Mastermind // Aemond Targaryen (1)

15. On my knees?

"You live in the castle... are you a prince?" Uri asked as the people bowed before him. "Should I get on my knees next time?" Uri mused licked her lips.

"Dear Gods yes." Aemond told her is a rasp as he tried to remember to breathe. Uri chuckled as she leaned into him, Aemond kept a hold of her hand.

"I think I need a tour then of this magical castle." Uri told him.

"My prince, are you here to train?"

"Come on, Uri." Aemond lead her into the courtyard.

"Wow this is cool. Legit castle." Uri remarked. "And real knights in shining armor that's fun."

"I want to show my skills." Aemond told her.

"I think I already saw your skills." Uri reminded him. "Multiple times... im not complaining though." She smiled innocently back at him but he saw the fire in her eyes.

"Come on, I'm going to show off for you." Aemond told her and Uri nodded as he held to her hand leading her to the center of the court yard.

"Real knights in shining armor!' Uri declared. "this place is cooler than Alfea. Silva would be jealous of these weapons." Uri said touching the tip of a spear.

"Careful." Aemond whispered as he got his blade out.

"I'm quite skilled, remember?'

"With fire." Aemond breathed against her neck. "I don't know how well you can handle a blade or spear yet."

"I say we have another one on one session." Uri offered.

"Yes." Aemond agreed immediately his hand on her hip as the blades clashed behind him.

"Ready my prince?'

"I mean he clearly doesn't see we are having a moment." Uri whispered pulling on his belt keeping him closer to her.

"Plenty of time for that." Aemond assured. Uri moved to the outside of the circle as Aemond began. He was magnificent.

''Smaller than I remember." Jace and Luke were walking the courtyard while the men were training. It had been years since they were last at kings landing.

''It looks exactly the same.' Luke countered

''Ah, Luke, come on.'' Jace said leading him around a smile on his face. ''See? I told you this would still be here." He picked up a sword, one of the old swords from when they were training as children.

''And you thought you could swing Criston's morning star.''

''And you almost took your own head off.'' Luke counted. ''What's your problem?''

''Everyone's staring at us.'' Jace told him as his eyes shifted around.

''Hyah!'' they heard the men dualling behind them.

''No one would question me being heir to Driftmark... if... if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong.'' Jace hissed

''It doesn't matter what they think.'' Luke reminded him, they heard a crowd cheering and a not so distant grunting they ran forward to get a better look as the crowd gasped. Aemonds sword whooshed through the air. Jace and Luke stepped up behind Uri as she clapped happily hooting proudly. Aemond smiled back at her. Aemond winked at her as she continued to clap.

"Well done, my Prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time." Aemond smiled as the crowd applauded him.

''I don't give a shit about tourneys." Aemond remarked then he saw Jace and Luke staring at him ''Nephews... have you come to train?''

+

''Open the gate!"

''Hold your nerve, my Queen.'' Otto remarked. ''What we do, we do for the good of the realm.''

"I must confess a certain uneasiness now this is at hand." Alicent remarked. ''He may yet live.''

''But we must be prepared if he does not.'' Vaemond remarked.

"The realm has enjoyed a long peace, a credit to the work of both Jaehaerys and Viserys, but the threat of war looms and may arrive on our shores." Otto told her ''When it does, will you want a child at the command of the greatest fleet in Westeros?''

''We must, of course... act in the interest of our subjects.'' Alicent agreed

''The next Lord of the Tides will be deeply in your debt, Your Grace. As will Driftmark... in all its strength." Vaemond encouraged.