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Everything is black, the only reminders that the world is still there around her is the loud ringing in her ears and the sharp pain from her ribs. She lays there, not sure where, not sure for how long, darkness surrounding her, until the ringing in her ears slowly starts to subside. The first sound she is met with is her own labored breathing, she’s trying to calm herself; to make her body do as she wills it to. She opens her eyes slowly and she’s met with a grey, cloudy sky, at first in a blur, but as she blinks the world starts to sharpen once more.
Then she hears a second sound, a second pair of lungs struggling to inhale and exhale, a sound far louder than the one coming from her.
With great labor she tilts her head towards the sound, it is Arrax.
At once it comes back to her, Storms end, the rain crashing down in her face, Vhagar, and Aemond.
She’s observing Arrax as he heaves next to her, the ground around him covered in blood, he’s left wing completely torn off and a great wound that is bleeding profusely is there in its stead.
She wills herself to stand, she cannot.
So, she starts crawling with all the remaining strength she can muster up, the sharp pain in her ribs making itself known with every move she makes.
As she reaches him, she can feel his hot breath as his breathing is becoming even more strained, the sound of his enormous lungs desperately trying to fill with air brakes her heart.
Lucerya hurriedly removes her cloak, the pain from her cracked ribs still making its presence apparent.
She presses the cloth against Arrax wound and uses as much power as she can manage to try to stop the bleeding, Arrax pained snarls as she presses against the wound brings tears to her eyes. “Lykiri, lykiri.” She’s trying her best to calm him, and herself.
They sit like that for what feels like an eternity, his labored breath becoming weaker by the minute, unit it finally stops.
She can feel his huge body going limp under her trembling hands, the large muscles of his shoulders relax.
Lucerya lets a loud and pained sob escape her lips as she strokes Arrax back, “Usōven, usōven, usōven.”
She repeats it like a mantra, Arrax is dead, she couldn’t protect him, the guilt is overwhelming, blurring everything around her.
He had done all he could to save her, to protect her from Vhagars jaws, and he had taken the hit for her, and as they fell he must have shielded her, otherwise she would surely be dead.
She drops her head, letting her forehead rest against him, tears and snot streaming down her face, eyes closed.
Then suddenly she feels a strong unyielding arm whip around her waist from behind, pulling her away from Arrax, the pain in her ribs dragging a moan from her lips as she’s pulled up, a hard chest pressing at her back.
Lucerya whips her head around and sees Aemond, still sobbing she lets out another pained moan, her arms and hands clawing and hitting at whatever they can reach, but to little effect as she is very weak from her injuries. “You fucking bastard!” she screams at him as he is dragging her across the ground.
He lets out a small chuckle as if her rage amuses him. “No that would be you.” He simply states.
“You killed him! How could you?” the tears streaming down her face clouding her vision. He doesn’t respond as he pulls her shaking body with him.
“How could you?!” she repeats angrier now. “How could you take my eye?” he calmly responds, digging his fingers into her side against her cracked ribs, dragging another pained moan from her.
She knows she should be afraid, terrified even, but the fear doesn’t seem to fit within her, as her rage is so all consuming.
“You let a little girl take your eye, you think yourself so powerful, but I remember, I remember you crying to your mother about my brothers being mean to you, you’re pathetic.”
Her breath hitching from the pain in her side, but she still manages a full sentence.
At her words he stops and unceremoniously drops her to the ground.
Fierce pain shooting through her torso from the impact, and through her jagged breath she smiles and doubles down “pathetic.”
Lucerya know she is going to die, he is going to kill her, why else did he come to find her?
She does not want to give him the satisfaction of her fear and her pleading, she is resigned to her fate.
She takes a deep breath, her hand cradling her ribs “go on, do it, kill me” she goads him, he tilts his head slightly as he looks down at her heaving on the ground, the corner of his lip slightly curled up. “Of course I am not going to kill you, I could never kill my own niece, I am not a monster.”
His voice soft and calculated.
She raises her eyebrow at his words, fighting the urge to protest the statement about him not being a monster, it feels redundant in the situation as she is sure he is already aware of her opinion in that regard.
