RunAway Gentle Dragon|| Naerys Targaryen

XXII

Daena Targaryen smirked at the Dragonknight smoothing the young girl's curls before following him outside.

"You have a son..." Aemon began as her expression changed from calm to concerned in a second.

"How...how do you know?"

"He revealed himself to me," Aemon said breaking into a nervous sweat when she moved closer. "who is his father?"

Daena shook her head refusing to tell. "His father came to my bed and gifted me him just as you had Daenaera," she said cupping his cheek, but Aemon moved away.

"I want his name and now."

She smiled and turned away walking towards the door of her chamber before Aemon grabbed her arm. "Don't make this hard for me Daena."

She smiled turning quickly and pressing her lips against his before whispering he name into his ear. "Of course," Aemon murmured when his dead brothers name was spoken.

Aemon released her and walked off before she took advantage of him again as she done when Daenera was conceived.

Aegor grabbed her wrists and squeezed them suddenly furious. "Did you send Daemon to kill my son?"

Daena shrugged before she went to back into the chambers swaying her hips with Aemon's eye trained on her.

"Seven hells."