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“The importance of this is not up for debate, my Prince” Otto Hightower waved his hand as he wagged his tongue. “It's for the good of the realm, a show of good faith, and strength, now that the war is over”
“I do not care about any show of faith, and anyone who questions the crown's strength can seek a demonstration of it here.” Aemond growled back, his hand fanned tensely across the table. This conversation was shaking him in a way nothing had in years.
“You’ve been away from your ladywife for years now, your children have grown. She is her mother's only daughter, whom she cares for day in and day out. She is not apt to leave her. We have found a suitable clearing for Vhagar, arranged for you to take the largest and most luxurious rooms-” Aemond slammed his fist down and stood.
“Fuck luxury.” He swayed a little, forced himself to take a breath. “I will not be leaving King's Landing, Grandsire. I care not what deals you've made.” He stared the old man down, daring him to speak, his hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of the conqueror's ruby encrusted dagger.
“Aemond, I pray you-” Alicent spoke up exasperatedly, she steepled her hands and tucked her chin with a sigh as her son interrupted her.
“Pray all you like, Mother. You and Grandsire can talk with your kin in Oldtown, come to any arrangement you please.” He stood taller as he regained his composure. “I will not be going anywhere.” Aemond crossed his hands behind his back, his hair swayed gently as he gated from the room. Aleana perked up, lifting her head from the book she read as she heard his steps coming toward her.
She laid on her back, sprawled across a cool stone step in the shadow of the Iron Throne. She'd begged to accompany Aemond to his summonce, hoping to spend time with her mother and Grandsire. He'd allowed it only for their mother to immediately dismiss her, declaring it a formal meeting and not a familial visit. Laney of course bowed out gracefully, but lamented to be alone, and so she laid out on the floor and waited. “Aemond” she called happily, but her smile and shoulders dropped quickly upon seeing her twin's face. “What is it?” she began chewing her lip, feeling his angry energy. He ignored her question, took her wrist in his hand and began swiftly leading her out of the throne room and through the keep, towards the royal rooms.
Aegon had taken Sunfyre to Dragonstone for the day, he'd been directly overseeing the excavation of a cave there, checking in on the quality and quantity of the Dragonglass the men pulled from the earth.
No one understood the King's interest, but he’d pursued it only in his free time and been so joyful in his work, no one had bothered to question or dissuade him. He was expected back by sundown and had happily left Aleana in Aemond's charge.
Aleana followed along silently, but struggled to keep her much taller twin's pace. “Idaña, please” She huffed when finally they reached the top of the stairs. Aemond turned, realized he'd been all but dragging his beloved along and slowed with a huff. He was frightened, he hated to admit, and he was running. ‘Dragons are not afraid, they do not run.’ He reminded himself, willing himself to relax.
“What's gotten into you? What was said, Aemond?” Aleana put her hand on his chest, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Are we at war again?” She shuddered to think it, her eyes filled with tears.
“No, my little dragon, no.” He swiped his thumb over her cheek to soothe her. “Come,” he slid his hand to lace their fingers, leading her with intentional care to the King's chambers. Aemond dismissed the guard, and once inside, began to tug at the clasps that held his collar, embroidered lovingly by Heleana, too tightly to his neck. Lane went to the table, she poured water into a cup and brought it to Aemond, urging him silently with her small hands into a chair near the window. Once seated, she stood behind him and used both hands to squeeze his trapezius muscles, working her thumbs down his shoulder with as much pressure as her delicate hands could muster.
Aemond drank his water and finished unbuttoning his shirt, then allowed Laney to slide it from his shoulders, leaving him in a loose, thin cotton tunic and his leather breaches. When her hands grew tired, Lane took a comb from her table and began to brush her twin's hair as he stewed. He gazed out the window, his eyes wandered King's Landing but always returned to the sky above the Dragonpit. He sought his brother's comfort, Laney could tell, waited for him to discuss whatever it was that had scared him. Nothing scared him, Lane thought. Whatever it was that scared him in this moment, scared her. She clung to him, her chilled hands resting on his upper back worriedly as they watched the sky and waited. Finally, a withheld exhale lowered Aemond’s shoulders, Sunfyre came into view and descended into the pit. Aemond reached up to rub Laney's fingers.
