Mommy, let us in!!!" Jaenella almost jumps on top of her brother to try and see better. Tybalt grunts. He turns his head and snaps his teeth at Jaenella. She sticks her tongue out at him.

"I will, honey. Just give Mommy a second, okay? Mommy was taking a nap so she needs to get changed. I'll be right down."

"A nap? At this hour? Are you feeling alright?" Tyland truly does concerned like no other. Elayna bites the inside of her cheek to keep what she wants to say inside her mouth.

"Are you getting sick?" Tybalt does his best to get back into frame. As soon as the irritation appears, Tybalt soothes it. Elayna's heart melts.

"Yeah! Sick of you."

"Jaenella. Don't be rude to your brother."

"Yeah!"

"It's not rude if it's true!"

Elayna shakes her head. "I'll be down as fast as I can."

She ends the call. With a sigh, she sets her phone down and pads over to the pile of clothes left from Friday evening. Those were the last clothes she wore; the weekend had been spent naked in Jaenna's embrace except when one of them had to answer the delivery driver. Elayna grabs the dress. She barely picks it up off the ground before erupting into a fit of giggles.

Jaenna peeks her head out of the bathroom. Her boxers hang low on her waist. Elayna wants to taste the sliver of skin peeking out from between the hem of her black tank top and the waistband of her boxer.

Jaenna clears her throat. Elayna starts. She pouts.

"I told you this was my favorite dress!"

She holds what's left of it up. Jaenna almost shredded it.

"I told you if you wore it again, I would tear it off you."

"But it was my favorite!"

"I warned you." Jaenna shrugs. She saunters past Elayna into the walk-in closet. Elayna follows after her. She grabs a shirt at random and throws it on. As Jaenna bends down to open one of the drawers with her clothes, Elayna resists the urge to smack Jaenna's ass.

"Do that at your own peril."

Jaenna stands up. In her hands, she has a neatly folded pair of sweatpants. She looks at Elayna. Her good eye sparkles, daring Elayna.

"Can't keep the kids waiting."

"I won't."

Jaenna smirks. Elayna can't help herself; she has such a good opportunity here. She reaches forward and snags the sweatpants out of Jaenna's hand. Jaenna stares at Elayna, almost dumbfounded. Elayna dashes out of the closet, one leg in Jaenna's sweatpants, before Jaenna is upon her. Elayna giggles as Jaenna snakes one arm around her middle. She pulls Elayna close to her. Elayna pushes her hips back.

"You're going to pay for that."

"I plan on it."

Elayna turns her head. Jaenna leans in to capture her lips in a kiss.

"Okay. I have to let the kids in." As much as she loathes it, she pulls away from Jaenna. She shimmies into Jaenna's sweatpants. "Can you clean up the toys real quick? I doubt they'll come in here, but..."

Jaenna nods. "I've got it."

"You're the best."

Elayna steps out onto the landing. She jogs to and down the stairs. As she gets closer to the door, she hears screaming and laughter. She smiles. When she was younger, she never gave much thought to motherhood. Truthfully, it scared her. Yet as she hears her kids, her heart softens.

She throws upon her front door. Tyland stands just to the side. The fact he's wearing a poll with khaki shorts makes Elayna pause. He never wears that to the airport.

"Elayna."

"Tyland." She gestures to the shoes with a raise of her eyebrows and pointed look. "What's with the Sperrys? I thought you were flying, not sailing."

"I took the kids to the lake earlier today."

A loud squealing makes both of them turn towards the lawn. Jaenella and Tybalt come running at full speed towards Elayna. She kneels down to catch both of them.

"Mommy!"

"My babies!"

She kisses the tops of their heads, their cheeks, their foreheads. Jaenella pushes st her, but her delighted giggles tell Elayna she doesn't truly mind. Tybalt leans in to hug Elayna.

"Oh, I missed you so!"

"You saw us Friday." Elayna loosens her hold so Jaenella can wriggle free. Tybalt stays nestled to her side.

"And it was too long!" Tybalt grins when Elayna places a dramatic hand on her forehead.

"You're silly."

"Maybe."

Footsteps come from inside the house. Jaenella squeals with delight.

"Aunt J!!!" In a flash, Jaenella runs from her place by Elayna’s side and into the house. Tybalt looks to Elayna. She nods.

"Go say hi and then unpack. Mommy wants to talk with Dad, alright?"

"Okay."

Carefully, Tybalt extracts himself from Elayna’s hold. Once he's done so, Elayna stands up. Tyland looks at her.

"Were they good for you?"

"Of course." The fond expression on his face tugs at Elayna’s heart strings.

"Probably because they miss you during the week." Tyland’s eyes find hers. When they do, Elayna actively feels the gulf between them. "I know. I chose to leave. I'm... I'm glad that you still spend time with them. I'm sure your family gives you hell."

"Jason has made a remark or two, yes. Usually about how you've managed to get a girlfriend already, and I haven't."

Tyland does his best to make the comment seem innocent. Elayna stares at him.

"I'm not dating anyone."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "I'll correct Jason then."

Footsteps announce Jaenna's presence. Both Elayna and Tyland turn towards her.

Normally, the sight of Jaenna in a black tank top with her boxer peaking over the top of her sweatpants would make her aroused. Instead, Elayna fights an embarrassed blush. Jaenna looks between the two of them.

