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It wasn’t the sound of the roaring thunder that awoke Adrian from her slumber, but rather the feeling of something soft brushing against her face. She slowly opened her eyes, and because of her blurry vision she only saw the outline of a person before her bed.
Adrian would’ve been more frightened had she not recognized who the small figure in the dark of her room belonged to once the fogginess in her eyes cleared. “Aemond.” She uttered, moving to sit up in her bed, blankets falling onto her lap.
This wouldn't be the first time the ten year old snuck into her room. His presence wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was how he woke her up. Usually he awoke Adrian from slumber by shaking her shoulder in a gentle way, never by touching her face. She let out an annoyed tired sigh, just as anyone would after having been disturbed from a peaceful sleep.
“It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here?”
Aemond did his best to appear sheepish. He went on to say the one thing he knew would soften Adrian up. “I had a nightmare.” He murmured, and as he expected her demeanor immediately changed.
Any irritation Adrian felt disappeared, and only concern remained for the ten year old boy. Of course it had been a nightmare that made him seek her out to soothe his fears. What other reason was there? She tried comforting him in the same way his mother would.
“Do you want to tell me about it? Maybe that could help make you feel better.”
“It was about what happened at Driftmark, but I don’t want to talk about it.” Aemond lied, really selling the act of being low-spirited. He reached for one of her hands, and because she believed he suffered from a nightmare she let him hold it without any complaints. Recently for whatever reason she hadn’t been letting him hold her hand as much, and he was starting to get really annoyed by that.
“Oh, okay.” Adrian mumbled. She became crestfallen when thinking back to the Driftmark incident. The horrific incident in which Aemond lost his left eye to his five year old nephew Lucerys felt like it happened forever ago, but really it had only been a month.
Aemond’s left eye had scarred terribly in his opinion. He often wore an eyepatch now to hide the angry scar during the day. It was only at night that he took off his eyepatch.
Only a few people were allowed to see him without his eyepatch. Adrian was one of those few people. She never looked at his scar with disgust but instead with sadness. Like right now.
“I know I’ve said this before, but I’m so sorry that this happened to you.” Adrian softly said, staring at his extended scar. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t deserve it.”
No one deserved what happened to them that night, but especially not Aemond. He was the only one of the children to obtain a life changing injury. Aemond had said it was a fair exchange, an eye for a dragon. But to Adrian it was still horrible.
The twenty-three year old recalled the pain the ten year old had been in when he lost his eye. Not even the milk of the poppy he drank could soothe all of his anguish. It seemed only with her presence was able to calm him down.
That night Aemond refused to not be by her side. He kept her next to him when the maester stitched his injured left eye. Aemond also all but demanded she stay in the same room as him, and no one forbade this. Not even his mother. How could they after seeing him in such a terrible bloody state?
And after having just lost his left eye, Adrian felt like saying no to him would only cause him more agony. So she awkwardly agreed, and stayed by his side but she slept in a chair next to his bed. Not once throughout the night did Aemond let go of hand.
At the moment it was Aemond’s turn to squeeze her hand in return. He finally asked her the question he’d been wanting to ask since he entered her chambers. The real reason for why he went to her. “Can I stay with you? I won't be able to fall asleep alone after the nightmare I had.”
Adrian pulled her hand away, causing the now one-eyed prince to frown.
It wasn’t like he’d never slept in the same bed as her before. Since she mysteriously arrived in Westeros there’d been times where he’d sneak into her room scared, saying he had a nightmare.
Adrian’s nurturing side tended to come out a lot more around Aemond. She thought he was this vulnerable child, one who she felt was misunderstood, and had to unfortunately deal with bullying by his brother and nephews. Though any bullying done to him stopped once he lost his eye. Aemond still presented himself as this vulnerable child who needed coddling, and because of that she always tried helping him.
Sometimes when he came to her room at night in obvious distress she allowed him to stay in her bed, but there were conditions. The first condition was that Aemond had to stay on his side of the bed, and the second condition was that he had to return to his room before the sun was out.
This had never been a problem before but ever since Aemond had lost his eye he’d been extra clingy, and it was starting to get suffocating.
The last time Adrian allowed him to sleep in her bed she hadn’t even been able to move because of how tight Aemond wrapped his arms around her. He should’ve never even had his arms around her to begin with.
That was a condition he broke and she angrily told him so. He apologized when he woke up, giving her a puppy dog look that still worked on her even with only one eye. She faltered in her anger, and ended up forgiving him. But what started off as innocent didn’t feel like it anymore.
“I don’t think so.” Adrian finally told him, shaking her head.
“Please.” Aemond beseeched. “I’ll leave before dawn approaches.”
Adrian tried being stern with him. “Aemond, no.”
Aemond’s lone eye blinked a few times, making himself tear up. “But…but I’m scared. The thunder…” He made his voice tremble, unable to finish his sentence.
Adrian mistook his tears for genuine ones. The tears on his face and his scar made her think about the pain he must have been in when he lost his eye. A large part of her would forever feel guilty. After all, Aemond did reveal to her that she was one of the main reasons why he claimed Vhagar.
Even with her short amount of time in Westeros, Adrian had already been able to claim a dragon of her own. It wasn’t just any dragon either, but a wild dragon. The infamous Cannibal. Many feared the black as coal dragon who was known to feast on other dragons. However to Adrian he was her sweetface.
Many thought the nickname to be ironic considering how ferocious looking the wild dragon was. But not to Adrian. She looked at the dragon as if he were the most magnificent creature to ever exist.
And having seen Adrian with a dragon of her own only made Aemond more determined to become a dragon rider himself. He desperately wanted to fly alongside her. And they were now able to do so, at the cost of Aemond’s eye.
His look of sadness was getting to Adrian, and a few seconds later she crumpled. She huffed, pushing away dark brown strands of hair from her face. “This is the last time. You can’t be doing this anymore, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.” She told him in an attempted firm tone to let him know how serious she was. “It’s just not appropriate. We’re family but I need my space, okay?”
Aemond had to slowly breathe through his nose to calm down. He was the quietest for the longest time, with only the sound of thunder filling her chambers. It was only when Adrian said his name that he got a hold of himself. He gave a nod to acknowledge he heard her before he moved to get under the covers with her.
Adrian let him do so but to make sure he was to stay on his side of the bed she put a pillow in between them. She quickly turned back around, missing Aemond’s unhappy expression.
“Goodnight Adrian.” Aemond whispered right as she laid her head back down on her pillow.
Adrian yawned. “Goodnight, Aemond.” She replied, shutting her eyes. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
At some point Adrian woke up again, only this time from having Aemond’s arms wrapped around her body.
The pillow she put between them was no longer there. Aemond was snuggling her in his sleep, his face resting against the back of her neck where unknown to her he’d been smelling her eucalyptus scent.
