Before the union of Rhaenyra with Ser Laenor Velaryon, an event etched forever in memory took place when Daemon claimed Rhaenyra's innocence in the hidden corners of a brothel, planting a seed of life within the princess rightful to the Iron Throne...
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See how I'll leave with every piece of you Don't underestimate the things that I will do There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark
Rhaella forced her hands over her ears despite the golden leaves piercing her skin. "I will not hear another word!"
"Stop it, Rhaella. Stop it!"
Aemond rushed to the girl, shocking her as he pried her now bleeding hands from her hair. "Look at me, princess," he demanded.
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. "You are breaking my heart, Aemond. Please, stop this madness!" she cried out as tears poured from her eyes.
"It's okay, my love. Look at me," he whispered softly, cupping his hands over her flushed cheeks.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she trembled ever so slightly in the crossfire of Aemond and the dripping blood falling from her crown. "I loathe confrontation, especially when it involves you!" she smacked the man's leather-plated chest.
"I cannot, for the love of the gods, understand how you are more upset about this than my sister, Helaena! Why are you hypersensitive to our family relations?"
The young princess grit her teeth as she seethed, "You imbecile! I was not born with the luxuries of a princess, nor did I have the slightest idea of what family gatherings could be! I had the displeasure of being raised like a farm animal in a tower designed for a toddler, Aemond."
The prince stumbled back, somewhat shocked by her words. "I lived without the love of siblings, or relatives for my entire life, and I only ever had Akira. My only therapy were books to escape the harsh truth of my situation—that I was a sad, lonely girl deprived of the outside world!"
"I apologize, Rhaella. If I knew how my actions would affect you, I would not put you in an uncomfortable position like this..."
A few tears fell from the young princess's strained eyes, and onto her flushed cheeks. Aemond scanned the girl's face, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth hung. He then wiped the tears away with his thumbs, and rubbed Rhaella's face in circular motions to soothe her stress.
She gazed at the man through her long lashes and parted her lips, leaning in for a kiss. Without hesitation, the one-eyed man pulled the princess in and ruffled his hands through her hair. As Aemond's hand slithered towards the top of her head, he was met with the abrasive nature of the golden crown.
"Fuck," he murmured through breathless kisses. Aemond tugged on the crown as gently as possible, and tossed it against the wall out of sight.
Rhaella giggled as his impatience of the prickly crown caused a bellowing echo to sound throughout the halls, and back towards the Great Hall.
"Aemond, my love? Are you all right?" Queen Alicent called out from the other room.
He rolled his single eye and carried Rhaella, scooping beneath her legs under one arm, and her back with the other. The princess shrieked upon the abrupt motion of being swept off her feet, but placed her arm around Aemond's neck for support.