"Tyland."

"Jaenna. So good to see you."

Jaenna merely stares at him. "And you." She clearly doesn't mean a word of it.

"Hey." Elayna turns to Jaenna. She makes a noise to indicate she heard Elayna. Her lone blue eye focuses on Tyland in a gaze that would make most men quiver. Tyland merely looks back with a blandly pleasant expression. "Jaenna. Would you order lunch?"

Jaenna's jaw twitches. Her angry gaze softens some when she turns towards Elayna. It still isn't any less formidable.

"Please?" Elayna doesn't even realize she reached for Jaenna until she touches her. Her palm rests on Jaenna's still sweaty skin. Jaenna's nostrils flare.

"Fine."

"Oh. I meant to ask." Tyland turns back to Elayna. "How was your nap?"

"It was good."

"It seemed to be." Tyland’s gaze pointedly goes to Elayna’s neck. Instantly, she brings a hand up to cover any hickies. Tyland’s lips twitch.

"Tyland. Don't you have a flight to catch?"

"Hmm?" His expression screams innocence. "Oh. Yes. My flight was delayed."

Elayna scoffs. "You fly private."

"The weather is unpredictable."

Elayna stares at him. Tyland does his best to widen his eyes in an innocent manner.

"It's a clear sunny day."

"Here? Yes. But this isn't the airport. The weather is no doubt terrible there."

"We live 10 miles from there."

"Elayna. Are you accusing me of lying?"

"Not necessarily. More of falsifying information. I'm sure you have a flight to catch, but something tells me your flight isn't when you said it is."

Tyland chuckles. He looks away as he does so. Elayna huffs.

"You forgot. I know you as well as you know me."

He lets out a humorless snort. He places his hands in his pockets before turning back to her.

"Does she treat you right?"

Elayna dips her head.

"She does."

"And does she make you happy?"

"She does." Elayna bites her tongue. "I... for the record, you... it was never about you. You treated me right. You made me happy. You still do."

"Oh, I have no doubt it wasn't me." Tyland rocks uncomfortably for a second. "If it was me, I know you wouldn't let me see the kids. You have a... habit of going scorched earth when unhappy."

Elayna lets out a humorless snort of her own. She nods.

"I know."

They stand like that for a long moment. Elayna wants to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between them. What can she, though? What words could possibly begin to fix the space between the two of them?

"Did, ah, did Jaenella mention she has her first dance recital coming up?" Elayna smooths back some of her hair. Tyland nods.

"Yes. She did."

"Do you want to come to it with me?"

"I'd love to." Tyland smiles. "On the condition you join me for Tybalt's first swim meet."

"God. I can't believe it's swim season." Elayna chuckles. "Yeah. I'll be there. Was there any question?"

"Was there any question of me going to Jaenella's recital?"

"Touché." Elayna huffs. Tyland smiles. "Oh! How do you want to deal with Tybalt playing chess? Since those are on weekends I didn't know if you had any plans."

"No! That's perfect, actually. I know he wants to do it to spend more time with you. Do you think we can get Jaenella in on it too?"

"Would you object to me being a volunteer coach?" He floats the question cautiously. Elayna bites the inside of her lip to keep from smiling.

If it weren't for the need to uphold the Lannister name and reputation, Tyland would have been content to play chess competitively for a living. He never talked about it much. Elayna always suspected his father made him go into finance to ensure Jason didn't run the family and their company into the ground.

"If we tell her she won't be good at it, then she'll be determined to prove us wrong." Tyland hums. "She gets that from you."

"Oh. So she only gets the negatives from me, huh?"

Elayna crosses her arms. Her mischievous smile negates her negative body language. Tyland merely smiles; it's the smile Elayna knows is disingenuous because she's seen him use it with people he dislikes. In the moment, it feels more playful than anything else.

Tyland’s phone buzzes. The sound makes Elayna start. It almost feels as if some sort of spell has been lifted. The previously easy air shifts. Tyland pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"Do you need to go?"

"Unfortunately." He looks up from his phone. "Am I picking up them at the usual time?"

"Yeah. The place might have to change. I'll keep you updated."

Tyland nods. "Tell Jaenna it was good to see her for me." He begins descending down the steps.

"I will. Drive safe!"

He waves. Elayna steps back into her house and closes the storm door. She doesn't close the main door just yet. Instead, she lingers, watching to make sure he gets out of the driveway fine.

A scream from inside the house makes her turn, heart thundering in her chest. A delighted cackle follows soon after, along with the sounds of socked feet sliding on hard wood. Elayna closes the front door.

Jaenna comes running from around the corner.

"Mommy, Tybalt's gonna get me!" Despite her words, Jaenella sounds delighted. It comes out from between breathless laughs. "I tickled him, and he got mad and tried to tickle me. Don't let him!"

Elayna can hear Tybalt. Carefully, Elayna kneels down.

"Oh, honey, come here."

Instantly, Jaenella runs into Elayna’s arms. Elayna wraps her arms around her before picking her up.

"Tybalt! Come here while I've still got your sister!"

"Aunt Jaenna! Aunt Jaenna, help!!!"