Adrian tried moving but Aemond’s hold on her made it impossible. She said his name a few times in hopes of waking him up but all that got her was his arms tightening around her. She let out a frustrated sigh. There was a reason why she put a pillow in between them and he completely disregarded it.
Going back to sleep was not possible anymore because of how overwhelmed she felt. No longer did Adrian think she’d be able to handle Aemond’s clinginess by herself. She would need to talk to Alicent about it, and soon because whatever this was couldn’t continue anymore.
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After an awkward conversation with Alicent about the rising issue of Aemond’s unhealthy attachment with Adrian, the older woman agreed that time apart would do Aemond some good.
Therefore in the past week Adrian began spending less time with Aemond. It started off small to not make her distancing from him obvious, but unsurprisingly he eventually caught on. Adrian could tell by each passing day how upset he was getting now that he was no longer attached to her hip.
She decided to just rip the bandaid and be upfront with Aemond, and tell him the news about her soon-to-be departure. Adrian asked Alicent if she could stay while she did this, thinking her being there would make things go smoother.
Alicent concurred, taking a seat across from her.
A serving girl was sent to find Aemond and inform him that Adrian wanted him to meet her in her chambers. He’d been in the training yard practicing his sword skills when he received the message.
Subsequently, Aemond promptly dropped his training sword. He did not care about the disapproving look Ser Criston threw at him, or the annoyed look Aegon gave him after stepping on his foot when running passed him.
All Aemond cared about was getting to Adrian as fast as possible. The bright smile on his face instantly vanished once he entered her chambers. To his disappointment Adrian wasn’t alone as he thought she’d be. His dutiful mother sat across from Adrian in the center where a lavish set of couches were.
“Mother.” Aemond addressed her, shifting his eye toward Adrian. There was a puzzled expression on his freckled face. “Adrian, what is going on?” He could sense something in the air, something of grave concern and it made him feel nervous all of a sudden.
Adrian tried smiling to make things less tense for him. “Aemond, I asked for you to come here because there’s something I need to tell you.” She shared a brief look with Alicent, gesturing Aemond over to her. “Please, take a seat.”
Alicent moved down a bit to make room for Aemond to sit but he instead took a seat next to Adrian. She frowned, and when she looked at Adrian she saw her do the same.
Adrian cleared her face before Aemond could see. She scooted to put room between them. “I know you’ve noticed that I’ve been spending less time with you.”
Aemond kissed his teeth, feeling a spark of annoyance at the mere mention of her putting distance between them. Every time he’d want to spend time together in these last few days she’d come up with some excuse, practically running from him. “Yes, I have noticed.”
Her absence had been tiresome, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Hence why he was happy to hear she wanted to see him. But now Aemond was more puzzled than happy.
“Well, it’s because I thought we needed time apart.” Adrian admitted to him. “You were practically with me all the time, it was starting to feel odd. You're ten, you should be doing things that you like.”
Aemond frowned, feeling an ache in his heart. “But I already do the things that I like with you.”
“You know what I mean.” Adrian softly sighed.
Aemond then narrowed his eye, his expression hardening. “So that’s why you asked me to come here? To tell me you still won’t spend time with me?”
Adrian was gentle with her words. If she wasn’t careful she knew she could deeply hurt him, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt Aemond. This had to be said though. “Actually, I wanted to tell you I’m going to be leaving King’s Landing for a while.”
Aemond felt as if he’d just awoken from an actual nightmare. Nightmares were very rare for him, and the few ones he did have it was always of him falling from somewhere. He usually awoke frightened with his head dizzy, heart pounding. That was exactly how he felt at the moment.
“You’re leaving?” He questioned, his remaining indigo eye widening. Did she somehow figure out a way to return back to her world?
Adrian nodded her head. “Yes, I’m going to Dorne.”
“Because you want to be far away from me?” Aemond questioned a bit louder, not caring about his apparent sulking. Even though he was relieved she wasn’t going back to her world, Dorne was still too far away for him.
The dark haired woman was quick with her response after hearing his growing distress. She needed him to remain calm. “No, it’s because I have family there.” She reassured him. Her going to Dorne wasn’t solely because she wanted to put space between them.
Unknown to the young prince, Adrian had been secretly exchanging letters with Prince Qoren Martell for the past month. According to him, all her family from her grandmother Aurelia's side in Dorne were very eager to meet her.
In Qoren’s letter he stated that his oldest daughter Aliandra, who was a few years younger than Aemond, was very curious about her. And honestly Adrian was also very curious about the rest of her family in Dorne.
“But you have family here.” Aemond argued briskly. “I’m your family.”
“Yes you are, but I haven’t met my grandmother’s side of the family. I really want to meet them.” Adrian tried giving him a smile. “I’ll come back.”
“When?” Aemond inquired, his chest feeling exponentially heavy.
Adrian swallowed, her smile fading. “I’m not sure when exactly, but I will.”
“This is for the best, Aemond.” Alicent solemnly added into the conversation. She’d been silent up until now, closely watching her son's behavior with Adrian. It definitely fed into the worry that recently emerged.
Alicent wasn’t unmindful. She was aware about her second oldest son’s fondness for Adrian. However there was no disquietude since Alicent only saw how happy he was. Aemond smiled and laughed around Adrian more than he ever did with her or anyone else in their family.
It was a wonder to Alicent, and she often thanked the Gods for Adrian. Aemond’s demeanor changed partially as a result of Adrian’s enigmatic arrival in King’s Landing. She’d been the reason Aemond broke out of that tough shell of his.
And she thought it was sweet the way Aemond began tagging along Adrian’s side, even more so than with Aegon and Helaena. Alicent even thought if Daeron had stayed in King's Landing instead of going to Oldtown he too would’ve taken a liking to Adrian.
But then Adrian shared her worries with Alicent about Aemond’s growing attachment to her. About Aemond's lack of boundaries in regards to whenever he had nightmares and would go to Adrian’s chambers in the middle of the night. Adrian thought it was starting to get out of control and that something had to be done.
Adrian needed Alicent’s support, and thankfully she got it after she said her piece. The older woman thought time apart would do Aemond some good. It was evident though that he did not think so.
Aemond abruptly stood up, startling both women. “No. I won’t allow it.” He looked at Adrian, shaking his head. His indigo eye glinted. “You can’t leave me.”
Adrian let out another sigh as she got up. “Aemond, you sweet boy…” She gasped, jumping in place when Aemond cut her off with his yelling.
“Stop calling me that! I’m not a boy! And you can’t leave! You’re mine!”
The nickname of sweet boy made Aemond see red everytime Adrian called him so. Initially he did not mind but soon enough that changed when he realized it meant she’d only see him as a boy.
The whole room went silent from his outburst. Alicent stared at her son in shock and Adrian looked at him in total disbelief. “What?” She murmured her question, thrown off not necessarily by his yelling but rather what was said.
