𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Dancing with You

Daenera stood in the center of the empty ballroom, her long black hair pulled back into a loose braid. She wore a simple dress of pale blue silk, her feet bare as she waited for Aemond to arrive.

A few moments later, Aemond entered the room with a smile on his face as he approached her. He wore his simple leather outfit with his hair falling loosely around his shoulders.

"Are you ready to practice our dance, my lady?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

Daenera nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She led him to the center of the room and positioned him firmly, placing his hands on her waist and taking his hands in hers.

"Let's start with the basic steps," she said softly, her voice gentle as she guided him through the motions. "One step forward, one step back, then to the side."

Aemond stumbled a few times, his feet tripping over each other as he tried to keep up with her movements. But she was patient with him, encouraging him every step of the way.

As they moved together, their bodies slowly growing more comfortable with the rhythm of the dance, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment wash over him. He had never been much of a dancer, but with Daenera by his side, he felt as though he could conquer anything.

As the music swelled around them, they moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies moving as one. As the dance came to an end, Aemond pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her waist as he looked down at her with a warm smile.

"You are an amazing dancer, my lady," he whispered, his voice soft and sweet.

Alicent watched them from a distance with worry. Daenera seemed like the type of woman to have an affair. The last thing she wanted was for her son to father a bastard child like Rhaenyra. Saera joined her mother and starred at Daenera and Aemond.

"You were right." Alicent mumbled.

Saera glanced at her mother. "I know." She answered. She was the one who started the rumor about Daenera and Maegor's affair, but Alicent didn’t know that. Aemond may not see it now, but Saera would make sure he would.

"She's hiding something." Alicent mumbled.

"She's a witch."

"What?" Alicent asked, stunned.

"Remember me choking at dinner? That was her doing."

"If so, fighting her with actions will do nothing." Alicent sighed.

"I know."

Daenera laughed and kissed Aemond on the cheek. "I should go get fitted for my dress."

"The wedding is still a month and a half away." He said.

"Yes, well, preparation is key." She smiled and kissed him goodbye.

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Daenera sat in front of the large mirror in her chambers, surrounded by her closest advisors and a team of seamstresses. She was being fitted for her wedding gown, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

The gown was a work of art, made from the finest silk and adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery. It was a traditional Targaryen wedding gown, with a tight bodice and a voluminous skirt that flowed out around her like a cloud. She had chosen the color white, a symbol of purity and innocence.

As the seamstresses worked around her, pinning the gown to fit her perfectly, Daenera looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had always been a strong and independent woman, but she couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that came with the thought of marrying Aemond.

She thought of Aemond, her handsome fiancé, and felt a flutter in her stomach.

"Your Grace," one of the seamstresses said, breaking her reverie. "We're finished with the fitting. The gown fits you perfectly."

She stood up and twirled, admiring the way the skirt flowed around her. She felt like a princess and couldn't wait to walk down the aisle.

"Thank you," she said to the seamstresses, who curtsied and left the room. She turned to her advisors, who had been watching the fitting with interest.

"What do you think?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"It's stunning, Your Grace," one of them said. "You'll be the most beautiful bride in all of Westeros."

Daenera blushed at the compliment but couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction. She had always been a strong and capable leader, but it was nice to have a moment of pure joy and celebration in her life.

As the advisors left the room, she was left alone with her thoughts. She looked at her reflection in the mirror once more, taking in every detail of the gown. She knew that her life was about to change in many ways, but she was ready for whatever lay ahead.

Aemond pushed open the door to Daenera's chamber. As he stepped inside, he saw her standing in front of the mirror, her back to him, struggling to undo the laces of her gown.

"Let me help you," he said, his voice low and husky.

Daenera turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and desire.

"Thank you." She smiled.

He reached around her and began to slowly undo the laces of her gown, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her back. As he worked, he could feel her body trembling with excitement, and he knew that he was the cause of it.

Finally, the last lace came undone, and Aemond gently slid the gown off of Daenera's shoulders, revealing the curves of her body that he longed to see. He couldn't help but let out a low groan at the sight of her, and he pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Aemond's hands roamed over Daenera's body, exploring every inch of her as if he couldn't get enough. She responded eagerly, her hands running through his hair as they fell onto the bed together, lost in the heat of their desire.

For hours, they explored each other's bodies, their passion building with every touch and every kiss. When they finally collapsed, exhausted, into each other's arms, Aemond knew that he had found something special in Daenera, a love that would burn brightly for years to come.