#Persephone writes #oc: elayna reyne #Jaenna Targaryen (fem!Aemond)#Aemond Targaryen x OFC #Fem!Aemond x OFC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #NSFT

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queen--kenobi · 1 year

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The Seven: The Warrior

Summary: When Aegon flees after Viserys’ death, Aemond Targaryen is made King. Now, at the end of the Dance of Dragons, the last obstacle in his way is Daemon Targaryen. As Aemond’s friend and confidant, Elayna Reyne waits, and prays, for the King’s safe return. For her friend’s safe return. Perhaps even for her love’s safe return.

King Aemond AU!

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OFC (Elayna Reyne), Aemond Targaryen x Elayna Reyne, unrequited OC x OFC (Tymon Lannister x Elayna Reyne god please never let me type that again)

Warnings: Period typical sexism, possessive and downright creepy behavior (thanks Tymon), a lil’ NSFT with some dirty talk

Author’s note: Hi yes hello! Are y’all ready for the introduction of both my OCs, Elayna Reyne and Tymon Lannister? Because here they are! Big thanks to @book-of-baba-fett for beta’ing and @writingbylee for letting me bounce ideas off them!

Elayna kneels before the altar in the Sept. Her knees ache from being on the cold stone floor, but she does not care.

“May the Father defend the King in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered.” Her lips move with her prayer, but no sound escapes them. “May the Mother extend mercy towards the King and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant the King favorable conditions and lend strength so that the King may return home. May the Smith help the King fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give the King wisdom and guidance when he needs it most.” Elayna pauses and swallows. “May the Maid keep me safe if the worst should happen.” She breathes in, and her lips curve. “May the King deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”

She has no idea how long she’s been in the Sept, praying. She came into the Sept at the hour of ghosts, unable to sleep. She hasn’t been able to sleep at all over the past week. When she does, her dreams are filled with her worst fears come to life. Those fears are why she kneels in front of the altar. Elayna knows she can do nothing in this situation but pray.

“May the Father defend the King in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards the King and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant the King favorable conditions and lend strength so that the King may return home. May the Smith help the King fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give the King wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May the Maid keep me safe if the worst should happen. May the King deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”

The wax drips down the side of the altar. Touching the wax hurts from how hot it is. Strangely, it seems almost translucent. Then again, the flames from the candles are low, so low they don’t fight the darkness creeping in from the outside. Elayna does not care. She doesn’t need to be able to see. Sometimes, she thinks her prayers whispered in the dark are answered more often than those whispered in the light of day.

“May the Father defend Aemond in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards Aemond and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant Aemond favorable conditions and lend strength so that Aemond may return home. May the Smith help Aemond fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give Aemond wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May the Maid keep me safe if... If the worst should happen. May Aemond deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger tonight for eternity.”

Elayna didn’t realize how much her chest hurt until she spoke Aemond’s name. She can’t explain it. Her being feels lighter knowing she had the courage to finally use his name in the prayer instead of calling him by his title.

She’s done a lot of prayers in Aemond’s name. All of them have been answered, though. Elayna bites the inside of her cheek. Hopefully, this one will be looked upon favorably as well.

Aemond hasn’t been King long. Aegon fled upon hearing the news of Viserys’s death, which meant Aemond became King. All things considered, Aegon probably did the Realm a favor fleeing. Everyone knows he would not be suited. Once Aemond had confided in Elayna he would make a much better King than Aegon, and Elayna agreed. Perhaps she was biased, though.

Aemond is her...

She calls Aemond her friend. He is more than that in her mind, but she dare not say so aloud.

Does Aemond feel the same way about her? She knows she is his friend; he has called her that on several occasions, although mostly in private. He did not need to do so in public. Elayna cannot count the number of times people have commented on their friendship. Plenty of people have made the observation she is one of the few people who has managed to make her way past some of Aemond’s walls.

Aemond trusts her. This is an undeniable fact. He would come to her when needing advice or simply someone to listen to before the war. Since it started, though, he has come more and more often to ask for her opinion. Not just as his friend but as his confidant. He talked battle plans and strategic maneuvers to her. She does not know- did not know his family as he did, but she knew enough to give him feedback. Elayna also has ears; she listens in Court and then tells Aemond what might be useful. Gossip can be utilized in a surprising number of ways.

Elayna breathes deep. Her chest still feels tight and constricted, although not nearly to the extent it did before. She shifts. The noise her dress makes as she moves feels eerily loud in the silence. No one is around.

Perhaps. Perhaps she should be honest. The Seven know her heart so she does not need to hide.

“May the Father defend...” She begins. Her chest hurts. Elayna takes a deep breath and blinks back tears.

“May the Father defend my King, my love, my Aemond, in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards my love and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant my love favorable conditions and lend strength so that my love may return home. May the Smith help my love fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give my love wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May the Maid keep me safe if Aemond should fail. May my love deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”

Elayna sits back on her heels. She lifts her head to give her aching neck a reprieve. As she looks at the ceiling, things seem... different. She has no way of telling if it’s because her prayers are being answered or if it’s because she’s being honest with herself.

She loves Aemond. Not in the way a subject should love their King or a friend loves another friend, but in the way only a, well, lover can. Every fiber of her being, every square inch of her soul, loves Aemond. She belongs to Aemond, if he will have her.

