𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 | ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ/ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧

-- hey everyone, friendly neighborhood author here! i have some fun stuff planned out for tonight but im gonna need everyone's opinions on it. im going to be doing this chapter in a third person point of view. it will still focus on jeyne's pov, but i wont be using "I" and "me" and such. i will also be including a section in aemond's pov at the beginning just to set up what's going on in this chapter. if people seem to prefer third person compared to first i will go back and change earlier chapters to match as well! --

Aemond Targaryen

[[ 1 day prior to the times of the current chapter. ]]

[[ "What proof do you have that the two are any more than just friends?"

There was an almost threatening tone to Aemond's voice as he spoke. Seeing as it was his mother he was talking to, this was a rare sighting. His fists began to clench lightly as those words left his mouth, a completely unamused expression on his face. Only a few days earlier, Alicent had witnessed a particularly concerning interaction between her eldest son and the Lord Lannister's daughter. Normally she would not have shared this information with anyone, but Aemond was a particularly special case. The Queen saw the way both of her boys were with her. 

"I do not have any specific evidence, but-"

"Then why should I believe a word of what you say?"

Aemond cut her off through the middle of her sentence, his expression remaining mostly blank. It was obvious that Alicent had struck a nerve with the man, which only further confirmed her beliefs. A small grin began to form on the Queen's face, though it disappeared quickly once she realized what exactly this meant. 

"I was there myself, Aemond. You did not see how they look at each other."

"This does not justify them being any more than friends, still."

"Mere friends do not look at each other that way." ]]

[[ Current time ]]

The horrendous sound of metal hitting metal was all that could be heard throughout the lower levels of the castle. Aemond and Ser Cole had decided to cause a scene out in the courtyard this morning, though this was nothing new. The two fought outside, compiling a mass of people which circled around them. 

Jeyne made her way down the stairs from her chambers, heading straight for the courtyard. She hadn't seen Aemond in a few days, which was a little bit worrying, but this would be a great chance to get a few words in. Her feet moved quickly across the floor and out to the yard, her eyes shifting around the groups of people before her gaze finally landed on Aemond. He circled around Ser Cole, his eye lowered. There was something menacing about the way the prince fought. 

He moved like a snake when fighting. He was quick and sharp, using calculated strikes at every chance. Aemond had changed a lot in that aspect. The last time Jeyne had fought Aemond, she had won. That was many, many years ago, though. She slowly made her way through the crowd, standing up on her toes in order to see past all of the heads and waving arms. Aemond seemed incredibly concentrated, but there was something different about the way he was fighting today. His swings were less calculated and it seemed as if he were using his full strength on the knight. 

This was his attempted to let out all of the anger he had built up over a few days. Jeyne continued to watch as he swung his sword at Ser Cole, who had an almost nervous expression on his face. It seemed that even he could pick up on the rage that the prince carried today. His carelessness was working against him, though. Cole easily slid past one of his more reckless swings, side stepping and kicking Aemond's right foot. The prince dropped down to the ground, letting go of his sword in the process. The entirety of the crowd gasped as Aemond was tripped, seemingly surprised by how quickly the prince fell today. 

Aemond's head tilted back up towards Cole as he began to reach back for his sword, though he froze once he realized how quickly the knight had moved to stand in front of him. He held his weapon out towards him, waiting for a, "Yield," from Aemond. He did not speak, though. The prince got back up to his feet, knocking his sword away from him. He wore a furious expression on his face as he glanced over to Cole before turning away from him and walking through the crowd silently. His arms swung dangerously by his sides as he walked back into the castle, his hair moving along with the rhythm of his steps. 

Jeyne quickly glanced over to Cole, who was now staring directly at her. She blinked silently at him before turning away and heading inside after Aemond. He had already begun to head upstairs and towards his room, but Jeyne quickly began to catch up to him. 

Aemond continued to stalk down the corridor to his chambers, his hands moving to the belt that held around his tunic. He took it off with one quick movement, tossing it carelessly into the wall beside him. Jeyne stayed silent still, walking a few good yards behind him. Her eyes widened slightly as he slowly began to pull off the protective under-armor he wore, revealing the pale skin underneath. His back muscles flexed slightly as he threw the leather tunic over his shoulder. Earning a slightly eyebrow raise from Jeyne. Her eyes carelessly scanned over his body, picking up each and every detail she could. She took note of the way his trousers were just a little bit loose around his hips, the way his back tensed as he walked, the way his arms swung confidently by his sides, and the scars that ran along his back. 

It was almost impossible to believe this was the same boy from all those years ago. He suddenly came to a halt outside his chambers, opening the door and slowly walking inside. Aemond lightly swung the door in order to close it, but Jeyne stopped it with her foot. He began to make his way into the room, pausing where he stood as he realized the door never shut. He slowly turned his head, reaching for one of the knives that hung loosely on his pants. At the sight of Jeyne, though, he stopped. His posture adjusted as he turned to fully face her, the same unamused expression on his face. Jeyne's eyes shamelessly wandered across Aemond's lean yet well defined body for a second before her gaze finally met his. 

"I was right, then," Jeyne spoke out to him, a blank tone in her voice. Aemond stared down at her, though he kept a good distance between them. 

"I am the cause of the resentment you showed earlier."

[[To be continued in chapter 12... ]]

-- Aemond got a crazy sleeper build and i wont hear any other opinions fr. anyways, sorry for the little cliff hanger here and the shorter chapter, i just have the most vile headache rn and i literally cannot write. what do we think about a third person narrative? pls pls lmk what y'all like so i can decide how to continue! hope you all have a great rest of your night! --