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Lucerys Velaryon, first of his name, second-born of Princess Rhaenerya Targaryen, and heir to the Tides of Driftmark, falls victim to that aching, scorching heat. Flames rush through his veins as fluids spill from his diluted cavern a day before his fifteenth name day.
His scent ripens to that of the sea, the smell of the salty ocean waters wafting towards whoever dares to get close, and you could almost hear the waves crashing against the sandy beaches as that sweet nectar of his floods his thighs and opening. It is the sweetest of things and also the most shameful. With this, there is no doubt.
The heir to Driftmark is an Omega.
Word does not dare spread, even throughout Dragonstone. Princess Rhaenerya silences every single mouth and snuffs out every word of the Prince's presentation. Not even a speck of rumor will float back towards King's Landing, of that she will make certain .
The young Prince's screams echo throughout the halls, cursing the Gods and damning his own biology to the seven hells. His fingers are rubbed raw as he mauls his own skin, trying to escape his own flesh but, only after being soothed by his mother does his fit of rage end and all that's left are tears. He mourns the loss of his freedom. Mourns the loss of his free will. Mourns the loss of his time in the skies.
("I'm going to be sold," Lucerys sobbed into his mother's lap, staining her midnight dress with his tears. "Like a broodmare."
"We will do no such thing, Lucerys," Rhaenerya, Princess, Queen, mother, consoles him, promises him. "No harm or humiliation shall befall you, my precious coral. Do you really believe so little of us? Of your family?"
Lucerys hiccups and hides his face in his mother's stomach, teeth clenching together painfully.
Rhaenerya brushes his soaked bangs from watery eyes.
"You are to be Lord of the Tides," She whispers soothingly in his ears, caressing her knuckles against his damp, feverish freckled cheeks. "It is your birthright , treasure. Nothing as simple as your presentation will change that.")
Flames lick at his skin and rush inside his veins. They tempt him and he rubs himself raw. The servants are told to not disturb the young prince, for he is at his most vulnerable .
Only mother and step-father, Rhaenerya and Daemon, visit. Mother brings sweets and cold cloth's to press against his sweltering temples and flaming red cheeks. Step-father carries towels and freezing cold water in a cup he empties within moments. They help Lucerys back underneath his covers, pressing soft kisses against his damp forehead before leaving him again. Alone.
Sleep evades him. Instead, his nights are filled with the feeling of raging flames caking his insides and a desire he cannot name taking over his very being .
His fingers venture, unable to help himself. Lucerys shoves his face into his pillow to muffle his noises of sinful pleasure, to hide his shame and heated cheeks as he attempts to snuff out the fires that scorch his insides.
It does little to help.
A week is all he can possibly take. By the sixth sunrise, Lucerys can feel those flames slowly extinguish from inside him. They leave him drenched in sweat, pale, and shivering from malnourishment as he could hardly keep anything down.
But, it is over, at the very least. It is over and mother comes to clean him up herself, still forbidding anyone but herself and step-father to enter his chambers.
"Oh, you poor dear," She whispers softly as she runs her fingers through his soaked hair, washing it with cool water that is a relief for Lucerys. "My treasure. I'm so proud of you. You did so well."
Lucerys doesn't feel very proud. Doesn't feel accomplished in the slightest.
("You'll die screaming in flames just as your father did," The silver prince spats. "Bastards.")
All he feels is shame.
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The ocean was never of much comfort for Lucerys.
Despite being named heir to Driftmark, he has never interacted with the sea very much, instead choosing to fly above it, floating on top those blue colored waters and flying in the clouds that rest in the sky.
But, soaring above that glistening body of water does put him at ease in a way.
Arrax rumbles underneath him, wings fluttering as they glide in the air. Lucerys basks in the sun beaming down upon him, the heat of summer warming his body as cold winds rush past his cheeks and through his hair.
Beside him, a yard or so away, Vermax roars and he can hear Jacaerys's laughter echo.
Lucerys smiles.
Up ahead, lay King's Landing.
Lucerys swallowed thickly as Arrax leaned to the side, following alongside Vermax as the elder dragon led them towards the Pit, flying over a chunk of the city below. He can hear people oohing and awing at the sight of the mystical beasts and smiles.
He would probably not speak of it out loud but he had missed King's Landing. Dragonstone, at times, left him feeling so utterly lonely.
It isn't long before the two brothers say goodbye to their dragons for the evening and the rest of their family arrives in King's Landing by boat. They meet back up with Mother and step-father and are led into the castle without proper greeting from the other half of their kin.
Lucerys doesn't know if it's a blessing-
("They're calling out the legitimacy of Lucerys's birth and in turn my claim to the Iron Throne.")
Or a curse.
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The courtyard is lively, the sounds of metal clashing together reverberates throughout the training grounds and both Lucerys and Jacaerys scan the perimeter.
It's a lot different than what they remember. As is the inside of the castle, tapestries painted green. The color of Hightower.
He is also here. Dressed in armor.
Lucerys can't peel his eyes away, watching as the silver prince moves. Graceful and flexible as he dodges all of Ser Criston's attack, his dagger twirling between two strong fingers.
Then, that scent slams into him like water crashing onto a beach.
Alpha.
Aemond dodges another attack and swings, striking Ser Criston's mace from his hands and immediately pointing his dagger at his neck. The knight holds up his hands and surrenders. Around them, applause rings throughout the courtyard and Lucerys swallows.
It's then that, finally, after staring for so long, Aemond turns around and comes face to face with both siblings.
It's eerily silent for a few moments before he grins.
"Nephews," He addresses them both but his gaze is solely fixed on Lucerys. "Come to train?"
Aemond Targaryen stinks of ash and flame.
(It's absolutely divine.)
It's then that, Lucerys realizes, he has not seen his Uncle in so long, about a year since Aegon and Helaena's royal wedding. With that, it's safe to say he's filled out, as one does with age. His silver hair has grown and now splays out along his shoulders and middle back. He looks quite dashing, if Lucerys is being honest with himself.
But, the agonizing looking scar that's been carved along the middle of his left eye never fails to makes Lucerys grimace with guilt and shame.
Worst of all, Lucerys can feel his one-eyed stare searing into the side of his head. Inside, his Omega fizzles with anxiety. Lucerys ignores it, attempting to snuff it out as he raises his head and stands tall beside his mother, step-father, and elder brother.
He mustn't show weakness here, not in the presence of vipers .
Of course, before either of them can reply, the sounds of trumpets echo and the courtyard doors come bursting open followed by horses and men flowing inside.
"Behold! Lord Vaemond Velaryon!"
Lucerys inhales sharply and beside him, Jacaerys reaches for his hand and squeezes tightly.
Then, they were off, headed for the throne room.
Lucerys could ponder over the thought of his uncle another time.
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His birthright has been stolen from him before he's even managed to acquire it, it seems.
Otto Hightower sits the throne as though it belonged to him . He stares down his mother as though he hopes to smite her where she stands. Lucerys feels an overwhelming fit of anger rush through him and he only hopes no one can sense it.