“Aemond.” Alicent admonished him, her honey brown eyes wide because of his untypical behavior. She expected this sort of appalling behavior from Aegon but never from Aemond who was the most poised of her children.
Aemond paid his mother no mind, acting as if she were no longer there. “You heard me.” He stared up at Adrian with his lone indigo eye, utterly frantic. “You're mine.”
The disbelief Adrian originally felt turned into indignation. Her dark brown eyes hardened. “I am not a toy Aemond.” She scolded him. His possessiveness over her was unacceptable, and she was quick to let him know that. “I am a human being and I deserve to be treated with respect.”
Aemond’s anger deflated in some measure. He did treat Adrian with respect, he’d always done so. But he was deeply hurt to hear her speak about leaving King’s Landing, of leaving him.
Didn’t Adrian care about being with him? Why was she eager to leave? So she can be with people from her grandmother’s side? They were her family but she already had family in King’s Landing. She didn't need them when she already had him.
“Then tell me you won’t leave.” Aemond childishly demanded.
Adrian did not backpedal, not even when Aemond gave her the puppy dog look that usually crumbled her resolve. She remained stern. “I’m leaving and that’s final.”
The sad look Aemond tried using on her morphed into an angry one. It was the angriest Adrian and Alicent had ever seen him.
“You’re not!” The one-eyed prince told Adrian in a frenetic manner. He then proceeded to flip the refectory table that was in between the couches, severely startling both women.
The flower vase resting on the table broke once hitting the ground. There was now water on the floor, along with pieces of the vase and blue irises Adrian picked out earlier in the gardens with Helaena.
Alicent was absolutely flabbergasted by what Aemond had done. Her ten year old son flipped the heavy refectory table made of mahogany as if it weighed nothing. Adrian was so astounded she became speechless, her eyes wide in alarm.
It was Alicent who broke from shock first. “Aemond, that is enough.” She tried saying in a firm voice to gain control of the situation, but it did no such thing.
“No!” Aemond shouted, and reacted immediately when Adrian took a step back from him. He leaped forward, kneeling to wrap his arms around her midsection.
Adrian stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Aemond’s face pressed against her stomach, hugging her to the point where it hurt and she was struggling to breathe. She tried pushing him off but it was as if he’d glued himself to her. She found her voice again through the panic and exasperation.
“Aemond, stop it! Get off!”
Aemond didn’t listen, his hold only tightened. It was if he were trying to become one with her with the way he was painfully hugging her.
“Aemond!” Alicent called out in horror, coming to Adrian’s aid.
The older woman had frozen from where she sat, in denial about her son’s behavior. She told herself this all must’ve been a terrible dream because Aemond wasn’t like this. He didn’t flip tables and refused to let go of people. That was unbecoming of him.
However after picking at her fingernails enough to draw some blood, Alicent faced the horrible truth that she indeed was wide awake.
It was a struggle but with Alicent’s help Adrian was able to get Aemond off her. Before being pulled too far apart, Aemond harshly pulled on Adrian’s necklace, snapping it off her neck.
Adrian touched her bare neck, her breathing returning to normal at the lack of his painful squeezing. “Aemond, please give it back.” She implored, sticking her hand out toward him.
Aemond wriggled in his mother’s arms until he was out of them. He shoved his mother’s hand when she tried reaching for the necklace. He was too inflamed, his emotions getting the worst of him.
The one-eyed prince didn’t pay any attention to his mother’s hurt look or the way Adrian was pleading with him over the necklace. All he could focus on was his anger and in a moment of fury he threw the necklace to the ground.
“No, don't!” Adrian attempted to stop him but it was too late. She could only watch with misty eyes as the ruby gemstone inside the pendant broke. The necklace that once belonged to her grandmother was now ruined.
The piece of jewelry was the only item Adrian had to connect with why she was even in Westeros. She’d been planning on figuring out more about the necklace perhaps thinking it was the key to her way home. But now the supposed key was broken, as were any chances of returning home. If there were any chances to begin with. Still, she was overwrought.
Adrian picked up the broken pieces of the ruby gemstone. She stared at Aemond, downright dispirited. “How could you do this?”
Aemond gulped, his anger diminishing to be replaced with guilt he wished would disappear. She looked at him as if he’d betrayed her. Except he wasn’t the one doing the betraying here.
“How could you ever want to leave me?” Aemond retorted, voice cracking from the emotional distress. Perhaps breaking her grandmother’s necklace had been a bridge too far, as was the embrace but he was only trying to make Adrian understand that she was hurting him by saying she was leaving.
Adrian shook her head, exasperation presently written all over her face. “Aemond, your dreadful behavior has only proven to me that leaving is the right choice. ”
Aemond wanted to disagree, he wanted to wrap his arms tightly around Adrian until she changed her mind, but he was flooded with dejection. The walls started to feel as if they were closing in on him, and his eyes were welling up with tears. He was close to breaking down, and not out of anger this time. He felt a single tear go down his face before he turned around and promptly ran out of Adrian’s chambers. Her wounding words and disappointed face was all he could see.
Adrian opened her mouth to call his name but quickly shut it. She silently watched him bolt, dismayed. She switched her gaze onto Alicent at the sound of her sighing loudly. The Queen rubbed at her temples as if she had the world's worst headache. The twenty-three year old wished she still had Advil to give her some but unfortunately she already ran out.
Alicent’s honey brown eyes flickered over to her. She was still quite shaken up from everything that happened. “Perhaps it is best that Aemond is not there when you take off.” She solemnly said, and although she never said it aloud her stare offered many apologies to Adrian.
“I think that’s best too.” Adrian forced out, holding back tears. It wasn’t until Alicent excused herself that Adrian began to cry alone in her room.
Even though she’d agreed with Alicent that Aemond not being there when she left was for the best, a part of her was still hurt by his absence. In front of the others she kept composure, only shedding tears once in the sky with Cannibal.
About a week after Adrian’s safe arrival to Dorne did she receive letters by raven from King’s Landing. Everyone she’d gotten along with in King’s Landing wrote to her, even Aegon had sent her something.
Everyone except for Aemond.
Adrian would not receive a letter from him during her stay in Dorne. She wouldn’t even see Aemond for the longest time, and when she finally did things would end abysmally for her.
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Nine years Later
Dorne, Sunspear to be precise, became a second home to Adrian. She was originally only there to visit for a while, but plans quickly changed once she arrived and met the descendants of her grandmother’s. Her descendants too, technically.
When Adrian met her family from her biological grandfather’s side it had been a very strange experience at first. She didn’t feel this same strangeness when meeting her family from her grandmother’s side. Adrian automatically felt comfortable with them in Sunspear, never once having her doubts.