That is where her fears lie. She doesn’t know what she will do if he doesn’t want her like she wants him. If she tells him, she risks ruining everything. He may not even want her in his life anymore, and the thought alone feels as if she is being ripped into thousands of pieces. She would risk certain death for him.

She has risked it for him.

When Rhaenyra came, she slipped through the tunnels like a thief in the night. Elayna had been with Aemond when the fighting began. She doesn’t remember everything, details getting lost in the shuffle. All she remembers is Rhaenyra advancing upon Aemond. Elayna did what she had to do; she jumped between them.

It was a bold move and could have been a stupid move, but Elayna didn’t let herself think. If she did, she would have panicked. Instead, she lets herself be guided by her instinct. For once, she was thankful she was forced to spend so much time with the Lannisters. No one expects a Reyne to be able to talk like a Lannister, cajole and convenience like one. Elayna did it, though.

Sometimes she wonders. Did she put respect on the name of House Reyne? Surely she did because her actions meant Aemond’s men were able to turn the tide and capture Rhaenyra, but at the same time. She knows people see her differently. Elayna mostly sees it from people who are wary of Lannisters. They give her looks she has given Jason and Tyland and Tymon when she thought they were not paying attention. Part of Elayna wishes to desperately reach out and offer something, anything, to prove she’s not manipulative like them.

Ironically, if she does, Elayna knows she will be seen as even more manipulative.

Elayna sighs softly. She can feel her head start to get clouded and heavy with unpleasant thoughts. She breathes through her nose. They don’t matter. What matters right now, more than anything, is Aemond comes back safe and sound. It does not matter if he loves her or how people perceive her. All that matters is he is alive.

The rest can be dealt with in time.

“May the Father defend my-”

A door squeals. The groan of rusty hinges seems so loud in the dark. Elayna whips her head to look over her shoulder. Footsteps echo as someone comes down the stairs. She watches with baited breath. The candles by the foot of the staircase, low in the wicks, reveal someone Elayna would rather not see.

Tymon Lannister smiles at Elayna. It isn’t the sweet or charismatic smile reserved for the public or people he’s trying to convince he’s a decent man. It’s the cruel, slightly sadistic smile he seems to reserve specifically for her.

“Elayna Reyne.” He greets. His footsteps seem so loud. Elayna glares at him.

“Tymon. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She wants to turn back to the altar, but she knows better. One never turns their back on an enemy, and Tymon is more than just an enemy. Elayna’s most violent and vicious dreams often involve her hurting him. Not necessarily killing him, though. Killing him in those dreams would be a kindness, one she is not willing to extend even when it does not matter.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Elayna’s brow furrows. It could be a lucky guess, but something tells her he knows more than he’s letting on.

“No.” She eventually admits. “I was having terrible dreams.”

“I remember.” Tymon stops once he’s standing beside her. “You would always sneak off into the Sept at Casterly Rock when you couldn’t sleep.”

“How do you know that?” Elayna’s eyebrow shoots into her hairline. Tymon makes a noise as he kneels beside her.

“We’ve been over this, Elayna.” He sounds as if he’s talking down to her, as if she forgot something important. She bristles at his tone. “I pay attention to things about you.”

“Because you’re fond of me, yes.” Elayna resists the urge to roll her eyes and instead looks forward.

“You remembered. I thought time with our dear King would have made you forget.”

Elayna purses her lips. She wants to ask him what he’s doing, what his angle is, but she doesn’t. No doubt she will lose her temper if provoked today.

“Time with our King doesn’t mean I would forget that.” While her words were nice, her tone makes it clear she does not mean them in a sympathetic way. “What do you want?”

“I came to pray.”

Elayna looks at him. While it could very well be a cover, Tymon seems serious.

“At this hour? Why?”

“I could ask the same of you.’

“I’m praying for the King’s safety.”

“Something you seem to be doing often.” Even in the low light, Elayna sees Tymon’s smirk. “My prayer is not nearly as important as yours since yours concerns the King.”

Elayna huffs and turns her head back to the altar.

“You make it sound as if I determine the validity of prayers.”

“Oh, I know you don’t.” Tymon sounds far too delighted with himself. Elayna steels herself. No doubt he’s going to try and undermine her in some way. He leans in, far too close than he should. She can feel his breath on her skin, almost feel his lips on her ear. “You may have the King’s ear, but you will never have the ear of the Seven. I’m afraid even they are beyond your reach.”

Elayna turns her head. Tymon has moved back some, but he’s still so close his nose almost touches hers.

“If the Seven are beyond my reach, then they are certainly out of yours.”

Tymon looks as if she’d struck him. Elayna fights to keep her face straight, to not let her lips curl into a twisted grin. She turns back to the altar.

“I’m going to continue to pray. Do you wish to pray with me or not?” She knows she has to offer during this situation. Part of her desperately hopes he’ll say no.

“You may lead. Who knows. Perhaps combined the Seven may listen to us.”

Elayna doesn’t respond. She tries to keep her revulsion at the implication in his tone down. Instead, she bows her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tymon do the same.

“May the Father defend King Aemond in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards King Aemond and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant King Aemond favorable conditions and lend strength so the King may return home. May the Smith help King Aemond fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give King Aemond wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May King Aemond deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”

Elayna lifts her head. After a moment, Tymon lifts his as well.