“Laney girl-” Aegon called loudly as he entered their room, he wore his thick, rigid riding leathers and his hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of his head. He stopped in his tracks, one bare hand working the glove from the other when he saw the twins. “Aemond” his voice rose happily, he smiled until Aemond turned to him, his face grievous. Aegon found Laney's face to match his and his stomach fell. “What's happened?” he swallowed his tongue, willing himself to be brave in the face of whatever had shaken his unshakable brother.
Aemond sighed and stood, wiping his sweaty palms on the armrest. Aleana walked to Aegon, she took his riding gloves, kissed him softly on the cheek and moved to fetch him a glass of wine, all the while Aegon's eyes stayed glued to Aemond as he approached. “I've been ordered to move to Oldtown. I'm to take Vhagar and be the King's presence in his Holy City.” His mouth was dry. Aleana went pale, she felt as though she was falling through the floor and moved to take the nearest seat as she tried to blink his words away.
Aegon’s exhale was audible, he put his hand on his chest as he spoke. “I did not give you any such order” he protested.
“Otto and Mother conspire, they say I have no official titles here, that I will be a show of power In Oldtown, as if my marriage itself wasn't a grand enough bowing to the Hightowers” Aemond's words spiraled into his thoughts.
“I am King, brother. I have sovereignty, I will not allow you to be anywhere but here, at my side.” A sob escaped Lane's throat, she covered her mouth with a shaking, fisted hand and hot tears poured from both her eyes. Aegon crouched in front of her, he rested his hands on her knees and smiled at her. “There's no reason to cry, syz riña, Aemond is not going anywhere.” he combed hair from her face.
“Grandsire always gets what he wants” she croaked, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
“Grandsire is not the King.” He assured her. He wiped her tears with his thumb.
“Mother speaks of Ceryse and the babes, wields them against me” Aemond huffed.
“They are welcome to return here, most welcome, if it pleases them. But you are needed here.” Aegon insisted.
“They do not agree, without a title, they say, no argument can be made for my necessity here, while Oldtown begs for, deserves, the protection of a dragon.” He sneered the word ‘deserves’ as if it was a poisoned insult.
Aegon stood and turned to his brother, taking his shoulder in his hand. “If only the King's commands outweighed those of the Hand and Dowager Queen. If only the King could bestow positions at Court.” Aegon grinned, his heart fluttered, the joy he felt at being the helper, the soother, the protector, for once, was oozing from his pores. “I can make this right, ñuha jorrāeliarzy”
“And what seat would you give me?” Aemond moved to Aleana’s side, he placed his palm lovingly on her wet cheek. “Drink some water, my pretty girl” He commanded her, she nodded and took the filled cup from him with a shaky hand.
“Any that pleases you” Aegon shrugged.
“We chose your small council carefully, all of those men are necessary” Aemond rubbed his chin as he thought.
“None of them as necessary as you” Aegon petted his wife's head as he spoke. Aemond paced as he thought, Aegon emptied his cup and then sat heavily in his chair. Lane stood and moved like a magnet to him, she helped him remove his boots first, carefully unbuckling and unlacing them. She then moved to his chest, working nimble fingers over the snaps that contributed to his confinement. Aemond observed, deciding this was a practiced routine as she moved with ease and confidence to free him. She looked beautiful, her long hair and soft gown a sharp contrast to Aegon's strong face and hard leathers.
It was his delight to witness it. To be here in the Queen and King's chambers, partaking in their intimacy. He had no intention of giving this up, of leaving their side, of leaving Laney's side. “Let me swear myself to the Queen.” He announced, he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it immediately. Protecting Laney had always been his first priority, nothing made more sense than to swear himself to her. It would be binding, in the eyes of the Seven, a duty he could not be asked to cast aside to go to Oldtown. And neither could they separate the King and Queen, thus ensuring the trios continued proximity.
Aegon smiled hugely, he clapped his hands and cheered his brother. “Of course, absolutely!” He beamed.
“You have a wife and children, are sworn men not required to remain unmarried?” Lane tortured herself, shuffling through any hindrance to this blissful solution.
“I'm the King, I will hear his vows, he will simply leave that line out” he chucked. Aemond stood over her, he rubbed her clavicle with his fingertips and inhaled against the top of her head.
“Truely?” she swallowed.
“We'll hold court in the morning,” Aegon declared. “I would be pleased to see you wear the dress I had made for you” his eyes twinkled.
