The Godswood — Red Keep
Aemon
The godswood was dim beneath the evening sky.
The heart tree watched in pale silence as Aemon leaned back against its carved trunk, breath still uneven — not from battle, but from the council.
High Silver.
North.
A Gate waiting for him.
Footsteps approached softly over grass.
He did not turn.
"I heard," she said.
Only one voice in the Red Keep could unsettle him like that.
He turned slowly.
Daenerys Targaryen stood a few steps away, silver hair loose over her shoulders, violet eyes blazing brighter than dragonfire.
"You're leaving," she said.
"Yes."
She closed the distance between them without another word.
Her hands seized the front of his tunic and pulled him down into a kiss.
It was not soft.
It was fierce. Claiming.
He answered instantly, one hand sliding to her waist, the other rising to cup her jaw. He deepened it, tilting her head, tasting anger and longing and something dangerously close to fear.
She pressed closer, fingers curling into his hair.
Gods.
He pulled back just enough to breathe.
"Daenerys…"
"I don't know how long I can hold on to this," he murmured, voice rougher than he intended.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"It did not stop you," she said coolly, "from what you did with Arianne Martell that night."
The words struck harder than steel.
For a moment, the godswood faded.
He remembered.
Aegon's nameday tourney.
Wine flowing freely. Music echoing through the Red Keep.
Arianne — bold, confident, amused by the world.
A reckless night.
A mutual decision.
No promises.
No futures.
Just heat.
He looked back at Daenerys now.
"At that time," he said evenly, "you had not told me you cared."
She inhaled sharply.
"You never asked."
"I found you crying in your chambers," he said quietly. "That was when you finally told me."
Her jaw tightened.
"I did not have the courage then," she admitted. "And she… she bragged."
Aemon's brow lifted slightly.
"She told the to me and rheyns how skilled you were. How wonderful it was." Bitterness edged her voice. "I thought you would marry her."
He stepped closer again — slower this time.
"I am not the first man she has fooled around with," he said plainly. "Nor was I the last before her marriage was arranged."
Daenerys' eyes searched his face.
"It meant nothing?"
"It was a night," he answered. "Nothing more. We agreed it would remain private."
A faint, humorless smile touched his lips.
"She is married now. To your brother in Dorne. She has a son."
Daenerys' expression softened — but only slightly.
"i don't what happened to him one night with her and he said he would marry her like he found his long last love even after telling about her actions before he would not listen at all ," she said, stepping into him again, "enough of her com close '
He did.
Because with her, it was never a single night.
His hand slid along her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her side through silk. Not hurried. Not crude.
Intent.
"You are not her," he said quietly.
Her breath caught.
"You have never been… easy."
She almost smiled at that.
"Good," she whispered.
He lowered his mouth to hers again — slower now. Deeper. Not hunger this time, but heat carefully controlled.
Her hands moved across his chest, feeling the tension beneath skin that now carried High Silver strength.
"You always chase danger," she murmured against his lips.
"And it is not about danger thais time it is family ."
Her fingers slid along his collar, tugging him closer.
"Then come back," she said softly.
Not jealous now.
Not angry.
Just honest.
He rested his forehead against hers.
"I will."
The heart tree stood witness.
When they parted, it was not because desire had faded.
It was because duty called louder.
"You should go," she said quietly.
"So should you."
But neither moved for a long moment.
Finally, she stepped back — composed once more, princess again.
"If you die," she said lightly, though her eyes betrayed her, "I will be furious."
Aemon smirked faintly.
"Then I suppose I must survive."
She turned before he could see too much in her face.
And Aemon remained beneath the weirwood, the taste of her still on his lips, knowing—
The North would be easier to face than her
Sorry for the small chapter 😭
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