“You missed the Maiden.”

“The King has no use for the Maiden in this particular instance.”

“You asked that the Smith help the King and the Crone to guide him.” Tymon shrugs with forced nonchalance. “You seem to be looking towards the future.”

“And what would I ask of the Maiden on behalf of the King?” Elayna looks at Tymon. While she knows this is no doubt a trap, she is curious. What could she ask for from the Maiden for Aemond?

“A wife who will bear him many heirs.”

Tymon doesn’t blink. Instead, he stares at her. The look is cold and calculating. “Unless perhaps you do not wish for the King to have that.”

“Why would I not?” Elayna thanks the low light. She knows her face is red and hot with both embarrassment and anger.

“Because it won’t be you.” Tymon sounds so certain of it. “You may be friends, but that does not guarantee marriage.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t guarantee marriage. You make it sound as if you think that’s the only reason I’m his friend.”

“I do.” Elayna physically recoils at Tymon’s words. If she weren’t so shocked, she would slap him. “At first, I thought you were friends with him to punish me for whatever perceived transgressions you had in your mind about me. But then I thought you were simply running because you enjoy the chase. Now, I’m beginning to think you only follow through to make me jealous.” Tymon hums. “You did mention in your speech to Rhaenyra that the Westerlands would come down upon her if she were to kill you. You recognize where your home is. Where you belong.”

“I belong to no man.”

“For now. But eventually, you’ll tire of running. I would stop sooner rather than later, though. I am not exactly level headed when I feel someone may try to take what is mine.” Tymon’s teeth flash in the darkness. Elayna opens her mouth to give him a piece of her mind when a noise makes her stop. Instinctively, both she and Tymon look upward.

“Was that...” Elayna begins. Another noise sounds. This one makes the building shake. Carefully, she stands up. Tymon does the same.

“We should check.” Elayna starts towards the door, but Tymon grabs her hand.

“What if it is Daemon, come to kill us? You especially.”

“I’d rather die by fire than by suffocating in rubble.”

Elayna yanks her hand back She begins up the stairs, and Tymon follows. When they get outside, Elayna can see the few who are awake heading out as well. Servants scurry around in the background. She makes her way towards the courtyard. The night air feels blessedly cool on her skin. When she sees the dragon in the courtyard, her heart leaps into her throat. She takes off running, down the stairs as fast as she can.

Her prayers worked.

Aemond is alive.

Aemond is home.

Vhagar seems worse for wear, but she clearly has fight left in her. She shifts impatiently. In the moonlight, Elayna sees movement on Vhagar’s side. Aemond’s white hair seems almost radiant. He jumps the rest of the way. Once he’s safe on the ground, Vhagar extends her wings once more. She roars a third and final time before taking off into the night sky. Elayna has to stop and shield her eyes. The wind whipping about is intense, almost storm-like. She stands at the bottom of the steps until Vhagar climbs high enough that the wind dies.

Elayna runs once more.

“Aemond!”

Aemond looks at her. Even now, a sort of mania lingers in his expression. He visibly perks up when he sees her, the intensity of his looks amplifying. He strides towards her with long, even steps.

“Elayna.” He breathes her name with a sort of reverence she’s never heard before. Up close, she notices blood on his hands and face. Elayna frowns and reaches out. She thinks better at the last second and brings her hand back to herself.

“Are you alright?”

Aemond looks down at himself, as if he’s only just noticing the dried and crusted substance.

“ ‘Tis not mine.”

“So he’s dead?”

“Yes.” He opens his riding coat to show a sword. Elayna’s eyes widen. She never saw Dark Sister, but she had heard of the sword. She looks at Aemond. Daemon would not part with the sword willingly, nor would he let it get away from him.

“You won.” Even though it is not her victory, the words feel pleasant in her mouth and give her a buzz. It radiates all over her body, from the crown of her head to her toes. She wants to laugh. “The Realm is yours.”

Aemond’s eye darkens. He looks wild almost. The intensity of his gaze alone fixes Elayna in place. He closes the gap between them.

“It is.” He sounds almost satiated. Something is missing, though. Elayna can’t help herself; she has to know.

“How does it feel to have everything you ever wanted?” Aemond’s hand flexes. He looks as if he wants to reach out.

“I have most of it. Not everything.” The dark look returns. “By the end of the day, I will have everything I want and more. Perhaps even by sunrise.”

“My King.” Tymon’s voice nearly makes Elayna jump. She hadn't realized everything faded away when she saw Aemond. She can hear the noise of people coming to the courtyard, see lights from candles being quickly lit in windows. “You did it.”

Aemond finally looks away from Elayna. The look he gives Tymon is absolutely withering.

“You sound as if you doubted me.” He doesn’t bother waiting for Tymon to respond. Instead, his gaze snaps back to Elayna. “Do you trust me?”

“Perhaps.” Aemond’s lips twitch. Elayna can’t help her answering smile.

“Excellent.” Aemond reaches forward and grabs Elayna’s wrist. His grip is not bruising, careful not to hurt her, but hard enough it appears as if he’s dragging her behind him. He isn’t, though. Elayna goes with him willingly. The small crowd forming starts to part. People murmur amongst themselves. One of the Kingsguard comes down the stairs to meet Aemond.