Jacaerys and mother both take places beside him, mother holding onto his hand and intertwining their fingers in a show of comfort that makes Lucerys's shoulders relax just the slightest bit.
Next to them, step-father stands, posture relaxed but all the more deadly. He holds onto Dark Sister, hands resting a top the pointed handle as his scent pours throughout the room making those near them wrinkle their noses.
Stay away, the alpha inside him oozes. No harm will come to my mate nor our children. Stay away.
Across the throne room, the Hightower's stand primitive and tall. Aegon, Haelena, Alicent, and Aemond all side by side together. The Queen does not dare meet his mother's eyes nor does she even spare them a glance. For some reason, it makes Lucerys angry.
First, she makes her mother flee her home, then she dares to attempt to swipe Lucerys and his mother's birthrights right underneath their thumbs and cannot even work up the courage to look at them?
He feels only hate for Alicent Hightower. Nothing more and nothing less.
"Princess," Otto Hightower addresses his mother, raising a hand. "You may now present your case for your son, Lucerys Velaryon."
Lucerys honestly doesn't know who's more nervous, him or his mother.
But, she walks up in front of that crowd with her head held high and determination burning in her eyes. It is then that Lucerys knows, no matter the outcome of this trial, his mother will have won the moral victory.
"First off," Mother begins, voice strained and Lucerys bows his head to stare at the floor. "I would like to remind the court of the oath that was made in this very room over twenty years ago and-"
"His Majesty! King Viserys Targaryen!"
Those double doors burst open.
Everyone in the throne room whirls around and mother's eyes widen, her lips parting as the crowd begins to part for the King. Lucerys smiles.
Grandsire.
"First of his name!" The commander of the Kings guard continues. "King of the Andels and the Rhaenor and the First Men! Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm!"
Lucerys feels his body slump with relief at the sight of the king, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name and Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Even with his form slumped over, half of his face covered in a gold plate, and walking shakily with a cane, the entire courtroom holds their breath and their eyes marvel at the sight of him.
Then, Grandsire takes his rightful place on the Iron Throne, overlooking his subjects as they await his orders and Lucerys smiles.
"I must admit I am confused," Viserys Targaryen pants, staring all of them down. "I don't understand why offerings are being made over an already settled succession? Lucerys Velaryon is the heir to Driftmark and that does not change unless Coryls Velaryon says otherwise and the only one who could attest to his word is the Princess Rheanys."
At the mention of her name, his grandmother straightens her spine and nods, staring up at the king with a hesitant and somber expression.
"Yes," She croaks, stepping up before the crowd.
Mother watches with bated breath, pursing her lips as she squeezes his hand tightly and Lucerys returns the sentiment in kind.
Rheanys pauses for a moment before clearing her throat and continuing.
"My late husband, Lord Coryls Velaryon," She says, hands intertwined in front of her. "Wished for his succession to be passed through Ser Laenor, and then to his trueborn son, Lucerys Velaryon."
Lucerys can tell mother holds in the loudest of sighs in relief.
A few feet away from his grandmother, Vaemond Velaryon growls.
Viserys nods, satisfied. "Well, there we are," He waves a hand. "I hereby reaffirm Lucerys Velaryon, my trueborn grandson-"
Their eyes meet and Lucerys blinks in surprise as Grandsire smiles.
"My daughter and I's pride and joy," He continues wistfully and Lucerys feels his heart swell at the proclamation. "Will inherit the throne as the future ruler of Driftmark, and future Lord of the Tides!"
Mother smiles wide and turns to him, her face bright with happiness and relief and Lucerys finds himself returning the same sentiment as he nods to her.
She squeezes his hand once again and, once more, he squeezes back .
The King's word is law. No one dares speak out of turn and against it.
No one, but-
"No."
Vaemond Velaryon bristles, eyes sharper than Velaryon steel as he addresses the king. A snarl-like noise escapes his lips, scent turning sour and Lucerys grimaces at the smell.
"I will not allow this," He continues, stalking closer and ever so closer to the throne slowly. "This is a farce."
Grandsire blinks lazily, as though he did not understand. " Allow ?" He breathes. "I'd watch your tone, second son."
Vaemond does not back down, refuses too.
"This supposed heir is an Omega ," He spits like venom and Lucerys flinches as though he were burnt .
Around them, the crowd makes exclamations of shock and horror.
Lucerys trembles.
His worst nightmare was now a reality.
The prince? An Omega? Say it isn't so! He cannot be named heir to Driftmark, it would be an insult to all of Valyria!
(How had he known? Who found out? How did this happen?)
Mother holds him and her scent sweetens, trying to bring comfort to her son without words.
"Named heir or not, I refuse to stand for this. You are breaking hundreds of years of tradition," Vaemond continues and whirls to glare at Lucerys who is immediately shielded by his brother. Jacerys snarls like an animal about to be let loose, eyes brimming with fire. Vaemond frowns. "You can run your house as you see fit. But, I will not allow you to dishonor mine by allowing this ba -"
He holds his tongue and is allowed to breathe for a few moments longer.
Lucerys feels his stomach drop.
The whole courtroom waits with bated breath, almost as if they were begging; do it. Reveal the lies the Princess has swept behind closed doors. Expose her truths and bring them to light.
Daemon, step-father, alpha, comes to their aid, a pillar for the family to cling to. He has both hands gripping the handle of his blade, knuckles white as though he's attempting to hold himself back, as though that handle is the only thing holding him back.
"Say it," He breathes, silver tongue hissing.
Vaemond raises his chin and he smiles bitterly. "...her children," He begins, voice soft as though he were addressing a pup.
But then-
Rage fills his very core.
"-are bastards!" He bellows and the castle shakes with his very proclamation. "And she, as well as her omegan second son -"
He turns to the King, glaring into his eyes.
"Are both whores."
Outrage explodes inside of the courtroom, gasps and exclamations of shock echo throughout the crowd and Lucerys holds back a whimper. He clutches his brother's hand, squeezing so tightly he fears for a moment he will rip his digits from his palm.
Jacerys holds him through it before pulling their mother close, growling as he attempts to shield them both from Vaemond's piercing gaze. As though he were afraid looks could kill.
Lucerys bows his head, eyes squeezing shut.
Bastards. Bastards. Bastards.
Whore. Omega. Whore. Omega. Whore!
Grandsire snarls, even in his old age and poor health, his scent immediately sours and he unsheathes his blade, hissing; "I…will have your tongue for that-"
Chop.
His dismembered head splatters onto the courtroom floor, the rest of his body slumping to the ground with a heavy thump and the smell of blood fills Lucerys's senses. He hisses sharply as more gasps and screams come from all directions.
Jacerys shields him even further, hiding his face in the crook of his neck and Lucerys squeezes his eyes shut tightly, willing his instincts to settle.
Bastards. Bastards. Bastards.
("-are bastards!" )
Whore. Whore. Whore.
("...are both whores.")