“Happily, my King.” She nodded, her eyes locked on Aemonds face. “You'll be satisfied?” She asked “To follow me around forever?”
“Nothing on Earth could make me happier” he answered her with a smile and a kiss atop her forehead.
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Aegon landed excitedly on his knees between Aemond and Aleana's legs. “Wake up, Lēa jorraels, you've slept in” he put his hands on each of their covered thighs and rubbed at them as he spoke.
“Jo-RR-Aels” Aleana corrected his pronunciation sleepily as she rolled into Aemond's chest. Her twin smiled and welcomingly wrapped his arms around her.
“JoRrAels” he repeated as he kneed in closer to them.
“Much better” Aemond’s voice was gruff from sleep but carried a satisfied and relaxed tone, attributed, most definitely, to the carnality the three of them had enjoyed the night before.
“You're torturing me, the both of you” Aeg huffed as he took in their exposed skin and the scent of their sleep. “I've called for all of the court and a number of small folk, they'll be awaiting us in the Throne Room by the time you dress.”
“What did Mother say?” Laney asked timidly, she traced a thin scar that ran diagonally across Aemond’s chest with her fingers as she spoke.
“She demand I tell her what this was about, begged that I not cause trouble, whine, whine, whining as always” he stood from the bed and went to Aleana’s wardrobe, he fingered through her favored gowns until he found the beaded and golden embroidered, peacock green dress that he'd commissioned for her. A Pentoshi seamstress had fitted it to her every curve, as Aegon watched, lounging in his cups while his wife stood on a pedestal in her small clothes. Afterwards he'd delivered it to Heleana, who covered the sleeves and bust with her particular style of Dragons and greenery. It had been a gift, it was important to Aegon that his wife felt surrounded by treasures.
“You didn't tell them of our plans?” Aemond sat up and combed his hair away from his face with his fingers. Laney laid on her side lazily and watched as Aegon approached with her dress.
“No, not a word” he offered plainly. He reached for Aleana, cupping her face sweetly as he spoke. Aemond sighed, he wasn't sure if Aegon's words made him feel better or worse.
Aemond dressed quietly, while Aegon dressed Aleana with his own hands. He pulled her chemise sleeves lovingly up her arms, kissing her neck as he worked. He laced her dress with expert fingers, surprising Aemond with his ability.
Aleana used an ivory comb on Aemond’s hair, she secured his silver tresses with a leather string and then laid his eyepatch perfectly across his face.
“We will see you soon, my Queen” Aemond kissed the top of her head as he and Aegon left. Aemond had a particular gift in mind for his Queen, he and Aegon went to collect it while one of her ladies braided and styled Aleana's hair.
Aegon led them to the Royal vaults, hidden behind painted panels in the Small Council Room. The walk-in safe boasted shelves lined with dim, dusty jewels and family heirlooms. Swords were propped upright in corners, breastplates, carved figures and wooden boxes filled with folded velvet robes lined the floor. Aegon held a torch for Aemond as he inspected and trifled through the crowns and tiaras that were stacked on cobwebbed cushions.
“Are you nervous, brother?” Aeg asked.
“I'd march into battle faster than I'd make speeches, but I trust you'll keep it quick and clean.” Aemond answered.
“I will, for you.” The King admired the treasure Aemond selected, confirming it to be the prize they sought.
The Throne Room was bustling with people, Lords and Ladies whispered and predicted the purpose of the gathering. Heleana, though joyful with the news, prefered not to attend and Aegon was happy to let her enjoy her morning away from court. Months after his wedding, he'd found her distraught in his solar. Their mother had attempted to arrange a tour for her, to meet the ladies of the realm and Hel could not bear the thought of it. She wept in his arms and he'd promised her that she need not be the ‘Princess’ their mother wanted her to be, that for the rest of her life she could simply be Helaena, his beloved sister. Alicent had warned him then against making such declarations, against welding such power. As he climbed the steps to the Iron Throne now, she stared at him with deadly intensity from across the dias. Otto beside her rubbed at his beard and chewed his tongue as the King took his seat. Aemond stood still and steady, hands clasped behind his back at his brother's side, he challenged Otto with his relentless gaze as they waited for Aleana to be announced.