“Queen Alicent requests your presence in her Solar.”

“Tell my mother we’ll be there shortly.”

“She requests your presence alone.” The guard’s voice is firm, but Elayna doesn’t miss the way he very subtly shifts his weight. Aemond’s posture stiffens.

“What I have to say pertains to my mother, my grandsire, and Lady Reyne.” Aemond’s grip on Elayna’s wrist tightens for a second. “She will be coming with.”

The guard dips his head.

“I will tell the Queen.” With that, he turns and heads back up the stairs. Aemond begins walking again. Elayna stops, though. Aemond looks back at her.

“Can I at least ask what this is about?”

“You said you trusted me.” Elayna nods. “Then trust.”

“Okay. Okay, I trust you.”

They head up the stairs and into the castle. Aemond effortlessly leads the way. As they make their way up staircases and through hallways, people begin to stir. Lights begin to seep from underneath more and more doorways as they pass them. Elayna hears faint conversations as well. Nothing loud enough she can make out specific words but enough she knows people are awake. Several times, they see some servants passing through the halls as well, no doubt going to spread the news of the King’s return.

Elayna doesn’t notice Aemond’s hand slips down from her wrist to her hand until she feels his palm against hers. After a second, she interlaces her fingers with his. She looks forward even as she squeezes his hand. She wonders if she’s taken it too far, read too much into it, before Aemond squeezes her hand back.

She tries to ignore the way her heart slams against her ribcage at the small contact.

As they go up further, they see less and less doors. Eventually, the two of them reach the Queen’s Solar. Two of the Kingsguard stand outside the door. One of them knocks on the door.

“King Aemond and Lady Elayna Reyne, your Grace.” The guard announces as they step into the room. Alicent sits on the couch. Her hair is down, and it’s obvious she’s been biting and picking at her nails. She looks terrified, as if even now she expects the worst. The minute Aemond steps into the room, she almost springs to her feet and rushes over to Aemond.

“Are you alright?” She asks. Her face drops at the sight of blood. She reaches out with unsteady hands and gently cups his face. Aemond steps forward. He lets go of Elayna’s hand so he can reach forward and place his hands on his mother’s shoulders.

“ ‘Tis not mine.”

“Is he dead?” Otto’s voice nearly makes Elayna jump. He’s standing in the corner. He steps forward. Aemond merely pulls out Dark Sister. The blade somehow seems to shimmer in the light while also absorbing everything.

Aemond sheathes the sword. As soon as the sword is sheathed, Alicent moves forward and hugs her son. Otto watches from the corner. For a second, his gaze turns to Elayna. She can feel him calculating, trying to figure out why exactly Aemond would have brought her here. When Alicent lets go of Aemond, Otto finally moves forward.

“Congratulations. The Realm is now yours.”

The words hang in the air for a moment. Aemond dips his head.

“It is.” The wild look in Aemond’s eye returns. This time, the focus of his ire is Otto. He walks over to Otto. His gait is smoothed and controlled, too controlled. Elayna feels fear creep up her spine. It’s not right. She thinks back to watching a lynx stalk a wild boar. It also sends a thrill through her entire being. She knows she is not the target, and some part of her mind thinks whatever Aemond is doing is for her benefit. Aemond stops in front of Otto.

“I suppose I should thank you for your service to the Realm.”

That’s all the warning Otto gets before Aemond reaches forward. He doesn’t yank the pin off of Otto’s chest. It certainly isn’t an easy or friendly gesture either. It feels like watching the lynx pounce on the boar.

Alicent gasps. Otto stands for a moment, as if in utter shock. Aemond turns back around. This time, his intense gaze is directed at Elayna. She’s transfixed to the spot. Aemond’s one eye never wavers, never strays from her face. He makes his way over to her.

Aemond looks at her. After a moment, Elayna nods. Wordlessly, he takes the left side of her silver stole and slides the pin onto it. He takes care to keep his fingers from touching her too much. The gesture feels strangely intimate nonetheless. The pin feels almost heavy on Elayna’s chest.

“You can’t be serious.” Otto seems to finally find his words. He scoffs. “Aemond, I know she is your friend, but that hardly qua-”

Aemond whips around to face his grandsire.

“Elayna has provided me with more useful council over the course of our friendship than you have in your entire life.” Venom drips from every word. “Several of her suggestions helped us sway certain parties into alliances with us. She has proved her worth time and time again.” Aemond stops. His chest heaves. “I can trust her advice comes from a place of selflessness, not from a place of greed.”

“Aemond.” Alicent scolds. “That is your grandsire you speak to.”

“Which is why I shall send him back to Oldtown instead of having him face a tribunal.”

“A tribunal?” Otto raises an eyebrow. “On what grounds?”

“Conspiring against the Crown.” Elayna even shocks herself when she speaks. All three stare at her. “Your transgressions against King Viserys are well documented. In addition, you have also conspired against King Aemond by acting not with the best interest of the Realm at heart but your own. This does not even cover your active attempts to undermine the King by attempting to find Aegon and to broker alliances and contracts without the King’s input or explicit permission.” Elayna juts her chin out slightly. “If you do not believe me, I’m sure our Master of Coins would be willing to provide testimony.”