Although Adrian greatly missed her family back in the modern world, she’d come to love the capitol of Dorne. It wasn’t her real home but it was the closest she was ever going to get to a home while in Westeros.
Being in Sunspear lessened the sorrow of being away from her loved ones. She never felt this way when she’d been in King’s Landing. Even with its grand size the castle felt frowzy, and not at all liberating as Dorne. Adrian actually felt the sun on her, unlike in King’s Landing.
And so for nine long years she lived contentedly with her grandmother’s side of the family. Until one day her contentment was suddenly disturbed by virtue of a letter from the place she left nine years ago.
“So it is true. You really are going.”
Adrian’s packing came to a standstill. Her dark brown eyes landed on Aliandra Martell, the oldest daughter of Prince Qoren Martell. Aliandra and her siblings sadly lost their mother at very young ages, and because of that they each became close with Adrian.
The soon to be fourteen year old girl became like a younger sister to Adrian. She could never replace her real sister, but being around Aliandra certainly helped minimize the pain of missing Julieta. Many years have passed and Adrian remained curious about what her younger sister was up to in the modern world.
To not let the ache in her heart get to her mood down, Adrian focused on Aliandra. It didn’t help that she wasn’t her usual playful self. Adrian knew it was because of what Aliandra’s father told her. She hadn’t even bothered to knock on the door, not that she ever did and not that it actually bothered Adrian.
The thirty-two year old woman got used to Aliandra abruptly entering her room over the years. At least Aliandra knew when to and when not to enter her room. Adrian never worried about random middle of the night visits by her.
“King Viserys has requested my presence. I’ll only be gone for a fortnight.” Adrian informed the adolescent. In the letter she received it was written that King Viserys requested she come back to court for a visit. Apparently he and everyone else missed her dearly, and that it had been far too long since they were graced with her presence. Nine years too long to be exact.
Aliandra walked over to the chaise and sat down with an exaggerated huff. “And why am I barely being told about this?”
Adrian took a seat next to her with a small smile. “Relax.” She pacified her annoyance with a soft tone. She was aware how much Aliandra disliked being excluded and the last to know about things. Aliandra always wanted to be included in the loop and Adrian tried to do just that.
“Coryanne and Qyle still don’t know that I’m going to leave. Your father told me he would tell them today around super time.”
Aliandra huffed out a laugh, already imagining the unhappy looks of her younger siblings. “They will not be happy either to hear about you going away.”
The older woman’s smile wavered at her sigh. “I figured as much. I remember how devastated Coryanne looked the last time I left for Starfall.”
Coryanne, the middle child, was the most sensitive at the age of twelve. Qyle, who was only a year younger than Coryanne, wasn’t that much different. However Coryanne always appeared the saddest whenever Adrian left Sunspear. Even if she were going somewhere as close as Starfall. At least her sadness never turned into a full blown temper tantrum.
Adrian was well known in Starfall having been there a good amount of times over the years. Each time she visited had been enjoyable for her. She’d come to meet some very interesting people along the way, forming close platonic and intimate relationships.
Her relationship with Osvaldo Dayne stood out from the rest. Just thinking about him had her swooning almost. Her blissful thoughts of chestnut brown hair and blue eyes were interrupted when she heard Aliandra talk, bringing her back to the topic of conversation.
“And you were gone only for a few days.”
How fun those few days were.
Adrian cleared her throat, pushing aside images of a certain handsome man. “Coryanne will be fine. She’ll have you, Qyle, and your father.” She gave her an earnest look. “You’ll be fine as well.”
Aliandra's first instinct was to say something along the lines that just because she would be fine without her didn’t mean she wouldn’t miss her.
Instead she forced herself to look down at her nails, suddenly wishing Adrian still had the stuff she called nail polish. After a bit of silence and more time to gain composure, Aliandra directed her gaze onto Adrian again, face inquisitive.
“How do you feel about going back to King’s Landing?”
Truthfully, Adrian was a big ball of uncertainty. The last time she’d been in King’s Landing was years ago, and she hadn’t left on the best of terms with Alicent’s second oldest son. But so much time had passed, surely Aemond changed for the better.
The nerves she felt did nothing to take away her curiosity either. She wanted to see how everyone was doing, especially Helaena. Aside from Aemond, it was Helaena who Adrian spent the most time with. Mainly in the gardens, where Helaena talked about bugs and happily showed Adrian her collection.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” Adrian began telling Aliandra. “So I can’t help but feel nervous.”
“You shouldn’t be. You’re going to arrive with your dragon.” Aliandra fired back with a huge grin. “Cannibal is the most ferocious dragon to exist.”
Even though it’s been years, Adrian hadn’t forgotten about the dragons that resided in King’s Landing, just as she hadn’t forgotten its people. “Some may argue and say Vhagar is the most ferocious.”
“She’s just the largest.” Aliandra corrected as if that were nothing, pursuing her lips. “But she’s nothing like Cannibal.”
Adrian fixed the teenager with an amused look. “You haven’t even seen Vhagar.” The only dragon Aliandra and her siblings had seen and been close to was Cannibal. Adrian’s sweetface of a dragon who many feared.
For how ferocious Cannibal was, he’d never once attacked anyone in Dorne. The Dornish people knew better than to approach him without Adrian there, and those who did were family members of Adrian. All Cannibal ever did was growl and stare them down with those intimidating emerald eyes of his.
Aliandra simply shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need to. I already know Cannibal is better.”
“Well, I’ll tell him you said so when I go on dragonback.”
Aliandra laughed merrily along with Adrian before turning serious. “Promise you’ll return before my nameday.”
“As if I’d miss your fourteenth nameday.” Adrian replied in a warm manner. “I promise I’ll come back in time, and I’ll return with a special gift too.”
Her response was enough to get a smile out of Aliandra. “I can’t wait.”
Adrian then resumed packing her trunk with Aliandra now lending a hand. Afterwards they went to the watergardens, wanting to relax in the water while the sun began to set.
As Aliandra and her talked animatedly to each other, she thought about what to get Aliandra for her nameday. Aliandra was really looking forward to her nameday celebration, so Adrian wanted to get the perfect gift for her.
Unbeknownst to the thirty-two year old, she would not make it back for Aliandra’s nameday. Adrian wouldn’t make it back to Dorne at all.
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It was strange being back in King’s Landing. Adrian felt like a fish out of water, identical to how she felt nine years ago when she wandered the castle’s corridors. Her welcome to court hadn’t been cold but she got the chills when exchanging greetings.
These chills down Adrian’s spine were caused from the intense staring done by the boy she used to coddle. Aemond Targaryen was no longer a ten year old boy anymore, though. He was now a young man of nineteen, who changed significantly in his appearance.
