Previously, Aemond had always been jealous (insecure really) that everyone else had a dragon. But now that he had the biggest and oldest dragon in the known world, there was only one thing he was jealous of: Aegon's arranged marriage. He had spoken the truth that day at his cousin Laena's funeral, he would have married Helaena and done his duty. Truth be told he had been half in love with her for most of their adolescence. Aegon practically despised her but Aemond loved everything about her that their elder brother detested. He thought of her absentminded poems as puzzles to solve. Originally he had not put much thought into them but after losing his eye he paid more attention. Only their father seemed to have the same awareness, everyone else just believed her to be touched.

On a different note he was almost always sexually frustrated. Unlike his brother Aegon, he was above such baseborn behaviors: they were Targaryens. They were better than other residents of King's Landing. His cock was too good for any of the court ladies and especially too good for any whore in flea bottom. He might watch though, sometimes when the tension grew too much and he was hard in his breeches days on end he would visit a pleasure house. However, he never fucked a whore. He always stayed disguised in a hooded cloak and plainclothes. He preferred to watch two blondes, as light-haired as he could find, fuck each other while another blonde would take his cock into her throat. But he never spilled his seed in them, the dirty ground was more deserving. While he enjoyed the fantasies he never forgot himself. He did not make eye contact, would not vocalize any pleasure, would not allow them to touch him. What he did enjoy was to wrap their light blond hair around his fingers so he could fuck their drooling mouth even harder, making them gag and whimper around his member.

But he generally did not care to see their faces as it would ruin the fantasy. No one looked as beautiful as his sister. Even the two whores who he would watch fucking he would angle away from himself as to hide their features. He would fuck the third whore's face in time to the other two, telling them to slow or go faster at his own pleasure. Whenever he was on the edge of orgasm he would pull his cock away from the whore's face and stroke himself until he came on the floor. Then he would sometimes permit the whore to lick it off the floor; but only seldom did he allow that.

During his sister's week of wedding celebrations he came across her crying. Aegon had been drunk every night and would molest her, but because she had her moon's blood he would not consummate the marriage. He would leave the bed and likely go assault a maid or pay a whore rather than lay with his new sister-wife. Poor Helaena had been so innocent and carefree. She deserved a far better husband and a far better bedding, or lack thereof. Their parents either didn't see the truth of Aegon or willfully chose to be blind to it. Aemond was the only one there who would stand for her. Unfortunately, he could not openly challenge the elder prince, but he could make a fool of him whenever they were in training with Ser Cole. Even better whenever Helaena chose to attend as their audience.

Month after month, at their mother's chagrin, Helaena was visited by her moon's blood again. Following their marriage Aegon had lost interest and spent his nights in his rooms or out at the brothels. Helaena was grateful to be spared from his attention but knew that it was still her duty to produce more Targaryens. Her younger brother, who seemed to show his sweet side only to her, had taken it upon himself to teach her how to handle a knife. No large blade, only something dainty enough to hide under her skirts. While she would never hurt a fly, or any of the insects in her collection, she enjoyed her training sessions with Aemond.

Helaena had spent most of her childhood in waking dreams or studying entomology; but Aemond, before claiming Vhagar, had spent most of his exploring the keep. In that time much like Daemon he had discovered the hidden passageways. He used them to escape to the pleasure houses and also to sneak into his sister's rooms for her blade lessons. He liked knowing that there were things only known between them. The staff was ever so nosy and it stroked his ego to know that their gossip would never be enhanced by his secrets. Many a day they spoke only of Aegon and how maids were in such high demand, with the young, pretty ones not lasting longer than a few months around his brother.

One night, Aemond proudly told Helaena that her finger dexterity had improved. And that he wished her to try and cut him as a test. He moved slowly on purpose, hoping that her blade would break skin, and it did. She had left a tiny sliver on his neck, but in her shock at the injury her fingers slipped and she nicked a finger as well. Aemond's eyes became dark, enjoying the tiny prick of pain from her cut but also feeling protective at her self-injury.

"Let me see," he took her hand, inspecting it, before bringing her finger to his mouth. He gingerly licked her finger, his lips brushing against her knuckles. Helaena gasped, unknowingly aroused by his touch.

"But you're bleeding as well," she said remorsefully.

She reached to touch his neck but he caught her hand. "My dear sister, I would rather keep it as a badge of honor.

Helaena briefly entered a trance. "Dragon's blood he shall have. 3 heirs she shall bear him. Their bond in shadow shall lie until that day at the god's eye." She shook her head, clearing it of the dream fog. "What did I say?"

Aemond looked down at her, "you spoke of dragon's blood." Helaena didn't question his short answer, he could almost see the thoughts processing clear on her face.

"Kiss me," she stated, looking him in the eye. Without pause he cradled her head and brushed his lips over hers.