He continues, “however, I am aware that your mother is looking to set up alliances to aid her in her quest to steal my brother’s throne. And that I cannot accept. I cannot have her marry you into a house in exchange for an army, so I will have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Aemond waits for her, waits for her to grasp what he’s saying, he is not sure she will, he is not sure about how much she’s been taught about these matters.
Lucerya looks at him with big, confused eyes, he starts removing his coat folding it neatly and placing it on the ground to emphasize his point.
He finally sees the realization start setting in, then the fear, he smiles to himself and removes the belt holding his sword, placing it neatly next to his coat.
“no, no, no” she tries to scramble back but the pain in her ribs is making it very difficult, all her stoic ideas about facing her fate with no fear or pleading goes out the window as her tears slowly starts flowing again.
“you can’t!”
He chuckles darkly and looks around to emphasize his point, “And who do you think is going to stop me? You?”
She knows she won’t physically be able to stop him, he is much larger than she is and she is injured, the only way she is going to be able to stop him is by pleading with him, and that might work on many men, but not this one.
Aemond bends down towards her, kneeling at her feet, he goes to remove her boots, but she quickly pulls her leg towards her and kicks him with as much strength as she can muster, the kick lands in his chest, the impact highly disappointing.
He does not even seem faced, he leans up towards her face, looking at her with his healthy eye, studying her face, calculating her, there is something very reptilian about him.
He suddenly punches her right in her broken ribs, sending a powerful jolt of pain through her body, while she is busy writhing in pain, he quickly removes both her boots and her trousers.
She can feel him doing it, but she can’t get her body to respond to her, she can’t get her body to fight him through the unbearable pain.
He kneels between her knees, her tear-filled eyes following his every move, her breathing Is so loud it drowns out everything around her, the pain in her ribs slowly subsiding again.
His face is hovering over hers, studying her, inhaling her panic, she frantically tries to push him off her, but she is weak and the pain in her side does not allow her to raise her arm properly, but nonetheless she tries, she’s exhausted but she does not relent.
Aemond does nothing to stop her from hitting him or pushing on his chest, he is completely still, letting her tire herself out, a small smirk still playing in the corner of his mouth.
Finally, he grabs her wrists pinning them above her head, earning him a pained groan from Lucerya. Her breathing is so frantic, she is practically hyperventilating as he reaches to unlace his breeches.
“no, no, please, please, don’t.” She begs him over and over, tears freely streaming down her face.
He softly hushes her, as he lines himself up and spits in his hand.
Then a new wave of absolute fury washes over her, she tries to steady her voice as best she can, “I am going to kill you” she glares at him, her rage shining through her tear-filled eyes.
He lets another soft chuckle escape his lips as he leans closer to her face, he nestles his in the crook of her neck and whispers, “you should probably cling to that thought now, it might make it easier for you.”
And then with a hard thrust he enters her, drawing his face back to look at hers, Lucerya lets out a scream as she feels her body being split in two, new tears start streaming down her face, he starts moving at a cruel pace, harshly slamming into her.
She is dry and hot, and her walls are desperately cramping around him. Each time he slams into her a loud pained moan escapes her lips.
Her torn maidenhead dyeing him red as he takes her, “please, it hurts,” she whispers through her tears, mostly to herself.
He once more leans in towards her ear, his movements stilling, she takes a breath of relief as his rough invasion comes to a halt.
He softly whispers; “good, perhaps we are even now then”.
Before slamming back into her harder than before, drawing more pained gasps from her.
It goes on for what feels like an eternity, her face has turned away from him, her mind trying its best to go somewhere else.
He recognizes the defeat in her body, he can feel it, he lets a growl slip through his teeth against her neck as he finishes in her.
She winces at the feeling.
He stays on top of her for a moment, his breath hot against her skin. “I knew you were a whore, just like your mother” he whispers into her hair as he gently strokes it.
She lets out a sob as he withdraws from her, separating them.
He slowly rises and starts adjusting his clothing, sha stays still, she cannot move, her body heavy with pain and exhaustion.
“When you get back you are going to have to ask your mother about precuring some moon tea, she will know all about it. We wouldn’t want to bring yet another bastard into the world.” He adjusts his collar as he speaks, not looking at her.
She softly cries on the ground beneath him.
“Get dressed, we are in the middle of nowhere, and seeing as your method of transportation is no longer alive you are going to have to come with me, as I said, I do not mean for you to die.”
