𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Doubts

Aemond gently scooped Daenera up into his arms, cradling her close to his chest. She stirred slightly but didn't fully wake as he carried her back to his room.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of peace as he walked, Daenera's head resting against his shoulder.

As they approached their his chambers, Aemond carefully stepped inside and laid her down on his bed. She murmured in her sleep but settled back down as Aemond pulled the blankets up over her.

He sat down next to her, watching her sleep for a few moments before leaning over to brush a strand of hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful, so content.

Aemond couldn't help but smile as he thought about the events of the evening. He leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead before settling next to her. As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him.

Aemond woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, his heart pounding in his chest. He had heard a sound, something that had pulled him out of a deep sleep. He lay there for a moment, listening intently, but all he could hear was the soft sound of Daenera's breathing as she slept beside him.

Just as he was about to dismiss the sound as a figment of his imagination, he heard it again. A soft whisper, barely audible, but unmistakable. It was Daenera's voice, and she was saying Maegor's name.

Aemond's blood ran cold. He lay there, frozen, his mind racing with a million thoughts. Had he been wrong to trust her? Was she in love with Maegor?

He lay there for what felt like hours, listening to her soft breathing, wondering if he should confront her. But he didn't want to wake her up, didn't want to scare her with his anger and jealousy. So he lay there, listening to her sleep, wondering if he could trust her.

Eventually, he fell back asleep, but his dreams were troubled and restless. He saw Daenera and Maegor together, laughing and smiling, while he stood on the sidelines, alone and forgotten.

The next morning, Aemond woke up before Daenera, his mind still consumed by the events of the previous night. He lay there, watching her sleep, wondering what he should do. Should he confront her? Should he ignore it and pretend like nothing had happened? With a deep breath, Aemond got out of bed.

Later that morning, Daenera woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms, relishing in the feeling of the soft blankets against her skin. But as she looked around the room, she realized something was different. This was Aemond's room, but where was he?

She got out of bed and searched the castle for him. She finally decided to ask one of the guards about Aemond's whereabouts.

"He left on his dragon this morning, my Lady." The guard said.

"Why?" She asked, confused.

"Do not worry, my lady, he will return."

Daenera wrapped her arms around herself and went back to her room. She decided to bury herself in her books until Aemond returned.

Hours later, Aemond stormed into her chambers, his face twisted in anger. She looked up from her book, startled by the sudden intrusion.

"Aemond, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Don't play dumb with me," Aemond spat. "I heard you talking about Maegor in your sleep last night. You love him, don't you?"

Daenera's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about? I chose you, Aemond."

"Don't lie to me!" Aemond bellowed, advancing on her. "I heard you whispering his name. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Daenera stood up, her back against the wall. "Aemond, please calm down. You're not making any sense. I don't love Maegor, I love you."

"Then why did you call out his name in your sleep?" Aemond demanded.

Daenera's face flushed with embarrassment. "I...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me!" Aemond roared, grabbing her by her neck. "If you still love Maegor, then you can't love me. You have to choose, Daenera. It's him or me."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I choose you, Aemond. I love you more than anything. Please, believe me."

Aemond glared at her, his grip tightening. "Prove it to me. Swear on your life that you don't love Maegor anymore."

Daenera nodded frantically. "I swear it, Aemond. I don't love Maegor. It's only you."

Aemond released her, his expression softening. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I care for you too much to share with anyone else."

She was slightly scared of him. She had never seen him like that before but she also knew he was human and couldn't be perfect all the time.

Aemond reached out to touch her face, his fingers gentle against her skin. "Let me show you how much I love you, Daenera."

He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss. At first, the kiss was hesitant, as if they were testing the waters. But then it deepened, and Daenera felt a spark of desire ignite in her belly.

She wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck, pulling him closer to her. His body pressed against hers, and she could feel the heat of his skin through his clothes. It was a reminder of just how much she wanted him.

Their kisses grew more intense, becoming almost desperate as they tried to make up for lost time. Aemond's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her hip and the arch of her back.

Daenera moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by their kiss. She wanted him so badly, and it seemed like he wanted her just as much. They broke apart for a moment, panting for breath, and Aemond whispered in her ear. "You're mine."

They kissed again, their bodies entwined as they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Daenera felt a rush of desire wash over her, and she knew that this was where she belonged in Aemond's arms.

As their bodies pressed against each other, the intensity of their passion continued to grow until it was almost overwhelming. Aemond's hands roamed over her body, caressing her skin, and Daenera responded with equal fervor.

They broke apart briefly, gasping for breath, and Aemond whispered, "I want to make love to you, Daenera. Will you let me?"

She nodded, her eyes still clouded with desire. Aemond leaned in to kiss her again, his hands working quickly to remove her clothing. Within moments, they were both naked, their bodies entwined.

As Aemond entered her, she cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear. His movements were slow and deliberate at first, but soon became faster and more urgent as their passion continued to build.

They moved together, their bodies a perfect match, as if they were made for each other. Daenera felt herself reaching the brink of ecstasy, and as she climaxed, she cried out Aemond's name.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, their bodies still entwined. For a few moments, they lay there in silence, both of them lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Finally, Aemond spoke. "I never want to fight with you again."

Daenera rolled over to face him, her heart full of love for this man who had just given her so much pleasure. "Neither do I, my prince."