Epiphany - Aemond Targaryen

Ten - Bitter

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Saera could not sleep at all that night. She laid in bed with her head throbbing, staring up at the canopy as she pondered about her night. She had the time of her life with Aegon, much to her surprise. They had spent hours drinking and laughing, and for the first time in her seventeen years of life, she felt like a common girl. She did not feel the weight of her title or of her betrothal looming over her. She was just Saera in a tavern, and Aegon was just her uncle.

Then her mind replayed that image of that woman touching herself in her lady parts. Shivers ran down her spine as she thought of it. Unholy. Saera thought over and over again. Though she could feel a warm sensation in her stomach, a sensation she had only felt around Aemond. Then a tingling in between her legs. She was aroused. She had read about it once, a few years ago.

She read once: 'A holy lady shall only feel that slick in between her thighs when she is aroused by her lord husband.' Saera gasped and rolled out of bed, dropping to her knees. She wasn't thinking of Jace, she was thinking of Aemond.

She clasped her hands together and shut her eyes tightly. "I am so sorry Father, Mother, Maiden, Crone... Just everyone. I am so sorry. I shall never think of my uncle like that again." She whispered, hoping the Gods would turn a blind eye to her transgressions.

But then her treacherous mind put the unholiest of images in her brain. Her uncle pounding into her like only a husband should. Saera yelped and shook her head, jumping under her duvet as if trying to shield her sinning thoughts from the Gods. Perhaps she was possessed by a lustful demon, and was why she was thinking this way. She tried thinking of Jace, but the bile rose in her throat at the mere thought of seeing his cock.

Saera shut her eyes and forced herself into thinking of her horses back in Dragonstone, and that was how she dozed off into her slumber.

In the morrow, she woke up and forbade herself from thinking any unholy thoughts about anyone that was not Jacaerys. So that meant that she was not thinking anything unholy at all. Elinda came in to dress her as usual, though the lady was not making conversation as she would. Saera looked at herself in the looking glass as Elinda dressed her. "You are quiet on this day." Saera told Elinda with a small warm smile.

"You did not listen to me yesterday, princess. So I figure that you do not want to hear me talking." Saera was caught off guard by the snarkiness in Elinda's tone. "Snippy..." Saera sighed and shook her head.

"I was having fun, Elinda. I am a woman grown." Saera stated sternly, her usual chirpy self disappearing under an angry expression. "You are a princess. Not a common girl that can run rampant around the city, and especially not with Prince Aegon." Elinda scoffed as she finished tying up Saera's dress.

"He is my uncle. It is imperative I make lasting bonds with my family. I have not seen them in ages, can't I form a relationship with them?" Saera asked annoyedly.