She doesn’t know what she expected, probably that he was just going to leave her, she hadn’t really had any time to think of the detail of how she would get home.
She keeps her eyes fixed on the horizon. “No, I’m not going with you.”
He raises his eyebrow, “I don’t know where you have been for the last hour, but since when do you have a choice? Now get dressed or I will bring you as you are. Obviously I cannot bring you to Dragonstone so unless you want the sailors of Black water bay getting the wrong impression I suggest you do as your told, or maybe you developed a taste for it, you are your mothers daughter after all.”
Her muscles tighten, she hates him with all of her being, but she obeys, she tries to, at least.
She manages to sit, and she reaches for her trousers, the movement shooting daggers in her side, she whimpers at the pain, but she keeps going, she knows he does not care in what state he leaves her, but she does, she wishes for no further humiliation.
With hot tears still streaming down her cheeks she manages to get her trousers on, it is a feat that leaves her heaving with pain and exhaustion, she leaves the boots on the ground, at least she is somewhat covered now.
To her surprise Aemond lets her lie there for a while, recovering from the exhausting task of getting dressed.
She observes him as her heavy breathing slowly returns to a somewhat normal pace, his back turned to her, he is so straight, so rigid, he almost does not read as human.
A shiver runs down her spine, she knows she might not see Dragonstone again, but she clings to the small sliver of hope she still has left. Surely all depts are paid now, he took Arrax from her, and he has destroyed any chances for her mother to secure a good match for her, a match that could aid them in the ongoing war.
He turns to look at her, his eye not letting anything slip as it catches hers, it might as well be the eye of a corpse she thinks to herself as another shiver climbs up her spine.
She looks away, breaking the eye contact.
As Aemond starts walking towards her, panic sets in once more, her chest rising and falling in a rapid pace, when he closes in on her and leans down to pick her up, she instinctively curls up as best she can to protect herself, making it as difficult as possible for him.
“Don’t touch me.” She whispers, her face covered in brown disheveled curls.
He leans back slightly, and studies her in silent contemplation, “Alright” he finally says, “stand up and walk yourself then.”
She takes a deep breath, as deep as she can considering her cracked ribs, and she starts to rise, all the pain in the world is worth not having her body spend another second touching his.
She manages to get on her feet, but as she goes to take a step she falls to the ground, Aemond sighs, “I haven’t got all night,”
Lucerya attempts the same thing again to an identical result.
He walks over to the side of her body that isn’t broken and grabs her arm, pulling her up, anchoring her arm around his neck. “no” she manages, but he ignores her and starts walking towards Vhagar, her feet doing their best to keep up.
As they pass Arrax cold corpse she lets out a mournful sob, her feet now completely failing to carry her, Aemond holds her up, having to drag her past the dead beast.
The walk over to the great she-dragon feels like it goes on forever, Aemond calls out to her, summoning her. “Māzigon, Vhagar”
The dragon slowly starts to stir, trees creaking and breaking beneath her great body.
Aemonds arm whips around her waist in a punishing grip, Lucerya whimpering from the pain in her side, as he pulls her up to the saddle.
He sits down behind her in the saddle, strapping them in, he is so close to her, his chest pressing into her back, she can feel each breath he takes, she cringes, feeling as tough she might throw up.
Lucerya leans forward as much as she can, trying to escape his body, but to little use, the saddle is made to seat only him, there is no room for her to claim.
He wraps one of his arms around her, not too hard, but hard enough to make her wince. br />
Vhagar lifts and they are in the air, her strong wings slicing the air either side of her.
The wind that hits her face is calming her slightly, drying the tears that keep finding their way down her cheeks.
Aemond has been sitting silently behind her the entire flight, she is happy not to hear his voice, or his cruel words.
Beneath them the ocean is roaring, black and deadly.
She imagines throwing herself off Vhagar into the ocean, sinking down into the cold darkness, the thought sort of comforting.
But she is securely strapped to the saddle and Aemonds strong arm still rests around her waist.
All she can do now is hope that he will be true to his word and allow her to go home.
The exhaustion was hanging heavy on her, every horrible thing that had happened blurring as sleep softly claimed her, her head lowering, eyes closing.