KINSLAYER | aemond targaryen x oc
𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍 :
[Noun.] kinslayer (plural kinslayers) (rare, mostly in fantasy fiction) One who slays his or her own kin; a parricide
THE STORY WHERE A TARGARYEN PRINCE FALLS IN LOVE WITH A STARK GIRL, HIS SWOR...
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CHAPTER ONE
THE SOUND OF SWORDS CLASHING rung throughout the courtyard of the palace. Every so often a small cheer would erupt from the crowd, which had gathered nearby to watch.
They were gathered in the courtyard of the Red Keep, the large red stone brick walls towering above them. The air was warm, a slight breeze blew through the area, rustling the hair of the bystanders.
Aemond Targaryen, the second born son of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, was in the middle of a sparing match with Ser Criston Cole of the Kings Guard, his sword clanging against the mace the older man was swinging in his direction.
A loud crunch was heard, with wooden splinters flying in every direction, followed by the low clunk of Aemond's shield hitting the ground at their feet.
The knight swung for the prince with his weapon, but the younger man's reflexes were quick, as he dodged out of the way of Criston's blows.
The silver haired prince regained his footing, swinging his sword back and forth trying to land a blow on the highly skilled, but tiring, knight.
As Aemond lunged towards Criston, his sword connected with the chain of Cole's mace. The younger man swiftly flipped his sword around in his hand, holding it to Criston's throat, showing the crowd that he was the winner of the duel.
Criston looked to him, a pleased and proud look in his eye, "Well done, my prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time."
The boy looked to him, "I don't give a shit about tourneys." He spoke, his violet eye scanning the courtyard, before falling back to the man before him.
His victory was short lived as the guards began shouting orders to one another.
Aemond watched as the gates into the courtyard were opened, revealing a small carriage, escorted by a dozen men on horse back.
His eye flicked to the banner which was hung from the door of the carriage. He instantly recognised it.
The banner of House Stark was an easy one to remember, the grey head of a direwolf was a stark contrast against the white and green background on which it sat.
The crowd around him murmured, whispering about the rumours they had heard regarding the reason for their visit. But, Aemond payed them no mind, his eye watching as the carriage came to a halt.
A small smirk played on his lips as he watched the guards open the door. He was curious to see the people within, he had heard rumours regarding Lord Cregan Stark and his family, some people went as far as to say the Starks were hideous beasts, many of them resembling the wolf which represented their house, with hair covering more of their bodies, than not. Nonetheless, the man was still curious to see them for himself.