Once upon a time, Adrian had been taller than him. Now it was Aemond who towered over her. The freckles she found adorable on his cheeks faded over the years, and his hair grew to be long and luxurious. His features were vastly striking; almost as if he walked right out of a classical painting.
Although he’d grown to be a beautiful young man, he was still way younger than her. Adrian couldn’t help but only see him as a boy. The same boy who used to crave her kind words after being bullied by his older brother and nephews, who liked hearing her read to him, and who would play Cyvasse with her after teaching her how to play.
The good memories from the past did not comfort Adrian now with the way Aemond stared at her using his remaining eye. It was unnerving to say the least, but it wasn’t the only unnerving thing to come about this visit.
What unnerved Adrian, what shocked her more was learning about the King’s Viserys health. She suspected something was not right when Viserys did not greet her with the others.
Alicent had been the one to escort Adrian to his private royal chambers. It was there she saw Viserys’ sickly form in bed, appearing more dead than alive. Adrian’s reaction hadn’t been a good one and Alicent took action, quickly explaining that his health had been declining over the years.
Only recently the King gained enough strength to order a letter be written and sent to Adrian. Now Viserys was again weak, his breathing slow and wheezing a common occurrence.
When Viserys finally opened his remaining eye it took him a moment before he finally recognized her. Adrian almost burst into tears when he uttered her name, his lips trying to smile but struggled to do so. She hated seeing him like this, a mere shell of the man she’d known when she unexpectedly arrived in Westeros.
Adrian just about lost it during the dinner Viserys planned for her. Seeing Viserys strain himself was harrowing but for his sake she did her best to make it seem like she was having a swell time.
However, sitting next to Aemond’s right side didn’t help, and it only made her heart beat rapidly. Adrian felt his eye on her as she ate, or rather as she tried to eat. His intense staring affected her appetite.
Adrian avoided looking his way, letting her eyes wander around the table. Even willing to stare at Otto with his grim expression.
Thankfully Alicent was good at making conversation. Helaena joined in every now and then with her questions or compliments toward Adrian. Even Aegon participated, though his way of participating was more lackadaisical.
Other than in his appearance, Aegon hadn’t changed much these last nine years. Except he did drink more than what she remembered, and that was saying something because she recalled finding him passed out drunk several times when he’d been only a teenager.
Adrian somewhat found it amusing when Aegon randomly pulled out the sunglasses she left behind for him during dinner. He put on the sunglasses, only for them to be taken off him by his mother with a glare.
Alas the smidge of lightheartedness dissipated when King Viserys wasn’t able to withhold his pain anymore. He was carried back to his chambers not long after the second course was served.
The King not present at the table made it harder for Adrian to keep up this ‘I’m having so much fun’ act. She dropped it entirely, no longer able to stand giving out a forced bright smile and being under the watchful eye of Aemond.
So Adrian made her own leave, not even bothering with dessert. Alicent thought her excuse was because she was tired from traveling, and so Adrian let her think that.
Adrian left in such a hurry she failed to notice the indigo eye watching her retreating figure.
King's Landing brought the thirty-two year old the same amount of comfort it did at the age of twenty-three. She missed Dorne in the same way she ached for her home in the modern world.
She was in King’s Landing, and would be for the next two weeks. It was a depressing realization for Adrian that she was already grieving a King she knew would be gone soon.
When Adrian arrived at her temporary room she politely asked the serving girls that were there for a bath to be drawn. She thought maybe a warm bath would make her feel better.
It didn’t really but the water being warm as the sun in Dorne was greatly appreciated.
After changing into her nightgown, Adrian waited until her hair was damp to start brushing it. Once hair tangled free she got up from the vanity table, her eyes scrutinizing her surroundings. The temporary room given to her was actually her old room from when she lived in King’s Landing.
Now that Adrian had enough time to look around she noticed something weird. It didn’t click before because she’d been away for so long, but when it did click it she furrowed her eyebrows. Everything in this room—her old room —was exactly the same as she left it with the exception of the fresh bed covers and the table in between the couches in the center of the room.
The original refectory table made of mahogany had been damaged.
“I did my best to keep everything the same since you left.”
Adrian gasped, jumping slightly. She turned around, an indescribable feeling bloomed in her stomach at the sight of Aemond standing a few feet away from her.
“Aemond, you startled me. What are you doing here?”
Adrian was tremendously befuddled. When did Aemond enter her room? And how did she not hear him make his way inside? A light bulb went off in her head remembering an important detail. Had he used the secret tunnels like he’d done in the past?
As she asked herself these questions, the one-eyed prince admired her figure in the marigold nightgown she wore. The thin nightgown made of silk was specifically for the Dornish climate. Yet she wore it here in King’s Landing.
His mother would have slapped him if she were here, seeing him lust after Adrian in her nightgown, no matter how revealing. Adrian looked so divine, and her age did not wane his feelings for her. He only saw the naturalness of her beauty.
Aemond thought Adrian’s legs to be her most attractive feature, but there was no denying her breasts were a work of art. If he focused his eye hard enough he’d be able to see her nipples. A pleasing sight he believed was only ever meant for him.
His mood however soured at the thought of another man seeing Adrian wearing anything like this when she’d been in Dorne. If there’d been a man, and Aemond ever found out who precisely, he would show him no mercy. He would happily gouge the ignoramus’ eyes out and feed the rest of him to Vhagar.
“I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Aemond answered Adrian, thoughts of killing any romantic rivals halted as his gaze swallowed her comeliness. “You left dinner rather perturbed.”
Adrian felt the weight of his stare much like before. The difference this time was that she couldn’t focus on anyone else since it was just the two of them. A part of Adrian felt nervous around him, but then another part of her felt silly. This was Aemond, the boy she used to look out for, similar to that of a mother with their child.
The happy memories made Adrian keep things civil between them. “I’m fine, Aemond. I’m just tired.” She excused with a small smile thrown his way. “It’s been a long day.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.” Aemond said, his gaze on her plump lips before staring into dark brown eyes. “I was worried my father’s state of health frightened you.”
“Frightened? No, of course not.” Adrian shook her head, becoming crestfallen. “Seeing him so sick took me by surprise though. I didn’t expect it to be that bad.” Despite remembering Viserys having already been in bad shape when she left nine years ago, Adrian never expected his state to be worse ten times over.
“My father’s health has been dwindling ever since I can remember.” Aemond mentioned evenly, and if there was any heartache about his father approaching death’s door he did a good job in hiding it. “The best we can do is to make him as comfortable as possible.”
Adrian frowned, thinking back to the past. Aemond sounded everybit as clinical when talking about Viserys. As a child he hadn’t been the closest to his father, none of Viserys' children by Alicent were if she was being honest.
But Adrian noticed that Aemond in particular never looked at his father with hatred, not even after the Driftmark incident. Aemond’s stare only showed indifference. Which she believed to be much worse.
