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She was doing it again. The same as last year. Lucerys was staring at him; watching him really. With that little smile on her pursed pink lips. Aemond’s fingernails dug into his palm as her cheeks reddened and she turned to Rhaena.
Rhaenyra and her children had the courtesy of still being outside, waiting to welcome them. Daemon held their youngest silver haired welp, silent, as Rhaenyra said her hello’s.
"It’s good to see you, my dear!" Viserys greeted Rhaenyra and kissed her cheeks. He placed a hand on her growing baby bump. Rhaenyra seemed to always be pregnant of late. "When will I meet my new grandchild? " Viserys gushed.
"Soon, father. Another moon yet." Rhaenyra answered warmly.
The king then turned to Daemon and the newest babe. "And look at this one! Little Aegon’s growing fiercely like his father!"
Aemond scoffed, rolling his eye. His royal father always seemed to have more life and vigor when he was going to meet with his favourite daughter.
After making the rounds from Alicent, to Otto to Aegon and Helaena, Rhaenyra greeted Aemond with a stiff hug and a sharp kiss on the cheek. "It’s good to see you, brother." She said regally as she looked up into the his face. "You’re growing quite tall and impressive." She gave him a grimacing smile. Rhaenyra turned to her and Daemon’s brood of children and said “Rhaena, Baela, Jace, Luke; escort your aunt and uncles to their quarters.”
Aemond’s eye lingered on Lucerys, his sword hand itched. Baela took Helaena by the arm. “Come cousin, you must tell us about your flight from King’s Landing.”
Jacaerys led them into the gaping dragon maw of the black stone castle, his hand on Aegon’s shoulder. As their steps echoed and Jace chattered to his siblings, Aemond listened to Rhaena and Lucerys whispering behind him. Aemond was sure he’d heard Lucerys whisper his name and giggle with Rhaena. He looked back at her with his one eye, and she was watching him, smirking.
It seemed his niece and cousins were making it a tradition to scandalize his mother with their dress every year. Lucerys wore a gold halter dress with flowing sleeves, the wide open neckline plunging from her collar bones to the bottom of her ribcage. Her ample breasts were on full display.
Aemond looked ahead and kept following his nephew and brother. Jace led them down a wing that was unfamiliar to Aemond.
"And this is where you will sleep, uncle!" Jace said sweepingly, stopping at a door and pushing it open.
Baela and Rhaena both pushed Helaena ahead of them to the room. “Come cousin, there should be plenty of space for you and the children here.”
Aemond had not even a chance to glance into the room, when he was roughly taken by the elbow by Lucerys, who guided him further down the hall. She felt warm even through his riding leathers.
"Kesan urnēptre ao naejot aōha tistālion, Qybor" I’ll show you to your rooms, uncle. She said to him in smooth Valyrian. Aemond allowed his niece to hold onto him a few paces, until he shook her off. "Lead the way." He snapped. Lucerys sauntered ahead of him with a shrug of her shoulders.
Aemond’s eye absolutely did not idle on the sway of his nieces hips as the golden dress clung to her. Her brown curls spilled down to her lower back.
"Not giving me the same dank rooms as usual?" Aemond jeered.
Luke did not answer his question. Instead, she answered with one of her own. "What was it like flying here on Vhagar?" Brown eyes shined as she looked back at him. "Did you have to circle around the sky as the ships tried to keep up with you?"
The question warmed some thing through Aemond’s chest. "I flew with Helaena so we had to go slow anyway. She always wanted to check on her children."
"I’ve always wanted to land my dragon on a ship." Lucerys said conversationally. She stopped in front of a door, heavy oaken wood. "Kesīr iksi!" Here we are!
Aemond glanced at her with his one good eye as he stepped past her.
The black-walled room was a wide open solar with a dining table, several armchairs, a lounge chair by a massive window, and a floor to ceiling bookshelf filled with volumes of different colours. Aemond leaned over the lounge chair by the window, looking down to the crashing waves on the black sand beach below.
"Se bisa iksis aōha ēdrure tistālion." And these are your sleeping chambers. Lucerys said to him. She was across the room, opening another door. She walked in ahead of him and waited for him to follow her.
Aemond did, stepping into the room to observe another desk, a thick feather bed with a thick red blanket, another wide-open window, a closet, a trunk, and all other appointments of a room designed for a royal or a dignitary.
