𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Drunk Prince

Aemond sat in the Great Hall, nursing a cup of wine as he watched Daenera across the room. She was talking with Maegor, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Aemond couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. What if she chose to marry him instead of Aemond?

He took another sip of wine, trying to push the thought from his mind. But it lingered, like a dark cloud hanging over his head. He needed someone to talk to, someone who would understand his fears. And so he looked to his brother Aegon, who was sitting nearby, chatting with Jace.

"Aegon," Aemond called out, catching his brother's attention. "Come sit with me for a bit."

Aegon nodded and made his way over to Aemond's table. "What's on your mind, brother?"

"It's Daenera," Aemond said, taking another sip of wine. "I'm afraid she might choose Maegor over me."

Aegon raised an eyebrow. "And why would she do that?"

"He has stories to tell and experiences to share. What do I have? I'm just a prince, with nothing to offer except my title." His voice tinged with bitterness.

"Aemond, that's not true," Aegon said, laying a hand on his brother's arm. "You have many qualities that Maegor does not. You are loyal, honest, and sometimes a pain in the ass. And Daenera knows that. She wouldn't choose him over you just because he has more."

"But what if she's not happy with me?" Aemond said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "What if she decides that she wants more than what I can give her?"

"Aemond, you're getting ahead of yourself," Aegon said, his tone soothing. "Daenera cares for you. She wouldn't be spending so much time with you if she didn't. And besides, you can't control how she feels."

Later that night, Aemond stumbled into Daenera's chambers, his vision blurry, and his steps unsteady. He had had too much to drink, and now he was paying the price. Daenera looked up from her book and gasped at the sight of him. She had never seen him like this before.

"Come on, Aemond," she said, moving to help him. "Let's get you into bed."

Aemond mumbled something incoherent as she guided him to the bed, his eyes already drooping with exhaustion. She pulled back the covers and helped him lie down, tucking him in tightly.

"Thank you," Aemond slurred, his words barely intelligible.

Daenera smiled gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "Don't worry about it," she said. "Just get some sleep."

As he drifted off into a drunken slumber, she lay beside him, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

The next morning, Aemond slowly opened his eyes. He felt a warm weight against his chest. He looked down to see Daenera, her head resting on his shoulder, and her hair splayed out on his chest. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her, marveling at her beauty even in her sleep.

He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but her eyes fluttered open anyway. She looked up at him, her own smile widening as she realized where she was.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

"Good morning," he replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

They lay there for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's company. Aemond couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace amidst all the chaos of their lives.

"What time is it?" Daenera asked, breaking the silence.

Aemond glanced over at the window. "Early," he said. "The sun's barely risen."

She nodded, snuggling closer to him. "Good," she said. "I don't want to get up just yet."

Aemond chuckled, holding her a little closer. "Neither do I."

They stayed like that for a while longer, content to simply be together.

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Daenera watched as Aemond practiced his swordplay with Ser Criston Cole. She couldn't help but admire the way he moved, his muscular arms swinging the sword with ease.

As he finished his practice, he sheathed his sword and walked over to Daenera, a smug grin on his face. "Impressed, my lady?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Always, my prince, but I think I could do better."

Aemond chuckled. "Is that so? Care to prove it?"

Without warning, she darted towards Aemond, snatching his sword from his belt as she passed. "Hey!" Aemond yelled, giving chase.

Daenera ran through the halls of the palace, laughing as she held the sword aloft. Aemond was fast on her heels, his long legs easily closing the distance between them.

Finally, she ducked into a small alcove, hoping to hide from Aemond. But she was too slow, and he caught her by the waist, both of them tumbling to the ground.

Breathless from their chase, they lay there for a moment, catching their breath. Aemond looked down at her, a playful glint in his eye. "You know, stealing a man's sword is a serious offense," he teased.

She grinned up at him. "I know. But I think I've proven my point."

Aemond laughed, pulling her to her feet. "You certainly have. But don't think you've won just yet. I'll have to teach you some proper swordplay one of these days."

She smiled, handing Aemond back his sword. "I look forward to it."

Aemond and Daenera stood in the middle of a deserted room, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with electricity.

"Aemond," Daenera whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you."

Aemond stepped closer, his eyes darkening with passion. "Are you sure, my lady?"

"I'm sure," Daenera said, reaching up to pull him into a searing kiss. Their lips met with a fierce intensity, their tongues dancing in a wild tango. Aemond's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist. Daenera moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.

He pulled away, his eyes blazing with desire. "I need you now." He said, his voice rough with emotion.

He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. Daenera's eyes widened with appreciation, her heart racing with anticipation.

Aemond knelt down beside her, his eyes locked on hers. "I love you, Daenera," he said, his voice husky with desire. "And I want to show you just how much."

He leaned down and kissed her fiercely, his hands roaming over her body. He trailed kisses down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. With each touch, each caress, Daenera felt herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell.

Their bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion, their love burning bright like a flame. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment they would never forget.