Daemon, step-father, alpha, stands behind the beheaded Vaemond Velaryon with an edge to his sharp, piercing gaze, sword planted firmly onto the bloodied concrete floor.
"He can keep his tongue."
Lucerys shudders.
"For I have his head."
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Sweat clings onto the skin of his forehead underneath his bangs.
The house servants all circle him, combing his hair, cleaning up his face, and dressing him in proper Targaryen attire. For dinner is to be served within the hour and he must look his best.
How long has it been since the House of the Dragon, now divided, has all thoroughly enjoyed each other's company? Lucerys cannot recall even if there was ever such a moment to begin with. After all, the Queen did not favor him nor his brothers much.
("Father," Aegon breathes. " Everyone knows. Just look at them.")
Lucerys squints as one of the handmaidens cups his cheek and turns his head, gently brushing blush underneath his eyes and across his freckled nose. He holds in a sneeze, sniffling sharply.
("This supposed heir is an Omega." )
Per Omegan Hightower tradition, he is dressed in a simple boyish gown. Soft blue and black jewels cascading down the sides of fabric that splay out in two different directions at his hips, leaving his covered legs free to move. Long sleeves cover his freckled arms and his collarbones are hidden by more scaly fabric. He is dressed to match his mother, as both of them are omegas and, it is impolite to leave skin freely bare, at least, in the eyes of one Alicent and Otto Hightower.
("Just for tonight, coral," Mother promises, kissing his forehead as he is led inside the changing rooms. Tears streaks his cheeks and she wipes them away, smiling gently. "Just pretend for tonight.")
Lucerys pities Heleana. What torture it must be, to be an Omega inside King's Landing castle.
A servant moves to fiddle with his hair but Lucerys grabs her wrist before she can even graze a single lock. She twitches at the action and he shakes his head. "You need not touch my hair. I can brush it myself."
"Ah, my prince," The woman murmurs as he releases her. "Apologizes but, the lady Queen has demanded for your hair to be braided, as per Hightower omegan tradition."
Lucerys swallows any curse that threatens to leave his mouth, electing to inhale deeply before exhaling ever so slowly.
Count to ten, count to ten…
The brunettes licks his lips and forces a smile. "There will be no need for that," He breathes heavily. "Tell the lady Queen that I refuse."
The servants all look taken aback but Lucerys merely dusts off his gown and stalks out the doors.
The lady Queen can eat horse manure for all he cares. His patience has been tested one too many times in the past several days and he refuses to be dolled up like some sort of preppy little princess who needs to be coddled and put on display for hungry eyes. He is not some common omegan whore.
("...are both whores." )
Lucerys bites his lip so hard he tastes metal and iron, grimacing as he makes his way down the hall, passing by a row of guards who bow before him.
He pays them no mind.
The brunette turns down another lengthy hallway, his steps echo throughout the corridor until finally he stops in front of his mother's chambers and two knights stand guard, stationed at either side of her bedroom doors.
They nod to him and one of them knocks politely on the door. "Princess, the prince, Lucerys Velaryon is here."
His mother replies within moments. "Ah. Let him enter, please."
As per her request, they grab both handles of the door and open them wide, allowing Lucerys to enter before they shut it behind him softly, leaving the pair alone.
Lucerys glances up at his mother and he blinks rapidly, taking in the sight of her.
The Realm's Delight , was the title the country had given to Rhaenerya Targaryen. She was a treasured jewel amongst the common folk that adored her in her youth and even now, years later, as an adult.
He always knew his mother was beautiful. But, sometimes, in just the right amount of lighting, she positively glowed.
Rhaenerya was dressed in a gorgeous midnight black gown, similar to Lucerys's own with red and gold jewels sprinkled along her breasts and down the ends of her dress. More rose colored fabric intertwining with Targaryen gold that cascaded down her sides and edges of her long train. Two identical braids of hair met in the middle and twisted together while the rest of her gorgeous snow white locks lay spread across her shoulders as a gorgeous black jeweled necklace rested against her collar next to Daemon's mating bite.
She turns to him, beaming as soon as her eyes scan his dressed form.
"Lucerys," Mother breathes, walking towards him and holding her arms out. "Sweet boy, you look stunning. I know this isn't normally how you dress but, you really do look gorgeous."
Lucerys flushes, freckles darkening as his cheeks sweeten in color and he hums as mother kisses his temple. "Thank you, mother," He responds. "You look beautiful, as well."
She smiles and brushes his bangs from his eyes until she blinks and notices. "You didn't allow them to braid your hair, dearest?"
Lucerys shakes his head. "...it's as you said, I am not used to dressing as…a supposed Omega would," He replies gently, biting the inside of his lip and he knows mother would berate him if she were to catch him still stuck in the rather bad habit that it was. "It's just…unsavory, to me. Too formal, too stiff ."
Rhaenerya chuckles at that and nods in agreement. "Yes, it is rather a small annoyance, I must admit," She tells him and brushes off some dust from his shoulders. "But, in order to maintain appearances and appeal to the masses, we must dress in the appropriate manner according to the-the Queen."
She stumbles over the word but Lucerys does not fault her for it.
Instead, he gives her a small smile that she returns tenfold, kissing his freckled button nose until she leads him out of her chambers, the entrance parting for them as they make their way down the hall and towards the dining room where Grandsire has ordered them all to be summoned for a magnificent feast.
They enter the dining hall arms looped, side by side and the commander of the Kings guard announces their arrival.
"The princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and her son, the prince Lucerys Velaryon!"
The Queen and her children are all already stationed in their appropriate seats, settled on one side of the long table and Jacaerys is seated right next to Aegon, all of them watching them as they make their way towards the table.
Lucerys swallows thickly, sensing someone's menacing gaze. He glances over to his right and immediately flinches as his sea-blue orbs meet that one, intimating, piercing silver eye.
Aemond Targaryen stares him down like a predator stalking and tailing its prey.
Lucerys feels similar to that of the sheep and goats they feed dragons such as Vhagar, Syrax, and Ceraxes-tiny, helpless, and feeble. He shakes slightly as he takes a seat in his chair, choosing to instead stare at his empty plate that is soon to be filled instead of meeting his uncle's gaze.
It isn't long before finally, after step-father and Otto Hightower enter, does the King make his appearance.
He's settled in between mother and the Queen, smiling down at them until finally, he begins to speak, voice weak and rough as he addresses them all.
Lucerys feels himself shiver.
Aemond still refuses to remove his eye from his form.
"The House of the Dragon cannot stand if it remains divided," Grandsire wheezes. "If we continue to let petty arguments pin us against each other, the realm will fall apart. That cannot happen. You all must know this."
Lucerys eyes wander, he cannot help it. He feels restless, one of his legs bouncing repeatedly underneath the table and his gown. He's been on edge ever since he arrived back in King's Landing and, all he wants now is to go back to his chambers and perhaps forget this day occurred all together.
("This supposed heir is an Omega.")
He bites his lip and wills the memory to fade away.
But, suddenly, Grandsire's voice wafts in his ears again and he blinks.