Finally the crowd split and Aleana walked toward her brothers across the suddenly quiet room. Her dress was exquisite, it fit her like a glove and complimented her skin beautifully. Her hair was parted from ear to ear and braided intricately, a strand on each side of her head haloed her ears. She was blushing, looking at her feet as she hurried down the hall. Aemond met her half way, he took her arm, forcing her to slow her pace. “Chin up.” He whispered as they walked. Laney stole a breath and obeyed him, bringing her eyes up to find Aegon's. He grinned at her from his seat and stood as she reached the stairs at his feet.
“Wife” He greeted her.
“My King” she answered, bowing her head slightly as he took her hand and led her forward.
“You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen” he complimented her quietly so only she could hear him. The beads on her belled sleeves shined in the light as he stopped her from reaching for her lip. “Don't be nervous,” he smiled.
Alicent approached her daughter, she reached for her, taking her wrist while she faked a smile. “I trust you had no part in whatever is occurring here this morning.”
“Of course not, Mother. I do as I'm told.” Aleana stuttered, answering word for word as Aegon had told her to when he warned her that Alicent would accost her.
“Mm.” was her mother's curt reply.
Aegon flicked his finger and Ser Criston Cole called the court to silence, announcing the King was about to speak.
“Lords and Ladies of Westeros, people of King's Landing” Aegon began. “I have gathered you together on this salient day, to witness the giving of a sacred vow.” He shifted his weight as he paused. “I stand before you a King, but I speak as a man. Men of every station are gathered here now, men from different lands and houses fill this hall and yet, I dare to assert that each of you has one principle concern, one true worry. And that is for the safety and wellbeing of your families, for the lives of your wives and children. I share this care with you. A half year into marriage, I find myself deeply invested in the safety of our Queen Aleana. She is the future of my line, of the Targaryen dynasty, and her safety simply cannot be made too paramount.” Aleana pulled her shoulders from her ears, reminding herself to stand proudly, as her Idaña expected of her. The eyes of the court roamed her, examining the Queen her brother spoke so adoringly about. “I have decided to appoint my brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen, first of his name, Queen Aleana Targaryen’s Sworn Shield.” Alicent's hands curled into fists at her side, her perfectly composed face twitched for a moment before she overcame her anger and brought a toothy smile to her face. Otto maintained his cool posture but his eyes darkened just enough to alert Aemond to his irritation. The one eyed prince grinned in satisfaction. “I know, without a doubt, that no other man could protect my Queen as wholly as her twin brother.” Aegon smiled. The court was applauding, Otto and Alicent forced themselves to join in as Aegon gestured to Aleana. She took a deep breath and moved toward him, she grasped his hand as if she'd fly away without it, squeezing as he led her to stand in front of his throne.
“Do you accept this charge, Prince Aemond?” Aegon looked at his brother and smiled.
“Of course, my King. It would be my honor.”
“Do you promise to serve your Queen with hand, heart and voice, Prince Aemond?”
“I do, my King” Aemond bowed his head.
“Make your vow, brother” Aegon stepped away from Aleana, taking his seat behind her. Aemond eyed his mother and grandsire as he circled, falling to both knees in front of his twin.
“I, Aemond Targaryen, first of my name, Prince of Westeros, swear my life, my shield and my sword to you, Queen Aleana Targaryen. I will defend your honor and your name and I will keep your counsel. I will obey your every command. I will protect you, and your future children, with my life.” Aemond's eye glistened with emotion, sincerity and love coated his words as he peered up into his truest love's face. “I swear all this upon the Seven” Aemond reached to his belt and removed his ancestor's dagger from its sheath. He brought the dagger to his palm and Aleana reached to stop him as he sliced open his flesh with the blade. His blood dripped to the floor, he grinned at Laney's sweetness, winking to assure her that he was alright as he continued to speak. “I swear upon the blood of our ancient house” he sheathed his blade.
Aleana was breathless, her hands trembled in front of her womb. Aemond looked up at her, waiting for her reply but the words she'd practiced again and again in the mirror as her lady did her hair had abandoned her. There was a shuffle of feet behind her and then her husband was whispering to the back of her head.
“I vow, that you shall-” Aegon began to lead her through her response, she echoed him with a soft voice, forcing herself to look only at Aemond and not at the faces of the amused, critical crowd, as she clung to Aegon's words.
