When asked to join her cousin, Sir Harwin Strong, back to Kings Landing she meets the Targaryens, changing her life and Aemond the one eyed forever.
Aemond Targaryen X OC
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55# in Aem...
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Aemond felt like that of a child after being scolded by his mother after not showing for dinner. "Aemond. Do. Not. Be. Doing. Something. You. Should. Not!" Alicent says, slapping in on the arm lightly with every word, her angry mother facade failing miserably when a small smirk across on her face.
"Mother?" Aemond laughs airily at his mothers face. "I would never do such a thing, can I not spend time with my dear -friend," he says, a slither of a pause hanging in the air when he call her a 'friend'.
She was not. She was so much more than that.
"That girls life has been hard enough, I do not want your moody antics to ruin her that's all?" Alicent says questioning her words, forgetting why she even tried to scold the boy anyway. In fact she was happy to see a more 'obvious' development in their 'friendship', as every time they are together they end up becoming forgetful of the world around them, forcing their family to witness a raw and innocent love, which they have yet to notice.
"Now go and get ready, the Velaryons are coming!" Alicent says, leaving the room swiftly.
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The evening creeped upon the castle, Rhaenyra hand her family had settled into Kings Landing, and it seemed everyone was readying themselves for dinner. Apart from Aemond who sat on the bed on Kyannis, reading a book while she bathed.
Exiting the bathroom, she stood with a robe around her, To wrapped up in the pages in front of his eyes, the man had yet to notice the girl stood watching him.
She revels in the moment, the way he looked so at peace and calm as he read, the way his pale chest was exposed from not doing up his leather tunic all the way, the way his chest rose as he breathed the same air as her, the way his nose and jaw sat sharp, the way his hair was for once loose around his shoulders, the way he sat leant against her bed, one leg keeping his book raised as the other lay flat, he wreaked of masculinity.
And as she stood, her wet body leaving a puddle on the floor, much like the night before, she felt a storm rising inside of her as a very dangerous thought passed through her head.
She was in love.
Kyannis Strong loves Aemond Targaryen.
Neither of the pair, both to busy to notice were shocked when the maid entered her room.
"Lady, you have to get- oh you're Prince, my apologies for I did not see you." She says shocked looking from the girl to Aemond.
"You must be covered, oh woman go, go!" She says rushing to the girl, shooing her into the bathroom, leaving Aemond to stare at the puddle, his thoughts going to when her saw her behind bare.
A deep groan left his throat as he adjust his trousers.
"Your Prince!" The maid says, dipping her head down as she leaves the girls room.