"And…Omega or not," Viserys whispers and Lucerys's eyes widen, jerking up to stare at his grandsire who meets his gaze, smiling widely at his grandson. "It does not matter. It is not about presentation, but the heart. I couldn't imagine anyone more fit to be the heir of Driftmark. Lucerys, I know that you will make your mother and I very proud."
Oh.
Oh.
Lucerys feels his eyes water and he immediately wipes them away, a smile he could not hide even if he wished for it forming on his lips as his mother coos to him. Jacaerys whoops and claps, a bright grin on his face and step-father nods in approval.
He feels his heart swell and his hands clenched together on his lap.
"To Lucerys Velaryon!" Viserys shouts, attempting to raise his cup. "My grandson and heir to Driftmark! The future Lord of the Tides!"
"Here, here!" Step-father adds with just as much vigor, a wide smile across his face and Mother chuckles at his enthusiastic display of support, rubbing his shoulder as Daemon leans over to kiss her cheek.
Lucerys flushes as the rest of the table raises their cups to him, not used to everyone's attention being settled on him. Sure, he was a prince but Jacaerys was the firstborn and presented as an Alpha . He would be the future King of the Seven Kingdoms while Lucerys was merely the second born. Normally, he was overshadowed by his elder brother, not that he minded. Lucerys preferred being cast in the dark while Jacaerys was fawned over by the courts.
But…he supposed it wasn't so bad once in a while.
Grandsire then chuckles, wheezing slightly before he waves a hand. "We need some music here, now! This is a momentous occasion! Hurry! Play!"
The musicians behind the table immediately obey and the sound of a violin echoes throughout the dining hall.
Gentle, upbeat tunes thrum in his ears and Lucerys's eyes flutter as he swallows down a swig of red wine. The Gods know he needs it after the shit show that had been the last several days. His head felt like it wanted to absolutely explode.
Thankfully, after many sips of his wine, does his mind seem to settle and he feels a little buzz strumming throughout his veins, a comfort. He's not drunk, no, just slightly buzzed.
He licks his lips and sighs.
(Across the table, Aemond clenches his fist tightly on the wood, a growl threatening to spill from his throat as he watches his nephew lick his cherry wine stained lips. His alpha roars in want. Fuck, his little nephew shouldn't be doing that in front of him. He really shouldn't-)
But, Lucerys is not nearly out of it enough to not notice his uncle slamming his fist into the table, violent enough to rattle the table wear, food, and candles adorning the wooden surface.
The room goes silent, that gentle music fading.
The Queen seems slightly panicked, her mouth opening to seemingly address her son but-
Aemond rises from his chair and walks towards him.
Immediately, Lucerys is tense.
Oh gods, this was it. Aemond was going to attack him and demand for an eye in compensation for the one he ripped out when they were children. Was he really going to? Right here? Right now? In front of all their family? Did he really think he was going to get away with it? Especially with step-father here?
But, Aemond leaves him shocked as he stops in front of him, bows down just a touch and raises an arm to him.
Lucerys opens his mouth to say something but-
A hand is held out in front of him and he's left stunned.
Aemond tilts his head.
"May I have this dance, my prince?"
He-
Oh.
Lucerys blinks dumbly at the palm in front of him, heart stuttering.
It's almost as though the entire dining hall freezes, all gazes tracing back to the duo and Lucerys sweat drops. Mother is immediately on edge as she twitches in her seat, step-father narrows his eyes at them, and grandsire raises his head.
He can hear the hushed snarls of Jacaerys across the dining room.
Aemond's lips quirk as his nephew practically stumbles over his words, sea-blue orbs blinking rapidly as he seems to not really know how to respond.
"A simple yes, will suffice, nephew," He interrupts softly and Lucerys bites his lip.
Fuck , he shouldn't do that in front of Aemond.
(Not unless he wanted to be taken right here, right now , and-)
"...yes."
Tiny, tan fingers graze Aemond's palm and the prince blinks back into reality as Lucerys slides his hand into the elders' own. Aemond immediately inhales sharply and squeezes, tugging him forward and Lucerys yelps softly at the unexpected action.
As soon as he releases him, Lucerys huffs and regains his composure, brushing off his gown as he stands to his full height.
They both take their respective dancing positions and then, the music changes and they begin.
The duo circles each other and Lucerys eyes his uncle warily. He doesn't know what Aemond would get out of dancing with him but, whatever it is, Lucerys wants no part in it.
(But, gods is he handsome. )
They step closer to one another, closer still until their mere noses are a mere few inches from the others. Lucerys blinks and has to glance away, cheeks burning and Aemond licks his lips. The brunettes nose twitches slightly.
(He smells good too.)
"You look ravishing, nephew," Aemond whispers, as though it were a secret only meant for the two of them. "My servants had you dressed to perfection." At that, Lucerys jerks his head towards him, brows furrowing.
" Your servants?" He asks and his uncle huffs another laugh. Lucerys frowns, face flaming red.
"Why yes," Aemond swiftly responds as they continue to circle each other, as though it was a rather obvious assumption. "Mother requested that you were to be dressed to that befitting of your presentation. So, I employed my servants to dress you for her, with a few requests from me, of course. They certainly did not disappoint."
Lucerys almost growls at that but, instead, his stomach twirls and he twitches at the feeling. His Uncle raises a brow and merely smiles.
"I see you decided against braiding your hair," He continues as their arms switched positions, raised and grazing each other as their hands pressed together while they continued to dance in a small circle. "A shame. It would've looked quite beautiful."
"How kind of you to say, uncle," Lucerys narrows his eyes. "But, unfortunately I do not find joy in dressing in ways per Hightower tradition."
The silver prince grins sharply, teeth and all as he meets Lucerys's eyes, their dance continuing.
Lucerys doesn't know what his uncle is planning-because he is planning something, of that, Lucerys is most certain. Aemond didn't seem like the type to go out of his way to be generous or kind to another without cause. Perhaps when they were children but, he doubts that after he had ripped his eye from his socket, does Aemond hold any love in his heart for him. He cannot find himself to blame him, either.
Suddenly, the music changes to a livlier beat and Lucerys inhales sharply once more as Aemond swiftly grasps him by the waist and pulls him forward, using his free hand to intertwine their fingers as they bump into each other lightly.
He cannot bear to glance over at his mother or the rest of his family, certain his face is burning hotter than Vhagar's dragon fire and he hears Aegon whistle before the Queen hisses at him but, Lucerys does not dare look towards them.
"Ignore that fool," Aemond suddenly demands and Lucerys whirls up to meet his intense gaze. Even with only one eye, Aemond never fails to make goosebumps shoot up his spine whenever their orbs meet. "Focus on me."
When Aemond stares at him like that, Lucerys thinks, he can't imagine he could ever glance away even if he wished for it.
The young Velaryon prince flushes deeply as Aemond sways him into a simple waltz, guiding him with a strong hand as their fingers lock, the elder Targaryen's thumb grazing his knuckles softly.
Lucerys's lashes flutter and swipes his tongue over his lip nervously. He has been doing that a lot lately.