When Adrian left King’s Landing she hoped that the relationship between Aemond and his father would have improved, but evidently it did not. This only meant Aemond was over trying to rebuild anything with his father, and had been over it for sometime.
As shitty as a father Viserys may have been, losing a parent was not a smooth sailing. Adrian wanted to tell him this but he briskly changed the subject during the melancholic moment she'd been having.
“What do you think of your chambers?”
Adrian needed another moment to gather her bearings. She looked around in her room, furrowing her eyebrows like before. “You really did keep everything the same…” The older woman drawled, uneasiness trying to creep into her stomach. She tried ignoring the feeling, thinking it to be needless.
“Yes.” Aemond nodded his head, taking silent steps to get closer to her when she’d turn her back to him.
The one-eyed prince had made it his mission these last nine years to make sure her chambers stayed the same, aside from the new table and fresh set of covers that were brought in earlier today. But those who dared taking or even moving a single item in Adrian’s chambers dealt with his wrath as consequences.
Adrian’s breath hitched, startled to find Aemond standing right in front of her. He once again snuck up on her, much to her chagrin. There’d been a time where she needed to stare down when addressing him, now she needed to crane her head up a bit.
His fingers suddenly brushing against her hand brought Adrian out of her cloud of annoyance. She moved back a bit, his close proximity proving to be overwhelming.
“Thank you for checking up on me, but you should go now.”
“Why?” Aemond remained where he stood. He tilted his head at her. “I’ve only arrived, and we haven’t spoken as much since you’ve returned.”
Adrian no longer believed the nervous feeling she got in her stomach was not without reason. “It’s getting late.”
“And?” Aemond’s indigo eye gleamed. “I seem to remember coming to you in the middle of the night quite often.”
Adrian rubbed her arms, growing more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. “Yes but I also remember telling you how inappropriate that became. Just how this feels inappropriate.”
It hadn’t clicked at first because she never worried about what she wore in front of Aemond, even to sleep. Things had changed though in these last nine years, and she wanted him out of her personal space now more than ever.
“I don’t think it’s inappropriate.”
Aemond's reply only made her feel uneasier as he said it with nonchalance. The thirty-two year old was not only nervous, but her patience was wearing thin. “Fine, agree to disagree. Please just leave.”
Aemond slowly exhaled, looking down at her through the lashes of his right eye. “Hmm…no.”
Adrian shook her head, utterly done with him. She opened her mouth to call for the guard outside her room but what Aemond said next made her shut her mouth.
“You can try calling for your guard but he won’t come.”
Adrian gulped, heart racing. “Why do you say that?”
A ghost of a smile appeared on Aemond’s angular face. “Because when a prince tells someone, even a knight of the Kingsguard, to go elsewhere they listen. If an order doesn't do it, then a bit of gold helps.”
“You bribed my guard?” Adrian questioned with a deep, troubled frown. The knight assigned to guard her was not Ser Harrold or either of the Cargyll twins. It was a knight she did not recognize but she nonetheless trusted he would protect her. That was his duty, to protect. Therefore it was disheartening to hear all it took for him to leave his post was a bit of gold.
Aemond’s confirmation was without any ounce of shame. “Yes I did.”
Adrian couldn’t listen to this anymore, couldn’t be in the same room as him. She moved past Aemond to get her robe before making her exit. Unfortunately Aemond was faster than her, and when he turned her around to face him she ended up dropping her robe.
The older woman tried shaking him off her but it was no use. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “Why are you really here Aemond?” Although she was agitated she refused to let him see how he was affecting her.
“I’ve missed you.” Aemond softly admitted, now holding onto her hands. “Nine years I’ve been without you. Do you have any idea how painful it’s been?”
Even with the trepidation he caused, Adrian had enough attitude to sass him. “Really? I had no idea you missed me. In those nine years you never wrote to me. I wrote to you a few times and never once did I get a letter back from you.”
Aemond let out a heartfelt sigh. “I did write to you, I just couldn’t send them.” He squeezed her hands, ignoring her frown. “I wanted you, and sending letters wouldn’t have done any good. I wanted the real thing.” An actual smile appeared on his face. “And now you’re here. It took some time but I was finally able to get you here.”
“What did you just say?” Adrian whispered, dread filling her bones.
“It only took a few whispers in my father’s ear but it finally stuck.” Aemond disclosed what he did to his dark haired beauty.
The older woman was shocked, frozen in place with him holding onto her hands. “You planned for this? For me to come to King’s Landing?” With wide eyes she watched him nod his head.
“Yes.”
“But…why?” Adrian nervously asked.
Aemond gave her hands another squeeze before moving to caress her cheeks. They felt warm under his touch. “Do you love me?”
That was a forward question, and Adrian hadn’t been expecting it. However it did get her out of the daze she was in. She took a step back from Aemond, his hands falling from her face and to his sides. Her stomach churned as she thought over his question.
Of course she loved him, just not in the way she was now suspecting he loved her. When did these feelings for her start to develop? Or had they always been there? Her unease amplified at the last question. If that was true it explained his terrible temper tantrum from nine years ago, and that made her feel ill for a number of reasons.
“You know that I do but we’re family. I’ll never see you as anything but a boy.” Adrian truthfully said, rejecting him without being cruel. “Even now, I’m thirty-two and you’re nineteen.”
Aemond reacted negatively by clenching his jaw. “I’m no longer a mere boy.” He declared at full height, looking down at her with his indigo eye. “I am a man now.”
His intense stare did not stop Adrian from correcting him. “You’re a young man.”
“That does not make me any less of a man.” Aemond stubbornly retorted.
Like him, Adrian was obstinate with her reply. “Maybe not, but you’re still younger than me.”
Aemond hummed, invigorating determination seeped into his sharp features. “I'm old enough to do this.” He gave her little chance to stop him from doing the thing he’d been wanting to do for years.
The one-eyed prince kissed her with everything he felt for her. One of his hands found her damp hair, the other found her waist. Despite her protests he pressed her front against his, elated at the feeling of her breasts as he continued kissing her.
Adrian’s plump lips were indeed soft, just as Aemond dreamed they’d be. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue barely tracing her own before she was able to gather enough strength to push him off her.
“What the hell was that?!” Adrian sputtered, aghast from being kissed so abruptly by the person who she’d known since he was a kid. By a family member of hers no less. It was a distressing situation, to put it mildly.
“That was a kiss, the first of many between us.” Aemond simply told her, trying to press his lips against hers again. The kiss to him had been phenomenal and he wanted more now that he knew what it was like to kiss her.
Before he planted another kiss, Adrian stopped him in time by putting a hand to his sturdy chest. “Aemond stop this.” She desperately tried reasoning with him. “I will never see you in that way.”
Her declaration didn’t dissuade Aemond. He was so lost in his love for her he failed to see her side of things. “You will. Or perhaps you already have and you are in denial.”
