Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

To Satisfaction

Chapter Thirteen~ To satisfaction

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Rhaella hated family feasts. They were always so dull. Everyone sat around food waiting for someone to talk. Nobody ever did.

So she decided she'd head in late, Changing her Green gown to one of a deep rouge. She left her hair down so that it hung down her back in a series of white waves.

"You're late." Aemond said from the doorway.

The princess didn't turn to him, instead she pushed her earrings in.

"As are you you seems." She replied pulling on her slipper.

"Mother sent me to find you." He walked further into the room watching her from next to the fireplace. "You look different."

It was true, she had always worn green or blue, under the orders of her mother, always had her hair pulled from her face.

But it was her bare neck Aemond was referring to. She wasn't wearing his necklace. She always wore that necklace.

"I know." She stated, leaning back on her bed and staring at him.
She knew the necklace being missing would annoy him, but she couldn't help but feel collared. Like a dog.

And while an owner may have many dogs, a dog could have only one owner.

But she was a princess. She belonged to nobody.

"Why?" He asked still staring at her neck.

She sighed then. "What do you want Aemond?" she said bored of this game they were playing.

Targaryen's were always said to be the graces of Gods. Beautiful creatures, crafted from clouds in the heavens. And how beautiful she was. He saw her under the burning orange light from the various candles in the room, the flickering lights reflected in her eyes like little orange stars. She was his own personal galaxy.

"Why aren't you wearing it." Aemond finally asked, finally asking her the question that had been itching away at him.

She smirked at him. "I did not want to." She went to stand up,
but he stalked over towering above her as she sat back down.

"Do you want him?" Aemond questioned without elaborating.

Rhaella stared at him her face blank. "Want who?"

"Daemon." Aemond replied.

Rhaella laughed. "Are you jealous, Aemond?" She stood making him take a step back.

"Do you want him?" He repeated.

She chuckled stroking his cheek, he leant into her touch, and then she whispered in his ear.

"We're late."

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The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. They'd arrived just before the king. Each taking a place at the table.

Aemond took the head of the table, pulling the a chair from next to his grandfather and placing it on his right. Rhaella sat there, Aegon to her right with Helaena next to him.

"How good it is to see you all tonight." Viserys began, his gold mask hiding half of his face. "Together."

Alicent took her husbands hand. "Prayer before we begin?" The king muttered an agreement. "May the Mother smile down in this gathering with love." Rhaella's eyes remained open. "May the smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long." She caught the eyes of her nephew, she sent a scowl his way and he shut his eyes tightly. Aemond seemed concentrated, so she shifted her gaze to Aegon who was staring at her already smirking. She couldn't help but snigger,
Alicent had banned her and Aegon from sitting near each other during dinners, claiming they caused too much trouble near one another. "And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest." Her purple eyes met Daemons then, catching his own small laugh at the mention of the murdered man.