Aemond squeezes him suddenly and the younger prince glances up at him and finds his uncle's single eye transfixed on his face. But, he is not meeting his ocean colored orbs, no, instead, he is looking farther down…
Lucerys's lips part in surprise and Aemond's eye flickers up to him.
He-he was-his mouth-?
(Aemond didn't know how he was keeping his composure. He was as high strung as the strings tied to the violins echoing around them and he was certain his precious little nephew had no idea of what he was doing to him. Simply couldn't. Lucerys was not like Aegon nor himself, he was sheltered and innocent.
…perhaps he had never even once touched himself either. No one else has, that was for certain. But, had his tiny fingers ever wandered, exploring his body during heat?
He wonders how soft, wet, and how tight pure little Lucerys Velaryon is.
Gods, how Aemond wonders.)
Lucerys's heart pounds, ringing inside of his skull the closer their faces seem to get. Their feet continue to move without stopping, perfectly in sync and it's almost as if the world around them has faded into nothingness.
He's so distracted that he does not take notice of Jacaerys jerking out of his seat at the dining table, nor does he hear the loud exclamation his mother shouts as his brother whirls towards them.
Lucerys exhales shakily, hypnotized by Aemond as they lean closer and closer and-
Lucerys yelps as he's tugged out of Aemond's arms, stumbling and almost tripping over himself as Jacaerys pulls him behind him and away from the elder alpha.
Immediately, Jacaerys is snarling and Aemond returns the sentiment, a growl tearing from the elder Targaryen's throat as they glare each other down, eyes burning with a blaze so bright that Lucerys can't help but gape in absolute shock.
" Aemond !" The Queen shouts, racing towards them.
" Jace !" Mother gasps and follows.
Jacaerys squeezes him close, attempting to keep him out of Aemond's sight but his uncle's eye always manages to make its way back to Lucerys. Every time, Lucerys knows.
"You stay away from him , you viper," Jacaerys spits at him, scent so sour and rotten that Lucerys wants to gag. "I saw what you were trying to do. You freak!"
Aemond does not heed his insults, merely pauses for a moment before he huffs and his lips quirk.
"And, what could I possibly mean to do to my precious little nephew, hm?" Aemond tilts his head, staring daggers into Lucerys. "I think you've just had too much to drink tonight…perhaps you should go rest for the evening? As you saw, we were merely dancing , were we not? Why is there a need for commotion?"
Jacaerys roars and lunges for him.
" Jace !" Lucerys exclaims and jerks to pull him back but, Jacaerys was always much stronger and faster than he was, easily dodging his fumbling hands. "Jacaerys, stop!"
The two alphas snarl in their fit of rage, fists flying and Lucerys panics.
Guards are immediately scrambling for the two princes, trying to rip them apart but the two beasts refuse. Jacaerys has a hold of Aemond's neck and Aemond has a harsh grip on his brother's hair, looking as though he were moments away from merely tearing it out.
Lucerys stands there as everyone else around him races to untangle the duo from their deadly duel. He feels as though he's an outsider witnessing it all, unable to do anything but hopelessly spectate.
("You stay away from him, you viper ," Jacaerys spits at him, scent so sour and rotten that Lucerys wants to gag. "I saw what you were trying to do. You freak!")
The brunette swallows thickly and a bead of sweat drops down his forehead as the chaos unfolds.
Until-
" Enough !"
A powerful alpha command reverberates throughout the dining hall and everyone inside freezes almost immediately.
Lucerys's heart pounds loudly and he's fearful that everyone can hear it.
Daemon Targaryen, step-father, all powerful alpha stalks towards the two princes, face absolutely enraged as the guards clear a path for him. Jacaerys twitches as he makes his way over to them and he slightly loosens his grip, eyes downcast.
Aemond, however, stands firm and tall, eye not tearing away for a second.
Lucerys bites the inside of his lip.
Daemon shoves Aemond and Jacaerys off one another, the two younger alphas jerking as the eldest prince glowers at them and his anger is written all over his features.
"You will cease this at once ," He rips into the two of them, dark orbs piercing. "You two are acting like pups. What kind of petty fools start a fist fight in front of the King ? I should have you both fucking whipped for this."
That's when Aemond flinches and he glances behind Daemon to find Viserys's eye. His father is crumpled over the table, shaking his head as though he doesn't know what to do with himself.
(He feels a slight pang of guilt at the sight.)
Daemon then whirls to Jacaerys who twitches and bows his head in submission to the obviously stronger alpha. "You. To your chambers. Now."
There is no room for argument and Jacaerys merely hesitates for a moment before turning and making his way towards the exit of the dining room. The guards open the door for him and he's gone, leaving Lucerys.
Then, Daemon turns to Aemond who glares right back. The elder prince huffs and leans close until the tip of their noses graze each other.
"If I catch you trying to seduce my wife's son and attempt to caress him like that in front of her again," He says low and deep in his throat, too quiet for anyone else but the two of them to hear. Even Lucerys does not catch it all. "I will have your other eye removed without hesitation . Is that understood?"
Aemond frowns but makes no indication he's going to argue as he merely glances away and exhales sharply.
Daemon seems satisfied.
It's then that he turns back to Lucerys who jerks and blinks rapidly as step-father gently pets his head of hair, long fingers caressing his chocolate locks and Lucerys's eyes flutter, a soft purr escaping his lips.
Mother comes racing to his side, fawning over him and checking him over to make sure he wasn't injured in any way.
"You should go to your chambers as well, my sweet," Mother tells him and kisses his forehead. "It's late. I don't want you to be exhausted come morning and you've had a long few days…some rest will do you some good."
"Yes, mother," He immediately obeys, nodding at her and step-father comes to his side.
"I shall make sure he's safely guarded for the night," He promises and mother smiles up at him with a dreamy expression that step-father returns in kind. Lucerys feels his lips quirk before he is whisked out of the dining hall.
But, at the last second, Lucerys glances behind him and his eyes widen.
Aemond is staring at him, even with Haelena, his aunt, and the Queen checking him over ceaselessly. Their orbs meet and Lucerys feels a violent bolt of lightning shoot up his spine.
Then, the door closes behind him and he's led down the hall back to his chambers and it isn't until he's alone that he finally breathes.
He slams the door to his bedroom shut and slides down onto the floor, hiding his face in his knees.
Gods be good… he whimpers.
Lucerys bites his lip until he tastes blood.
It's then that–he feels it.
Liquid seeps from him, staining his undergarments and Lucerys freezes in place, heart stuttering in his chest at the unnatural feeling.
He's–that's never–only during his heat– !
He's–
He's slicking.
Lucerys slaps a hand over his mouth and his face erupts in red flames.
Oh gods. Oh gods–
("Nephews," He addresses them both but his gaze is solely fixed on Lucerys. "Come to train?")
("May I have this dance, my prince?")
("You look ravishing, nephew," Aemond whispers, as though it were a secret only meant for the two of them. "My servants had you dressed to perfection.")