Adrian scoffed at his absurdity. “In denial?”
Aemond moved forward and watched with a frown as she backed away from him. “You’re afraid of your feelings for me but you don’t need to be.”
Yes, Adrian was afraid but not for the reason he thought. She steadied her expression, maintaining her distance from him. “That is not the reason. I just don’t want to be with you.” She bluntly said in hopes he’d get it through his thick skull.
Aemond refused to believe that. There had to be a reason, and once he knew what was stopping her from being with him he would swoop in with a remedy. “No, there’s a reason. Pray tell, what is your reasoning then? Other than our age difference because I don’t care about that.”
“We’re related!” Adrian fired back.
Aemond raised a perfect brow. “Is that supposed to discourage me?”
Well, it sure discouraged her.
A disturbing fact Adrian had come to learn was that the Targaryens were known to marry within the family. Despite being half Targaryen through her biological grandfather—who unfortunately was Maegor—Adrian did not participate in that custom. She didn’t even want to get married, hence why she kept any intimate relationships she’d made since living in Dorne on the casual side.
Even with Osvaldo, who she’d become quite close to romantically and intimately, she did not want to marry. Adrian still believed she would one day return home, and marrying someone with this being a possibility didn’t seem fair to them. Osvaldo respected her choice the moment she told him, only making her like the Dayne man more.
“It’s not as if there’s another in your life.” Aemond went on to say as a jest but the way her eyes lowered instantly felt like a punch to the gut. “Is there someone else?” He was basically foaming at the mouth, his pupil widely blown. “You dare let another man touch what is mine?”
Adrian exploded from anger. She was taken back to the past, to a somewhat similar scenario. And like then she hated being viewed as an object to be owned. “I am not yours!” How could he even say that?
What was that saying she heard before? Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. Perhaps he’d finally gone mad. Regardless whether Aemond was really mad or not, she wasn’t about to be treated this way by him.
“And it’s none of your business who I’ve been with.” Adrian heatedly finished saying to him.
Aemond stared down at her, his nostrils flaring. “Of course it’s my business.” He hated hearing that she’d been touched by another. She should have stayed in King’s Landing, everything would’ve been done his way…the right way.
Alas he couldn’t change what had already happened. His features wiped away any anger from showing. He’d learned from last time that letting his anger get the best of him would do him no good. No, this time he would do things differently.
This time Aemond would get to Adrian another way. A way he’d been reading about and even went through an unpleasant encounter just for her. It was with this way that he’d also convince her that he was the better option.
After this any thoughts of returning to Dorne, and reuniting with whatever lover she had there would be forgotten about. Only he would go to Dorne once he learned the name of the man who dared touch her. Whoever he was, his days were numbered. But he’d focus on that later. Right now he needed to concentrate on his love.
Aemond rushed forward to where Adrian stood before slipping down to his knees.
Adrian stared down at him with wide startled eyes. “What are you doing? Stop it, get off your knees.”
“I’ll show you.” Aemond proclaimed vehemently, bunching up her nightgown to her waist. Her pushes to his shoulders did absolutely nothing to him. “I’ll show you how much better I am.”
Before she could utter another protest, Aemond pushed aside her smallclothes to bury his face between her legs. Her nightgown fell down, hiding him from view.
Aemond would finally put all those erotic tomes he’d read and his unpleasant encounter at the Street of Silk to good use. He’d been waiting for the perfect moment with Adrian, and after nine years this was it.
Adrian's attempts to push him off became languish. She gasped at the feel of his tongue licking her folds. Oral sex wasn’t unfamiliar to Adrian. She liked it being done to her…when it was with a partner of her choosing.
Osvaldo was quite good at it. In all the times he’d gone down at her though he’d never made her cry. And that’s what Aemond was doing. Her eyes welling up by just the feel of his mouth. She did not think this was a good thing…and yet she felt her body responding to him.
Adrian tried getting away by ignoring the pleasure Aemond was forcing on her. Except the one-eyed prince had his hands underneath her nightgown to hold onto her bottom, pushing his face further into her.
It was nearly possible to move due to his strength. She didn’t give up but a hard push to his shoulder underneath her nightgown had him gently retaliating by tracing her bud with his tongue. That made her lean forward further, holding onto his shoulders instead of pushing him as she drew a sharp breath.
“Oh God.”
“No, my love.” Aemond moved from Adrian’s core to nip at her thighs, getting whimpers out of her. “It is I, Aemond, who is giving you pleasure.” He kissed her soft thighs before feasting on her delicious cunny again. From underneath her nightgown, he closed his eye from bliss.
Aemond almost finished then and there but he was determined to not release until he was inside her. For tonight would be the night he would make Adrian his. Her release would not be prolonged. Aemond planned on making her climax more than once tonight.
Adrian could tell she was close to orgasming. Her pushes to his shoulders were more determined to get him off her but Aemond’s hold tightened in return. She kept saying no over and over again while she felt Aemond mouth yes against her core. Her orgasm was unavoidable, and when she climaxed she nearly lost consciousness from the overwhelmingness.
Aemond licked his lips, tasting her delicious slick. He hummed, loving the taste of her. Adrian tasted like peaches. Aemond got out from underneath her nightgown, happy to tell her this when he saw her half closed eyes, swaying. She was barely able to stand, and had it not been for his hold on her she would’ve fallen. He quickly acted, carrying her back to her bed and gently laid her down. He couldn’t believe this was the result after giving her pleasure.
It certainly made him feel good about himself. He’d been able to please his love properly when it came to licking her cunny. He could only hope when it came to the act of making love he’d be just as good.
Aemond would soon find out. He caressed Adrian’s warm face, smiling at how beautiful she looked from having climaxed. He’d been able to bring her to the state of euphoria with only a gentle hand…well, mouth. He was proud of himself for not being like his older brother.
Aegon brought shame to Helaena by frequently seeking out women in the Street of Silk, and by also being rough with the serving girls in the Red Keep. The one-eyed prince did none of that.
Aside from the upsetting encounter Aemond had with the prostitute Aegon all but threw him toward on his thirteenth nameday, he’d never been with another woman. The only reason Aemond even engaged with the woman from the Street of Silk was to gain experience for when he’d meet Adrian again. He wanted to know what to do in order to please her.
One time had been enough for Aemond though. It had been uncomfortable, but thankfully quick. Still, there were times he’d feel ill, shudders going down his spine when thinking about what the woman from the Street of Silk did to him.
After that Aemond only got experience from reading countless tomes. He wasn’t even interested in anyone else, only in Adrian. And although she’d basically confirmed she’d been with another while in Dorne he knew she felt the same way about him. Why else was her body so pliable under his touch?