“I will ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor.” She finished, Aegon's strong hand was splayed across the small of her back stabilizing her as she stood. The crowd clapped and cheered, Aemond stood and tilted his head to Aegon as he backed away and returned to his spot next to Criston Cole on the dias. The knight clapped his shoulder and nodded at him as he passed.
“Well done, my love” Aegon brushed his fingers against her ribs. He moved to her side and raised his voice to address the crowd once more. “To further commemorate this joyful occasion, the Prince would like to present a gift to his Queen." Aleana had not been informed of this part of the proceeding. Her nerves returned in full measure as she watched Ser Cole kneel and hold out a square wooden box to Aemond.
“Come, sweetling” Aegon quietly urged her to face Aemond as he approached her, gold and rubies glistening in his hand.
“Prince Aemond offers to Queen Aleana the ancestral diadem of Queen Rhaenys, second wife and sister of Aegon the Conqueror.” Criston Cole announced as Aemond held the dainty but intricate piece out for her to see.
Aleana was blown away by its beauty, it was feminine in its shape, rubies shone across the surface of the braided gold. “I am touched, Prince Aemond” she forced a formal reply. “It is a beautiful treasure”
“If you'll allow me, my Queen” he bowed his head and lowered his shoulders as he asked.
“I would be honored” She nodded at him, her heart pounding as he reached to place the crown rightly on her head. Once it was situated, they bowed their heads to each other, Aemond smiled, his face beaming with pride.
“How lovely” Aegon viewed her with a smile and patted his brother's back. “Well chosen, Aemond.”
“Thank you, my King” the sound of the crowd kept their words between them.
Laney was spent, her smile, despite her happiness, was faltering and she wanted badly to be away from the eyes of her constituents. Aegon could see this plainly, he guided her by the small of her back to her mothers side, whispering praises in her ear as they moved, and began to speak to the crowd for the final time.
“I will rest easier tonight, and every night here after, knowing my wife and children have the protection of the man I most trust.” Aegon finished, he delivered his closing address but the words were lost to Laney as Alicent leaned close to speak.
“I hope this pleases the three of you.” Her ability to speak harshly while looking angelic had always impressed and terrified Laney. “I know what happens in your chambers, Aleana. And I could not be more disappointed in you.” Aleana pressed her fingers into her diaphragm and closed her eyes in shame. “Lady Ceryse is your good-sister. She has been kind to you. And she will be returning to the keep.” she promised.
“I'll welcome her warmly, mother” Aleana offered a polite response. She liked Lady Ceryse, truthfully, she was loath to hurt her.
“Having welcomed her husband into your own marital bed.” Alicent hissed as she followed her father through the processional out of the hall.
The King took her arm, Aemond followed behind them and Laney was gasping for breath, only allowing her tears to escape and her posture to collapse when the doors separating the trio from the crowd huffed closed.
“I warned you she'd be harsh with you.” Aegon was wiping her tears, holding her arms in his hands as he helped keep her upright.
“She knows, Aeg. She told me she knows.” Aemond turned sharply, he guided Aleana around the corner by placing his hand on her tummy.
Aegon followed them to the empty hallway. “What did she say, doña?” Aemond tilted her face toward him with his big hand.
“Take a breath, Laney, gods.” Aegon put his hand on her shoulder.
“She said she knows what happens in my chambers. That I have wronged Lady Ceryse, that she is disappointed in me.” Aleana was too ashamed to look him in the face, she blinked tears at the wall over his shoulder as she spoke.
“Nothing Alicent says matters.” Aemond told her.
“Lady Ceryse has been treated well, she's been no more wronged than any Lady in a forced marriage.” Aegon carded her hair with his fingers.
“Ser Criston crawls into mother's bed every night, sweet sister, she's committing her own sins.” Aemond moved to kiss her face and thought better of it, realizing there were more prying eyes in the Keep than usual. “Let's get the Queen to her chambers, brother.” he told Aegon, who nodded and took her hand.
Finally behind closed doors, Aemond kissed Laney as he'd wanted to since he'd stood from delivering his vow. Aegon was unlacing her bodice, he ran his hands along her neck and kissed her earlobe as he worked.
“Don't cry, my love, please.” Aemond cooed as he rubbed his thumb over her temple, his nail brushed against the crown he’d placed on her head. “Do you remember what I've told you about Queen Rhaenys, sweetling?”