The mention of bringing Tyland Lannister into this makes Otto’s face pale for a second. Alicent brings her hand to cover her mouth. Aemond’s expression shifts from one surprise to one of fury.

“You sought out my brother? The traitor who abandoned the Realm?”

“I sought him out in the capacity of family.” Otto tries to reassure Aemond. To his credit, he does stand his ground, even as Aemond begins to advance angrily upon him. “Besides. What do you care if he abandoned the Realm? His leaving gave you everything you wanted.”

“And his coming back, if he is to be found, undermines everything I have done!” Aemond spits. Elayna steps forward. Without thinking, she places a hand on Aemond’s bicep. Otto’s eyes narrow at the actions.

“We don’t even know if he’s alive.” Aemond turns his head just enough to look at her. “And if he were to come back, I doubt it would be to try and claim the title of King. He ran from it to begin with. He no doubt would just want more money to fund his exploits.”

“Are you sure your judgment is not clouded?” Otto pointedly looks at their physical contact.

“I have never seen more clearly.”

“And what has she done for the Realm? By all means, tell us.”

“Might I remind you, I saved the King’s life.” Otto looks at her. It almost seems as if he is seeing her for the first time, finally regarding her with some value. “While you stood to the side thinking about how to protect your own head if Rhanerya and her men won, I stepped in and not only prevented the King’s death but also bought necessary time to defeat her.”

Otto raises an eyebrow. He seems as if he wants to laugh at Elayna. “And you did not act out of selfishness?”

“What does that mean? If you wish to level accusations at my character, state them.”

“Aemond.” Alicent speaks again. “You cannot.”

“I can and will.” When Aemond looks at his mother, his expression softens. “He is no ally to you, and you have no need for him. With Rhanerya and Daemon gone, you will have no legitimate foes within the Court.”

“This is ridiculous. You cannot be serious.”

“If you are not riding for Oldtown by the time the sun rises, you will face full punishment.” Aemond’s voice is dark and leaves no room for debate.

“You’re making a mistake.” Otto’s voice turns dark. If his tone wasn’t enough to indicate a veiled threat, the look he gives Elayna indicates as much.

“If you wish to keep your tongue, I would not repeat such a sentiment.” Aemond nearly growls. “Elayna is my Hand.”

The finality of his words lingers in the air. After a second, Otto dips his head.

“Very well then.”

Otto slips out of the room. Despite his words, Elayna knows this is not over. No doubt the matter has only just begun. She closes her eyes. Already, she can feel a headache beginning to build in her temples.

Alicent looks at Aemond. Tears threaten to overflow.

“Aemond, he is your blood. He will ultimately make the best choices for you.”

“No.” Aemond shakes his head. He takes gentle steps towards her. “He will not. Because he is your father, you cannot see what he has done.”

Alicent doesn’t say anything for a long moment. The heartbreak on her face makes Elayna’s heart twinge. Aemond takes a gentle hold of her arms.

“It hurts, but I am acting in the Realm’s best interest. Elayna will serve me faithfully.”

Alicent takes a deep breath before nodding. She doesn’t look entirely convinced. Elayna has no doubt this conversation will be repeated. Alicent brings her hand back up to her mouth. Elayna notices her nails have almost been bitten to the quick. Aemond steps away.

“I must debrief Elayna.” He turns to Elayna. “I shall do so in my chambers.”

As they make their way back to his chambers, Elayna’s heart tries to tear itself into so many pieces. Aemond is alive and home, and she cannot be more thankful or grateful. An almost giddy sense of glee wants to overtake her. The rising feeling is only intensified as she realizes. She’s the Hand. Being Hand was not something she sought out, or even thought herself capable of getting, and now. Now she’s the Hand.

She’s no longer just some girl from the Westerlands, and she’s not just some Reyne either. She’s the Hand of the King.

Elayna’s rising tide of joy falls as quickly as it came. Can she...? Can she even accept it? She knows she just did, but she. Loving Aemond is a conflict of interest. She cannot pretend otherwise. She would not necessarily think of what’s best for the Realm but only what is best for Aemond. A Hand can’t do that.

Elayna stops. Aemond looks back at her.

“Aemond, I...” The words stick to the inside of her throat.

“Come.” Aemond steps back towards her. He reaches out and takes hold of both of her hands. “Not here.”

Elayna nods. The Red Keep always has too many ears, but no doubt the ears will be listening even more intently to what she says and does.

Aemond took Viserys’s old chambers after the former king died. They do not look or feel anything like Viserys from what Elayna knew of him. Instead, they feel like Aemond. Everything is kept neat and in order. When the war began, Aemond’s chambers were decorated with greens and golds. Now, blacks and reds take up most of the spaces. A large table with a map of Westeros engraved on it sits in the main chamber. Several bookcases take up one of the walls. No doubt the entire wall will be obscured by them within a year.

“Aemond.” She begins. “I do have something I must speak with you about.”

He takes a seat by the fireplace. A servant lit a fire for him on their return. The light from the flames makes him seem almost unreal.

“I don’t accept.” He looks at her.

Damn him. Either she’s easier to read than she thought, or he’s been around her for far too long. Elayna crosses her arms just under her chest, lightly clasping one elbow while her forearms rest over each other.

“You don’t even know what I have to say.”

Aemond raises an eyebrow.