He turned to see Lucerys close and lock his bedroom door behind her.
"Gaomagon ao hae ziry, Qybor?" Is it to your liking Uncle? Her dulcet Valyrian seemed to drop an octave. A teasing smile lit her face as she leaned against the door. "Nyke iderēptan ziry syt ao." I chose it for you.
Aemond had had enough of her little game. In three long strides he had Lucerys up against the door with his dagger to her neck.
"Sir mandia tala," Now niece, he menaced in his own rough Valyrian. "Skoro syt would emā aōla mērī lēda nyke?" Why would you lock yourself alone with me?
Though he gave her no space to move, to Lucerys' credit, she did not cower. She met his gaze with her wide brown eyes, her chest heaving against his.
"I’d like to make amends." She told him calmly in the common tongue, though her voice shook slightly.
Aemond slid the dagger slowly up from her throat to her cheek, pressing the point just under her left eye. "You’ve had ten years to make amends, and you only want to start now?"
"It’s what Grandfather would want. He plans these visits every year and I’d like to show him some progress."
Aemond’s lip curled. His fist flexed around the dagger’s hilt. "Oh so you can curry more favour from my father with the time he has left? He’ll die being content whether we see justice or not."
Lucerys eyes scanned his face. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his dagger wrist. Her fingers burned into his skin. He would cut her if he jerked away from her touch now.
"I am sorry for cutting out your eye, Aemond." Lucerys said softly. She didn’t look away from him. Her eyes filled with tears.
"You have the nerve to cry?" Aemond snarled, the blade point pricked her and Lucerys' eye twitched. Yet she stayed as still as she could. "Do you think your tears will take back what you’ve done?"
"I can’t restore your vision, but I would like to pursue some sort of kinship with you. We are family after all."
The spoiled cow had the unmitigated nerve! "We stopped being family the moment my father thought that hiding your bastardy was more important than his own maimed son."
"It was an accident!" Lucerys reasoned. Her hand squeezed Aemond’s wrist. "I only wanted to protect my brother. It was never my intention to disfigure you permanently!"
He stared at her soft face, cheeks turning red. A tear rolled from her eye. Aemond caught it with the thumb of his other hand. "No, you don’t get to cry." He hummed darkly. She dropped her hand from him pathetically. "You have a debt to pay."
With her other hand, Lucerys reached up to cup Aemond’s cheek, warm fingers brushing the scar below his eyepatch. Aemond sucked in a gasp.
"If I were to give you my eye, Daemon would take your other one with Dark Sister." Manipulative little bitch! "Is there no other way that I can come to know you?" Her voice was poisoned honey.
Aemond stared at her. His teeth clenched as he allowed his anger to fill him again. "Ao jaelagon naejot gīmigon nyke, gaomagon ao?" You wish to know me, do you? He dragged the dagger down to her exposed chest, held the edge of his blade against the swell. His other arm circled her waist.
Lucerys held her breath and nodded firmly. "There are other ways you can shed blood for me." He pushed the fabric of her dress to the side with the blade, exposing the edge of her pink nipple.
Lucerys squirmed, Aemond watched her face darken further red. "An eye for your maidenhead." Aemond purred, feeling himself harden in his breeches.
"Though I doubt you are still a maiden." He murmured, leaning down close to her, their noses inches apart.
Her face twisted up in embarrassed anger, Aemond could feel himself smiling back at her.
"You hate me so." She said softly.
"I do." Aemond answered sincerely.
He pushed the fabric to the side until her pink hardened nipple and creamy breast sprang free.
"Aemond!" Lucerys gasped, grasping his wrist again. Her whole body shook and Aemond pushed in closer, hoping she could feel the length of him against their belly.
"Do you truly think you’ll get satisfaction by ruining me?" She asked him in one last plea to get out of her payment. A dot of blood welled under her eye.
Aemond snarled, pushing himself away from her. "You’re just a craven, who will do anything to save your sniveling skin!"
Lucerys stood pinned to the door, watching him and breathing heavily. Her breast still exposed from her dress.
"Get out, niece." Aemond glared at her. She did not need to be told twice. Lucerys opened the door and darted out. She turned once to look back at Aemond but he slammed the door in her pouting face.