Prompt: Aemond staring at you from across the table during a feast (with a little twist)
Content: Sexual tension, PDA, alcohol consumption. Gender not specified.
House Targaryen hosted its annual banquet for their closest family friends and allies to uphold their tradition, even though the King’s health condition seemed to worsen. In honest truth, you would have preferred to be anywhere else rather than sit there in a room with full of people you barely knew.
But there you were, entering the hall, making an entrance with one of your finer coats. Your family immediately went around to greet those who were already present while the servants still decorated the tables. You didn’t let your etiquette falter and did the same, being introduced by your parents to several Lords and Ladies.
Your eyes scanned the room and it was slowly beginning to fill with more people by the second until King Viserys entered the room with his wife, Queen Alicent. The conversations in the background stopped. Everyone focused on the King and bowed slightly. He stood tall but was noticeably weaker and thinner than the last time you saw him, so the rumours must be true.
His wife, however... her emerald dress was decorated with faded ornaments and gemstones at the neckline, unmistakably presenting the colours of House Green.
Behind them, two blonde men and a woman followed suit. One of the men had shorter wavy hair, the other’s was long and straight, just like his sister’s, but it seemed almost softer from afar. His posture and strut was more elegant, dressed fully in black leather.
The guards closed the door as the Princes and Princess entered and bowed respectfully when everyone was present. The people moved to the tables and assigned their seats, sorted by family.
When everyone was settled, Viserys spoke. “My loyal Lords and Ladies, advisors, council members and friends.. I am utmost glad to welcome you this year despite the hardship the Kingdom had to suffer. Matters have been settled and without worry we gathered today to feast together...”
You scanned the room, trying to put names on familiar faces and noticed a pair of eyes looking back right at you. The second eldest Prince Aemond gave you a flat smile. You looked back at the King, guessing it was just a formality.
“... let us raise our cups to a new good season, to friendship and health.” Viserys said and everyone raised their cups and drank a sip respectively. You mirrored the movements and noticed at the back of your eyes that the same face as before kept looking at you.
You turned your head, meeting the young Prince’s gaze while downing your wine. Everyone settled back on their seats, but you kept your gaze locked with his. He smirked as he settled in his seat and put the cup down.
Somehow it irritated you, wondering if you did anything that bothered or amused Aemond. However, it seemed like he showed interest in you. Out of politeness, you smiled back, though it might have been a little awkward.
“May the banquet be opened!”
Your family started to arrange their plates, taking a little of everything that was in close eyesight. You couldn’t quite decide for what you were going for, feeling slightly paranoid by being watched and ordered for another cup of wine instead.
“My child, do you not want to eat?” asked your father from the side, clearly already enjoying his pig. “Do not worry father, I’ll see to it to find something fitting for my appetite.”
He hummed in agreement and you just grabbed whatever was in front of you. Looking up from your food, the gaze was no longer entirely on you, but he looked over whenever he caught your eyes. Confused, you looked at the other guests but nobody cared enough to look up from their plates.
So this was definitely about you.
You turned to the Prince and furrowed your brows in confusion. He smirked and took the cup to his lips, not drinking yet, but waiting for you. In courtesy you took the cup to your own lips and started sipping. His eyes bore into yours as he did the same.
You started to feel flustered, not sure whether it was the lack of food and the aromatic wine, or his intense stares. You tried to ignore it and emptied your plate one by one.
The music in the background of the hall got louder, and a few people stood to dance. The King encouraged them by clapping his hands to the rhythm, seemingly amused by the good mood of his guests.
After a while, you emptied your cup, again. A servant immediately came to refill it, though you didn’t even mean to ask for it. Your parents stood up too, filling the floor with their queer way of dancing.
You looked up where Prince Aemond should be seated, but he wasn’t there. Instead, someone took up the free space next to your right.
“My Prince..” you greeted, even though a little confused. He hummed in return. “I haven’t seen you for a while. You’ve grown a lot.” He commented. “How old are you now?”
“I suppose I have..” you answered awkwardly. “I am of 21 years now, my Prince.”
He scoffed. “You may call me Aemond for the rest of the night.” He leaned in close and you nearly panicked, but his gaze focused on your cup instead.
“Drink up. Or are you not fond of the wine?”
“I am... I am just not a heavy drinker...”
“Neither am I, but I shall be allowed to make an exception tonight.”
He smirked again and something in you started to heat up at his presence. His eye had a way of seduction that allured you in combination of his voice. You drank the rest of your cup gladly.
“I wonder if someone of your beauty is already promised to another?” Aemond asked boldly, making you nearly gag on the rest of the wine in your mouth, but you shook your head.
“No, I am not. I haven’t met anyone who awoke any interest and my parents have yet to find someone for me.” You gave a second to your thoughts and doubted that he was actually just playing for the laughs. Why would the Prince of good reputation risk that?
“Why your sudden interest, Aemond? I have noticed your eyes on me since the beginning of the evening. Are you waiting for me to accept your advances?” Your mouth formed a grin at your sudden confidence, probably induced by the alcohol.
“I'd hoped you would. I heard a lot about you from the voices at court...” he started and slowly leaned into your side, almost whispering in your ear.
“The child of the noble Ser who started fighting at young age, studying just like myself, but then got caught pleasing another Lord by his lady wife.”
You gulped and shuddered, thinking the rumours didn’t make it that far. You didn’t know what to say when the warmth of his breath met your ear momentarily.
“I’d hoped that the person who rejected several marriage proposals and then went out doing such escapades.. would perhaps spend the evening with me.”
Your face turned red, whether it was shame or arousal you did not know. “Why?” You asked in a smaller voice, sounding almost too small in your dry throat. You could swear you were about to choke on the drumming of your own heartbeat.
“Because I appreciate an orderly life with a hint of rebellion. A little dirty secret that taints the white shirt you wear.”
You could hear the smirk on Aemond’s lips as he spoke and you huffed at his answer. You didn’t back away when a hand carefully crept on your knee under the table.
“What do you say? Shall we drink another cup of wine and then leave these people to themselves?” You licked your lips in anticipation. You could not deny that you always found the Prince alluring but only got allowed to perceive his beauty from afar. You were glad that the most guests were too busy dancing and drinking, jesting around in the middle of the room.
You nodded, and your hand moved atop of his, guiding him to your thigh. His grip tightened and it sent jolts of electricity right to your arousal. “What exactly are you suggesting?”
You faced him and could swear the man’s pupil was blown wider than usual. Aemond bit his lip and sent you the look which confirmed your train of thought.
“I’m suggesting you join me in my quarters. Your presence would flatter me.”
“Flatter, your Highness?” You mocked him lightly and his hand went upwards to cup between your thighs, almost drawing a moan out of you.
“Yes.” He scoffed firmly. “I can see the red on your cheeks and feel the warmth from your core under the palm of my hand. I think you would not deny your own interest. You haven't before so why now?”
“I wouldn’t...” you whispered in agreement and his hand let go. You almost wanted to question him but then he stood up. Your eyes fixed at his groin on eye level and his trousers seemed tighter than before.
“Join me after a while. Don’t raise any suspicions on your way... but don't leave me waiting too long.”
The Prince strode away, disappearing in the crowd and left you at your table with the arousal pooling in your undergarments.
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