“So you weren’t about to resign?” Mirthful fills his tone. Elayna huffs.

“I have reason.”

“And it’s bullshit.” Aemond’s tone switches from playful to serious within a matter of seconds.

“You don’t even know what it is!”

“Then tell me.” Aemond stands up. “If it is a legitimate reason, I will accept. But if it is not, I will not be pleased you wasted my time.”

Okay.

Okay, Elayna can do this. She can tell him what it is. She opens her mouth. The words die on her tongue.

“I...”

Aemond watches.

“You what?”

“Aemond, it is not an easy thing for me to say!”

“Tell me now. I will order you to if I must.” Aemond steps forward. “Do not make me.” The quiet please underneath his tone at the second part makes Elayna’s resolve crumble.

“Aemond, I...” She takes a deep breath. Her heart feels as if it’s about to hammer out of her chest. “I do not know when this started, and I do not wish to burden you with something that is my problem. Which is why I’ve kept it quiet for so long, and I. You will understand why I cannot accept when I’ve told you. But. I... I love you, Aemond.” She takes a deep breath. “I understand completely if this changes your estima- mhhhpphhh.”

Aemond cuts short Elayna’s rambling when he lunges forward and kisses her. His hands find the back of her head, fingers digging into her messy curls. The kiss is all consuming and passionate, and Elayna has no choice but to melt into it. Her fingers find his riding coat and dig into the leather. When he goes to pull back, Elayna chases her lips with his. Aemond lets out a low laugh.

“Is that the pressing matter?” His lips twitch.

Elayna looks at him. “You knew.”

“Perhaps.”

“When did you...?”

“You jumped in front of my sister to save me.” Aemond’s tone is dry yet somehow teasing. “That was my first clue.” Elayna feels her face turn red. She squirms in his hold, more for show than anything else. Aemond’s arms tighten around her.

“What was I supposed to do? Let the King die? No one else was moving.” She huffs. Aemond lets out a low and rare laugh. The noise almost seems to soothe part of Elayna’s soul. She lets herself mostly relax into her hold.

“Aemond.” She looks at him. “I know. I know the answer, but I must ask for my peace of mind. Do you... do you love me?”

“Always.” He kisses her again.

This time, Elayna expects it. He starts soft, but it isn’t long before he kisses her as if he wants to consume her. Elayna’s fingers find his hair. She tugs experimentally. Aemond lets out a noise from deep within his chest. He presses her back, back towards the table, without removing his lips from hers. Instinctively, when her ass hits the table, Elayna jumps up. Aemond catches her and eases her up onto the surface. When they part, Elayna sees Aemond’s lips are slightly red and swollen. Hers no doubt look the same.

“Is this what you meant, by saying you would have everything you wanted by sunrise?” Elayna toys with the lapel of his coat. She wants so desperately to work the buttons of his shirt open but knows she can’t. Not because it would be a step too far but because if she did, she would not be able to help herself. Aemond hums.

“Almost.” A wicked gleam lights his eye. He drops his head to nose at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He almost seems as if he’s going to kiss her pulsepoint but decides better. “To truly have everything I ever wanted, I would marry you before the sun rises.”

“Aemond! You can’t talk like that.” She knows her tone should be more shocked, but she can’t help the arousal and slight desperation seeping into it. His words light a flame within her, one simmering in her veins.

“I’m King. I can talk how I please.” Before Elayna can respond, Aemond speaks again. His tone drips with honey. “Especially when the future Queen does not seem to truly mind.”

Fuck. Elayna’s legs fall apart, and Aemond neatly slots himself between them. The fabric of her dress makes it so he can’t press fully against her.

“You cannot talk like that because if you do...” She gasps, losing her train of thought for a second when she feels his lips against her skin.“If you do, we won’t make it to our wedding night.”

“Hmmm.” Aemond breathes in. He’s taking in her scent, she realizes. “You smell like candle smoke.” The words seem hazy as they fall off his tongue. Perhaps he didn’t mean to say them.

“And you smell like dragon. And blood. This is serious.” Elayna pushes at his shoulders. Aemond raises his head. His eye is blown with lust, but she can see reason in his expression. “There will be questions about my being Hand. If it were to come out you asked me to be Queen the same night?” Elayna raises an eyebrow. “From a purely practical standpoint, we cannot.”

Aemond lets out a low ‘hmmm’. No doubt he isn’t pleased; the way he pinches his lips together says as much. However, she knows reason has gotten through to him.

“We cannot.” She reiterates. Elayna brings her hand up to the left side of his face. “I assure you, I want this as much as you. If I thought we could get away with it, I would push you down and ride you on this very table. But there is no way we can.”

Elayna doesn’t miss the way Aemond’s breath catches in his throat at her words.

“We get people used to the idea of me being Hand.” She runs her thumb along his cheek. Aemond nearly lets his eye flutter closed. “Then we can introduce the idea of me being Queen.”

Aemond exhales. His jaw tightens, but he nods. A sly look crosses his face after a minute.

“For my peace of mind-” He begins. Elayna leans in to kiss him.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

#Persephone writes #Aemond Targaryen x OFC #Aemond Targaryen x Elayna Reyne #Aemond Targaryen #OC: Elayna Reyne #King Aemond AU #OC: Tymon Lannister

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