Ire And Desire - Aemond Targaryen

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Yelaena had just arrived in Pentos after an exhausting and very long journey. As she was climbing down Aegarax's saddled back, her eyes caught her mother's figure. She was standing in front of the gate, solemn, hands behind her back and face bare of all emotion. The Targaryen walked her way, maintaining eye contact while ridding herself of her gloves.

"You're back." The older woman stated, unfazed.

"I am." Yelaena answered in the same monotonous tone.

After a moment of staring at each other, both women burst out laughing, then held each other in a warm embrace. Naerys sighed in contentment, relishing in the scent of her beloved child, struggling to keep her tears of joy from spilling as she caressed the girl's hair.

"Have you any idea how much I have missed you?"

"I think I do, muña; you needn't strangle me to prove it." The young royal jested.

Lady Dortigar drew back and allowed her enough space to breathe, the largest smile gracing her lips; however, the grip she had on her upper arms remained firm, afraid that if she were to completely let go, her daughter would vanish.

The latter noticed the tears tracing their path down her mother's cheeks and was quick to erase them with her thumbs. They both closed their eyes and basked in each other's presence, foreheads touching.

"I am here now." The Princess whispered reassuringly.

"Iksis ñuha riña drējī arlī lenton?" Said a deep masculine voice.

Is my girl truly back home?

"Issa. Se ziry maghatan lēda zirȳla naenie vestriarzira naejot ivestragon."

She is. And she brought with her many stories to tell.

Yelaena turned around and was met by her father. She did not waste time before running in his direction and throwing herself into his welcoming open arms. Prince Vhaenar carried her as if she weighed nothing and spun her around in circles, just like he used to do when she was a child. His wife couldn't help but silently cry again at the view, the laughter of the pair made her heart swell and instantly filled the void her daughter's departure had caused a few moons prior.

The Princess returned home at last.

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Yelaena's family and way of living were unconventional in many aspects. They led a discreet existence. Their manse was located in a secluded area, grand and luxurious enough for a merchant, but not fit for Targaryen royalty.

They had very few servants whom her mother had chosen with great care, each of them trustworthy and devoted to the household. They all have been around for as long as the Princess was able to recall, and they happened to have a set of very strict rules to follow, most of them being privacy related. She blamed it on her parents' paranoia.

The sun had finally set, leaving its seat for the slender crescent moon to occupy. After bathing, changing her clothes, and having a well-earned rest, the white-haired dragon headed to the eastern wing.

A guard was standing at the door of the Prince's quarters.

"It is both a pleasure and a relief to see you back safe and unharmed, Princess."

"Thank you, Illyrio, Is he still awake?"

"He is."

The guard moved to open the door leading to the bedchambers. Before entering them, Yelaena turned to the young man and handed him a small velvet pouch.

"Delights from Volantis, your favourites, if my memory serves me well."

The guard's grin illuminated the darkest parts of the manse. The Targaryen girl ranked it as the second-best reaction she was able to provoke that day, the first position being held by the cook's scream of joy when she gifted her a box of rare spices from her homeland in Qarth.