("Ignore that fool," Aemond suddenly demands and Lucerys whirls up to meet his intense gaze. Even with only one eye, Aemond never fails to make goosebumps shoot up his spine whenever their orbs meet. "Focus on me." )
Lucerys whimpers as more slick dribbles from his soaked cavern and he can't stop himself from shoving his fingers over his crotch.
This was not how his return to King's Landing was supposed to go.
(He remembers the way Aemond had glanced at his lips as though he wished to taste them. Remembers the snarls and protective scent that had poured from his uncle's scent glands as soon as he was ripped away from him. Remembers it all- )
Lucerys once again hides his flaming cheeks and features in his knees and curls in on himself, attempting to regain control of his body.
But, he knows it's no use. Not anymore.
("You look ravishing, nephew.")
He's absolutely, ten thousand percent, fucking fucked.
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"What in the seven hells was that last evening?"
Lucerys huffs, swiftly making his way down the hall as Jacaerys catches up to him, his cape bustling behind him with the Targaryen symbol imprinted onto the fabric.
Jacaerys huffs as Lucerys purposefully ignores him, the brothers striding out to the watchtowers near the lining of the training courtyard, footsteps syncing as they both stalk the outer hall.
("Nephews," He addresses them both but his gaze is solely fixed on Lucerys. "Come to train?")
"Our uncle wanted to dance," Lucerys responds, refusing to look at his brother. "It was just one dance. Is that so bad?"
"It is when it's Aemond," Jacaerys hisses sharply and grabs him by his wrist, making Lucerys grunt. "Lucerys, would you please just explain it to me? He gazed at you as though- '' He sputters for a moment, his cheeks flushing and Lucerys's eyes narrow. Jacaerys sighs, whispering; "As though he wanted to eat you and not in the way you think."
Lucerys grits his teeth and tugs his wrist from the elder Velaryon's grip, huffing as he whirls around and races down the hall, feet clicking loudly against the stone floors. Jacaerys groans and races after him, reaching out.
" Lucerys ," His brother grounds out and grabs him by the wrist once again, and it makes Lucerys twitch and turn to glare at his older brother.
"Jacerys, would you please just-"
"I merely wish to protect you," His elder sibling tells him, eyes brimming with a protective blaze. "And, before you reply, yes, I'm aware that you can protect yourself but, Aemond is different, Luke. He is like a snake, strikes when you are most vulnerable. I can feel it."
("You look ravishing , nephew," Aemond whispers, as though it were a secret only meant for the two of them. "My servants had you dressed to perfection.")
Lucerys does not respond, for he knows his brother to be correct. Aemond was a viper, attacking when you least expect. Lucerys is no fool.
But, if his uncle aimed to hurt him in some way, why would he treat Lucerys as kind as he had been ever since he arrived? He assumed Aemond would attempt to call them out as he did in their youth, insult them and claim them bastards.
("You'll die screaming in flames just as your father did," The silver prince spats. "Bastards.")
("Father," Aegon breathes. " Everyone knows. Just look at them.")
("Her children…are bastards!" )
Lucerys feels his brows twitch and his stomach churns. Those moments are for sure to permanently nest inside his mind, permanently staining the inside of his head for the rest of his life. Those moments…were not happy ones.
Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
("Bastards.")
"Ah, there you are."
Both brothers twitch and whirl around, and Lucerys's eyes widen a fraction of a touch.
Aemond.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, step-father had told them once.
Jacaerys immediately bristles at the sight of the silver prince, hair sticking on his ends as his scent sours. Lucerys winces at it, holding in a whine as his brother attempts to shield him from the elder alpha.
Aemond does not seem deterred as he continues to make his way over to them. He simply hums.
"Nephew," He addresses, staring at Lucerys as he side-steps Jacaerys who hisses, ignoring him as though he were merely a mirage. "Join me for a moment, will you?"
The brunette blinks thrice as Aemond tilts a head to him and begins to walk past him, leaving Lucerys with a split seconds decision. The brunette sputters, looking back and forth between him and his elder brother before huffing and racing after the silver prince.
Jacaerys calls out to him but, Lucerys will not run away like a coward. He knows his uncle is up to something but he would not dare attempt to harm him as long as his mother resides in King's Landing.
He hopes.
Lucerys races down the steps and into the courtyard, minding the knights that move out of his way, bowing before him but he ignores them largely and instead races to catch up with Aemond. Where they are going, he does not have a single clue but, he lifts his chin and follows with hesitation.
The double doors of the courtyard are opened by a pair of guards and Aemond does not stop, walking on past them and it isn't until the entrance closes behind them then does Lucerys finally catch up, panting.
"I am surprised you did not decide to run back to be protected by your elder brother, little pup," Aemond goades and Lucerys huffs, cheeks puffing red as he glares at the back of his uncle's head.
"I am not a pup," He hisses as he finally catches up and walks side by side with the silver prince. "And, neither am I little ."
"You have the same innocence in your eyes as a newborn puppy and are the size of one as well," Aemond responds cleverly, not bothering to glance over at him as they walk along one of the smaller hills outside of the castle. "You are, indeed, a little pup."
Lucerys growls underneath his breath and holds his tongue, instead choosing to continue walking alongside his uncle in silence this time.
He does not know what will become of him if he is to anger Aemond, nor does he want to find out.
They continue down another hill, walking for about ten long, anxiety-filled minutes before the sound of obnoxious, growl-like breathing could be heard coming up ahead and it was then that Lucerys could make out a giant silhouette in the distance. He swallowed thickly, brows furrowing as Aemond continued on.
Lucerys would not run. He would not be a coward anymore, for he refused it.
Finally, they stand in front of her, Vhagar, the largest, oldest, most powerful dragon in the world.
Lucerys tries not to piss himself at the sight of her.
Aemond turns to him, one visible eyebrow raised and Lucerys swallows thickly as he glances up at Vhagar who purrs at the sight of her master. Her gigantic, powerful muscles shift the closer the duo get and the more nervous Lucerys feels.
The silver prince tilts his head up at his claimed, a hand reaching up to caress her scales and Vhagar rumbles low and deep in her throat, sharp, metallic eyes slowly blinking down at him and Aemond hums.
"Care for a flight in the skies, nephew?"
Lucerys freezes. "Excuse me?" He blinks rapidly, surely he must've misheard-?
Aemond tilts his head and raises a hand.
"A flight. With me. On Vhagar," He explains and Lucerys stares at him as though he had grown another head. "Come now, nephew. Won't you learn to have some fun for once? You have always been so… uptight."
Lucerys scoffs, eyes narrowing. "Ironic, coming from you," He murmurs. "Your handmaidens are quite terrified of you, so I've heard."
Aemond huffs a laugh and his lips quirks. Lucerys feels…somewhat awkward at the sight of it, certain he's never seen a smile, no matter how tiny or soft, ever grace his uncle's lips. Not a true one, at the very least.
The brunette chances a glance back up at Vhagar and his eyes squint as the blinding sun sits right beside her large head, giant sharp teeth glistening in the light. Then, he turns back towards that outstretched hand, gaze tracing those lithe fingers and he swallows thickly.