She was too tired to try to recall, she shook her head and leaned in to press her forehead to Aemond's chin.
Aegon mumbled something about a history lesson into her shoulder while he wormed his fingers into the hems at Lane's shoulders.
Aemond smiled and rolled his eye. “The histories say that Aegon married Visenya out of obligation and duty.” He leaned forward to kiss the curve of her shoulder. Aegon had worked the dress down to her hips, her chemise revealed her peaked nipples, her breast pressed against Aemond's ribs as he spoke into her upturned face. “He married his younger sister, Queen Rhaenys, because he desired her, because he loved her.” His fingertips trailed down her bare arms and her skin burned under his touch.
“I remember.” She huffed against his mouth as she pressed her lips to his.
“So too do I desire you, Laney. So too do I love you.” He tilted her chin to him as he kissed her back.
Aegon watched them kiss over her shoulder. Her dress was bunched at her feet, he'd pulled the long pins from her hair, freeing her braids and curls to frame her face. Aemond curled his fingers against her scalp, tugging at the hair Aegon had delivered to him.
“I love you too, Aemond.” She panted against him.
Aegon withdrew his hands from Laney’s skin. He went to his table and poured a cup of wine, downing it quickly before he announced softly, to his disregarding, enraptured siblings, that he'd return shortly.
He found Alicent in the courtyard, Ser Cole stood at attention, he bowed his head to Aegon as he marched past.
“Mother” he greeted her curtly.
“Aegon” She rolled her eyes. “I expected you to be in your chambers, watching your brother cuckold your wife.” She spat at him angrily. Heleana sat at her feet sewing, she paused, her eyes growing wide at her mother’s words.
“I do quite enjoy watching, Mother.” Aegon circled her cooly, he rubbed his hands together, excited to unleash his tongue on the hateful woman who'd done very little to raise him. “As much, I'm sure, as you enjoy bending over for Cole every night.” Alicent huffed in disbelief, standing with clenched fists as Ser Criston turned to face him.
“Aegon” he dared.
“King Aegon” he snapped, turning his head to him. “I am the King” he brought his gaze back to Alicent when Cole shrunk at his words. “You seem to forget that, Mother. That I am King.” Though they matched each other in height, Aegon spoke down to her, Alicent squared her shoulders but her hands trembled and her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. “Your days of making decisions, of scheming and planning, are over.” He stared into her eyes. “The harsh words you hurl at your children have not softened our hearts to you. I do not appreciate the tone you took with my wife.” Alicent grit her teeth as she listened. Cole lingered on edge on the perimeter of the space. “You are in no position to cast judgement upon Laney, not while you sin and sin again. Not while you would not know love if it bit you.” Heleana looked up at them with wet eyes, she hated the conflict and he was sorry to create it in her presence but he felt his words necessary. “I expect you to speak only kindly to your daughter in the future and to remember that I make decisions now.” His eyes glittered with glee as he proceeded with his threat. “If I decide your presence is no longer necessary in my halls, there will be no one above me to keep you here, no one to save you as I saved Aemond today.” Alicent’s mouth was dry, the confidence and assuredness her son displayed was foreign to her. “Make my wife cry again, dear Mother, and you'll be saying your prayers in Oldtown.” Aegon issued his own promise.
Alicent swallowed harshly, after a long moment she opened her mouth to speak, but Aegon lifted his hand to silence her. “Sleep well, Alicent.” He turned coldly from her and smiled at Heleana, who beamed up at him. Her innocent face was too lovely, he cupped her cheek and bid her a quiet, sweet goodnight before her cut his eyes once more to his mother and walked cooly away.
He could hear his wife's soft pants as he entered their room. Her pale skin sparkled like snow as she rolled her hips atop of Aemond’s lap. His little brother's large, sword calloused hands were clamped around her narrow hips, holding her in place as he languidly, sweetly pumped into her from below. Aegon swiped his tongue over his lower lip as he sat next to them on the bed. He smiled triumphantly and tucked a lock of her hair behind her back to expose her breasts, offering her a proud, lust filled “Good girl, Laney. Such a sweet girl”. Aemond huffed a breathy, blissful curse as she clenched around him in response to the King's praises.
Yes, Aegon affirmed to himself, he did quite enjoy watching.