It’s this reason why Aemond made himself comfortable by taking off his clothing. The only thing remaining on him was his eyepatch, but he would wait for Adrian to regain consciousness before taking that off. It took longer than he thought for Adrian to fully wake up, not that he minded.
When Adrian’s eyes fluttered open she was met with Aemond staring down at her, his body covering her own. She failed to notice his state of undress on account of him swiftly taking off his eyepatch. She inhaled sharply at what she saw.
In what was supposed to be an empty socket was a sparkling ruby. Not just any ruby, but the same ruby that had once been her grandmother’s necklace. The same necklace she left behind because Aemond had broken it nine years ago.
“You kept it?” Adrian wondered aloud.
Aemond nodded his head, the length of his hair tickling her face. “After you left I did my best to fix it. I’ve kept it close since then because it felt like I had a piece of you with me.”
Adrian didn’t even know what to say to that. Not that it really mattered, since her attention shifted toward something else that was more dire. “Aemond, where are your clothes?” She felt nauseous asking such a question.
His next words would haunt her for years to come.
“My love, I am ready for us to be one.”
Adrian went to get up but she was pushed back down by Aemond. One of his hands pinned both of her hands above her head. “Stop, I don’t want this.” She vehemently voiced.
“If that is the truth you’d fight me. You’d push me away as if you meant it, slap me, call for help, do everything you could to get away. And yet you’re not.” Aemond slid his other hand underneath her nightgown to in between her thighs. He nearly broke into song from what he felt with his fingers. “Instead you remain under me, wet and warm.”
Adrian gasped loudly, tears stinging her eyes when he got between her legs and entered her with a smooth thrust.
Aemond groaned, his face scrunching up. He needed a moment to compose himself, the tight fit of Adrian’s cunny almost made him release too soon. After years of dreaming of this moment he was going to make it last for as long as possible. One of his hands was still pinning down both of Adrian’s, while the other moved to touch her face as he began a slow pace.
“See?” Aemond pressed kisses along her neck, making sure to leave a good amount of marks there for everyone to see. Gods, she felt incredible. There would never be a better feeling than from being inside Adrian. “And I’m supposed to believe you don’t really want me?”
“All that’s physiological!” Adrian tried arguing right as she felt him thrust again.
Aemond gently tutted, using his free hand to tear her nightgown’s neckline. Her breasts were out in the open for him to freely kiss. “Make up any lie you want, it doesn’t take away how good I’m making you feel. Just accept it, my love.”
Adrian cried loudly at another thrust given to her by him.
“Every time I move you clench around me, refusing to let go.” Aemond groaned over her fulmination. “I thought of you every night since you left me, often stroking myself until completion. But it doesn’t compare to what I am feeling now.” He blithely admitted now that he was inside her velvet walls. “This is paradise. Being in you is paradise, my love. And I know you feel the same way.”
Adrian thrashed her head from side to side, trying to stop herself from peaking again. “No.” She cried, her chest heaving.
Aemond let go of her hands that were pinned by his own. He forced her to look at him by keeping his hand on her cheek. His other hand lifted one of her legs to wrap around him. He kept his hand there, rubbing her thigh, enjoying her softness.
“Yes.” He kept eye contact with her as he moved his hips against hers. His movements were slow but very deep, now hitting a special spot within her walls that almost made her lose whatever little resolve she had left. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning. Her hands fisted the furs to the sides of her.
But Adrian could tell Aemond sensed this weakness of hers. And after seeing her reaction, Aemond purposefully kept hitting that special spot with his measured but intense thrusts. He was determined to see her fall apart again.
“No.” Adrian cried out again, albeit much weaker than before. She’d been determined to not climax again but unfortunately this was proving to be a battle she would not be winning.
Aemond stared at her with so much love in his eye, the tears going down her face did not disturb him in the slightest. If anything it only urged him on, his thrusting never ceasing. She mewled when the hand on her thigh slithered back to her warm wet center.
Using the same amount of gentleness as his thrusting, Aemond pressed his thumb on her bud. “Yes.” He whispered, kissing her tear streaked face, and he watched in awe as she tumbled from the pleasure he’d been generously giving her.
To Adrian’s immense shame the coil she felt in her stomach snapped in half. This orgasm of hers was much more intense than the previous one. It was so intense she was seeing stars behind her closed eyes. She completely lost any resolve she had, woefully calling out his name.
“Aemond!”
The one-eyed prince moved his face back a bit just in time to see Adrian break apart so beautifully from below him. He smiled, a few tears of his own trailing down his face. He took a moment to bask in this glorious sight before carrying on with his gentle thrusting.
“Please…” Adrian’s breathing was shallow, her body still shaking from her recent climax. Aemond took her begging as one caused from pleasure, but whether it truly was was disregarded by him.
“I love you Adrian.” Aemond heartfeltly declared, thrusting once more with extra vigor to make sure he hit deeply. He groaned, spilling everything he had inside her. Afterwards he stayed within her, not wanting any of his seed to go to waste. He beamed at the thought of her round and heavy with his child. It was a dream of his that would soon come true.
Adrian was completely spent beneath Aemond’s lean but muscular body, looking up at the canopy of her old bed with a blank expression. To her horror she remembered this was the same bed where she used to hold Aemond when he’d been a boy, like a mother would their child. Each time claiming he could not find sleep because of a nightmare.
Years later it was now the bed where he raped her. Because that’s exactly what happened. Aemond had raped her. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been rough, or that his touches were considered loving, it was still rape.
Adrian was as heartbroken as she was angry with him, and herself. She was also equally disgusted with herself. Like Aemond told her, she could have fought him off, and even yelled for help until her face turned blue…but she didn’t. She just laid there, allowing him to take control. Adrian hated that her body had reacted so quickly to Aemond’s touches. She hated herself.
The older woman could blame physiology all she wanted, but that didn’t excuse the brief moments where she’d welcomed the pleasure.
Adrian’s blank expression faltered, her watery eyes flickering back to Aemond.
The one-eyed prince nuzzled his face in between her breasts, liking the dewiness from their lovemaking. He kissed both her breasts before lifting his face to smile lovingly at her. “Tomorrow I’ll call for Septon Eustace and have him marry us.”
Adrian’s response to this was a sniffle, followed by another round of tears going down her face. Even after it was over Aemond remained inside, and his member, although soft, nevertheless made her feel full.
Aemond used his hand to gently rub the tears away. He looked at her with so much love it made Adrian feel sick. “I would’ve married you all those years ago. I know you said I was only a boy but even back then a part of you must have known.” He admired her glistening eyes and her glowing golden skin.
Adrian had always looked beautiful to him, but in this moment she was ethereal. She was a Goddess, one he would worship until the end of his days.
Aemond kissed her softly on her pouting lips, ignoring the cry he heard from her. “You’re mine Adrian. You've been mine since the moment we met all those years ago.”