Aemond raises his brow, digits beckoning him closer. Lucerys feels compelled to obey.
He hesitantly reaches out, licking his dry lips as Aemond locks their gazes together, sending a shiver rushing down Lucerys's spine as soon as he plants his palm in his uncle's own. His skin is warm, unlike what Lucerys previously assumed.
His Uncle hums once again, softer this time and slowly leads him close to Vhagar. She watches them, eerily still and Lucerys feels a bead of sweat drip down his temple.
"You know how to climb, yes?" Aemond asks as he sticks his foot in the first stirrup that was settled along Vhagar's side, glancing back at him and Lucerys narrows his eyes.
"Of course I do," He huffs in response and Aemond chuckles.
"No need to get so defensive, sweet nephew," He replies-almost…teasingly and Lucerys flushes with embarrassment at the endearing nickname. "I just don't need you falling and breaking a bone. I fear your mother would never let me hear the end of it."
The silver prince then began to ever so slowly climb up the side of his dragon, doing so with such ease that Lucerys couldn't help but be slightly impressed.
He licked his dry lips, willing himself to follow suite.
His feet hook inside the stirrups and he grunts as he pulls himself up, gravity increasing on him the higher he gets. The shaking of Vhagar's breathing makes him tremble slightly but, finally, he glances up and watches as Aemond swings himself over her saddle and plants himself on that smooth leather. The silver prince turns back down to him and, once again, holds a large hand out to him.
Lucerys bites his lip and frowns. He's not some preppy princess. He's capable enough that he can get onto one single dragon.
As soon as he gets close enough, he lightly swats Aemond's palm away and, instead of being glared at, the elder Targaryen merely chuckles as if he were expecting Lucerys to deny him. The brunette huffs and finally manages to move to settle onto the saddle and-
Aemond suddenly grabs him by the wrist and tugs, making Lucerys squawk as he is forcibly shoved in front of the silver prince, falling onto the front edge of that giant saddle.
Lucerys stills immediately, muscles tense and his breath hitches as Aemond leans on his shoulder right beside his ear, his soft breathing that much louder.
"You best hold on tightly, little nephew," He whispers but it sounds so loud to Lucerys. "I would hate for you to fall."
He can feel Aemond pressed against his back, muscled chest and all. His groin presses against Lucerys's backside and the brunette wants to groan in embarrassment. Seven Hells, this is so shameful. For all he knows, Aemond could just shove him off his saddle in the air and he'd be done for, just like that.
"Lucerys," Aemond's rough voice makes him blink back to reality and Lucerys licks his dry lips. "Hold on."
Lucerys obeys.
His hands tangle in the strings of the saddle, gripping them tightly and he exhales shakily as Aemond straps them both in, legs secure in leather bindings that hold them in place lest they fall.
He can feel Aemond's heart pumping rapidly and Lucerys swears his own drums to the same beat. His cheeks feel hotter than dragon fire and he cannot stop his hands from shaking just the slightest. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly just in time for Aemond to address Vhagar.
"Vhagar," He shouts from above the brunette's mop of curly chocolate locks. "Sōvegon!"
Vhagar roars.
Giant wings spread out across the hills, casting a dark shadow throughout the valley and Lucerys gasps sharply as Vhagar begins to move. This absolutely enamoras beast slowly begins to rise from the earthy dirt floor, leaping from the ground and into the skies.
Lucerys squeals, stomach jumping as Vhagar rumbles into the air and as wind roars in his ears.
He's ventured in the bright blue skies before, as is a Targaryen's birthright. Arrax has shown him many wonders, riding high into the night sky and above the glistening ocean. But, Arrax was still a mere tiny fletchling, no bigger than a large house as he was merely as old as Lucerys himself, ten and six years.
Meanwhile Vhagar was a beast over a century old. Her strength and size could attest to it. Wings had been said to be as long as fifteen ships stacked side by side and as strong as an entire fleet of Velaryon soldiers. She is a beast to behold, more so to ride.
Aemond laughs in his ear and Lucerys cannot help himself, a wide boyish smile spreads across his lips as winds rush past them and he feels free.
This is different from riding on Arrax.
Lucerys…isn't sure why.
Suddenly, Aemond is leaning against him, chin resting on his shoulder and Lucerys's breath hitches once more as he twitches slightly at the unexpected action from his uncle.
It isn't until then that he realizes, it's just the two of them up here. Nothing but the sun, clouds, and sound of wings flapping rhythmically beside them.
Lucerys exhales shakily at the realization and he hears Aemond hum.
Hands suddenly graze his stomach, free of any hold on Vhagar's reigns and Lucerys hears a sound he didn't know he was even capable of, filter past his red bitten lips. Sounded more of a whimper than a squeak and he swallows thickly.
He prays that, in the loud volume of the rushing winds, that Aemond did not perceive that shameful noise.
"...I take it you are confused?" Aemond murmurs to him and Lucerys blinks.
"I…" He trails off. "Yes. A little." He admits.
Lucerys feels Aemond nod against his shoulder gently.
"Why are you…" Lucerys licks his lips. "Being so nice to me? I don't understand, uncle. I perceived it as that you despised me. Is my judgement wrong?"
"Somewhat," Aemond replies and–Lucerys wasn't expecting that response. "For a long while, after you and your family had fled to Dragonstone, I hated you. Even just thinking about you could set me off."
Lucerys bowed his head at that, shame and guilt filling him as Aemond explained it to him. He had never felt regret over protecting his brother and cousins that night but, taking his uncle's eye and hearing his cries of agony…that he regretted deeply.
…And he realized, he had never told Aemond how sorry he was.
"I'm so sorry," Lucerys tells him, squeezing onto the saddle beneath him. "I'm sorry. Uncle, I-it was never my intention to cause you so much pain. I never meant to permanently scar you like that-"
"If I was still angry," Aemond interrupted him, whispering low and deep in his ear. "If I hadn't already forgiven you, I would never have asked you to dance, I would never have asked you to ride Vhagar with me. Rest assured, sweet nephew, the sins that transpired in the heat of our youth are forgiven."
Lucerys feels his shoulders sag at Aemond's admittance. His heart stutters in his chest and goosebumps trickle down his spine as the silver prince's hot breath hits his ear and cheek and, even with cold winds rushing through him, all he feels is warmth.
"...then…" Lucerys licks his dry lips once again, a habit he needs to cease. "...why did you bring me up here? Why have you been so…kind?"
Aemond is silent, for he does not respond and Lucerys feels the hair on his neck stand as Aemond tilts closer to the bare skin of his neck, right next to his extremely sensitive and untouched scent glands .
Vhagar rumbles beneath them, wings fluttering as she settles and the clouds part for her as though scrambling away from her overpowering presence until they are above it all, the sunset shimmering brightly in the middle of the orange and purple sky.
Suddenly, it feels as though Lucerys senses have been dialed up to eleven. Aemond's breathing in his ear sounds louder than the screeching winds, those two large hands resting against his hips feel hot and heavy on top of the fabric adorning his skin…
Then, Aemond suddenly turns his head with a leather palm and Lucerys making a noise of slight confusion before-
Lips gently press against his.
Lucerys keens, body shooting alight with a fire he was not ready for and Aemond groans, their mouths rocking together so gently that Lucerys could not recall whether this was a dream or whether he was in the waking world.
Gentle was never a word Lucerys would've used to describe Aemond Targaryen but, now, with his soft lips caressing Lucerys's own, he cannot help but long to know more of this side of the elusive silver prince.
Aemond leans back and presses their foreheads together suddenly, allowing for Lucerys to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.
"Do you understand now, nephew?" Aemond whispers huskily, their mouths grazing each other's and Lucerys's eyes flutter, can barely keep them open as he trembles.
"Yes," He moans deeply, dark speckled cheeks igniting with pink as Aemond hums and leans in once again.
Their lips meet once more, Aemond swallowing another moan that slips past Lucerys's throat, silencing him with another deep kiss that makes the brunette's head spin while butterflies erupt throughout his stomach, heart pumping wildly in his chest as his blood rushes vigorously through his veins.
This feeling he's experiencing, it's one similar to soaring through the air on Arrax, gliding in-between puffy clouds that part in their wake.
Aemond's tongue flicking over his red lips makes Lucerys gasp and the silver prince takes the opportunity to intertwine their wet muscles. Lucerys trembles, certain that, if it weren't for Aemond's hand holding him by the waist and straps securing his legs to the saddle, he'd simply fall right off of Vhagar and take a nosedive into the deep sea below.
Aemond suddenly releases his lips and Lucerys mourns the loss, whining as his Omega inside cries out with abandon. The silver prince chuckles and nudges their foreheads together and Lucerys exhales shakily, drunk off those addicting kisses.
"Be mine, Lucerys," Aemond's demands, hands squeezing his hips and Lucerys places his palms on his knuckles, gripping them in reply. "Let me wed you in the tradition of our house…be mine."
Lucerys feels lightning shoot up spine and he inhales sharply, goosebumps tickling his skin as Aemond rests their foreheads against one another.
"Aemond," He practically gasps, struggling to voice his words. "I…the realm-"
"Would rejoice at the news of our union," The elder Targaryen interrupts. "No one would dare to say anything against us, that I promise. If we were to wed, our house would no longer be divided. We could end any inkling of war that could possibly rear it's ugly head towards Westeros."
Lucerys's eyes flutter open at that and he stares into that single hypnotic silver orb that glistens in the sunset.
"War…" He breathes. "I…"
Aemond's seems to take heed his hesitation as he leans back and Lucerys stares up at him, concerned.
The silver prince gently lifts Lucerys's right hand and brings it to his lips, kissing at his freckled knuckles and he hums as he thumbs the side of his palm back and forth. Lucerys flushes heavily and shivers.
"Let me show you," Aemond whispers to him, orb glazing over with the darkness of lust . "I'll show you how an omegan prince such as yourself ought to be treated…show you how pleasurable it can be to have an alpha such as myself serve you."
Lucerys can't hold back his quiet moan.
Aemond smirks and does not tear his gaze away from the brunette's shimmering sea-blue orbs.
"Let me show you what it means to be desired."
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Lucerys feels absolutely winded.
His hair is no doubt tangled beyond repair, frazzled and unkempt, his pupils are wide with adrenaline and his lips have been kissed a cherry red. His cheeks are aflame with the color of rose wine that Aegon chugs down on the daily, and his outfit has been undoubtedly unbearably wrinkled.
Aemond drags him down the hall inside the castle, passing by guards who do not dare question where they rush off too in their haste and Lucerys stumbles, struggling to keep up.
Finally, they round a corner down a familiar corridor until Aemond stops in front of the entrance to Lucerys's chambers and rips the door open, practically tearing it off its hinges and the brunette inhales sharply at it.
Then, Aemond drags him inside, shoving him and Lucerys stumbles, heart pounding as loud as Vhagar's flapping wings and he whines.
The entrance slams shut, those old concrete walls shivering.
Lucerys glances up at him hesitantly.
Aemond does not waste another mere second.
He's pinning Lucerys against that wood door, not even giving him another moment to simply breathe before his delicate lips are being devoured by fire. Aemond does not grant him any mercy, licking and sucking the noises that slip from in-between his teeth and Lucerys keens.
His hands scramble for a purchase, shaking vigorously as he grips the front of Aemond's uniform, searching for leverage as the silver prince has his way with him.
" Taōba ," Comes Aemond's hushed whisper, honey spilling from his forked tongue and Lucerys melts. "Precious Velaryon prince…"
( "That is no true Velaryon!")
His eyes snap open and he inhales sharply, jerking back as Aemond leans in for another kiss. Then another. He purses his lips, ashamed.
("Bastards.")
Aemond's eye meets his.
"You are pushing me away," He observes and Lucerys flushes, head bowing with shame.
"Aemond, I-" His fingers tremble against his chest. "We can't. How I wish to indulge but, if the realm were to hear of this, Gods forbid our mother's-"
His breath hitches sharply as Aemond crowds him further against the entrance of his temporary chambers, using his much larger form to trap him, leaving him with nowhere to run and Lucerys shudders at the realization.
"Aemond," He repeats sharply, slightly panicked. "We-you mustn't."
"I am a prince," Aemond argues, eye flickering towards Lucerys's lips and the young brunette flushes as he notices. "For if I desire something, I shall have it. The same goes for you. Quit denying yourself, nephew."
"I am simply doing the right thing," Lucerys shakes his head, glancing away but he gasps as Aemond suddenly shoves him once again and his back slams against the doors of his room, head tilting back as Aemond leans closer until their lips are mere inches apart. He can feel the silver prince's hot breath against his flaming red cheeks, shuddering. "I-Aemond-"
"I want you," Aemond practically snarls and the Omega inside of Lucerys coos. "You do not understand . So many sleepless nights spent wanting you, longing for you. Do not say you do not feel the same way. I know you crave it, Lucerys."
And-as much as he wants to deny it and snuff that comment underneath his thumb, to go hide away back underneath his mother's skirt like he was still a child and deny that any of this transpired-
Lucerys can't help but melt at his words, heart hammering within his chest.
He tilts his head to the side, revealing his swollen, unmarked and untouched glands, his scent sweetening and Aemond feigns surprise for a few moments before his one sharp, piercing silver eye flickers back up to the brunettes sea colored ones, an entire ocean of emotion swirling within those gorgeous, passion-filled orbs.
He submits.
Aemond purrs.
"Sweet little prince," He serenades against his lips and Lucerys trembles. " Precious little Lucerys Velaryon…" He grins wickedly, the brunette's eyelids fluttering underneath his lust filled gaze.
Behind him, the silver prince locks the door with a soft click, the rest of the world cut off from inside their own domain.
And, with that, Aemond knows he's won.