❝I am not a dragon, Aemond Targaryen. You may have claimed me as yours, but to think I'd bend that easily? That is beyond foolish.❞
⟼ Ayla Bolton & Aemond Targaryen: bound by marriage, strengthened by love, ignited by madness.
𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘆 |...
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››by your side
I should not be doing this. But I can not stop my legs from pushing me further down the narrow corridor connecting Helaena and Aemond's chambers. The walls are so close to each other that I am afraid one wrong move and I will be stuck in here forever. The connecting door hidden behind a tapestry leaves me wondering how little do I actually know about the Red Keep.
Nevertheless, I snuck behind that bloody tapestry as soon as my brain processed what Helaena had just said. She told me to go. I would not overreact like this If I hadn't seen worry and sadness blended on her face. I would not hurry down this rabbit hole if only I knew nothing bad was happening.
I would not be doing anything like that if it wasn't Aemond.
I found myself facing a plain wooden door, probably hidden as well, but nothing seems to go on behind it. It is deadly silent. Not knowing what to do, and short on breath as well, I give a light knock, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Come." Aemond's voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper that surprises me. The weak carried in it makes my breath hitch. I happen to be walking out of a closet, that is how the door in Aemond's chamber looks like. A plain closet. I push the door open carefully, and I spot what made that noise almost immediately.
It's a mirror. Shattered on the floor. The pieces of glass scattered everywhere glimmer under the pale moonlight.
Aemond stands in front one of the big windows of his chamber, looking at the rain falling, his hands crossed between his back and his mind lost Gods-know-where, totally unbothered by the mess in his bed-chamber: a broken mirror, some books thrown away from a desk that are now floppily opened and lying face down on the floor as well, and a leg of said desk completely bent.
Nothing. He just stares at the drops falling on the window as nothing happened.
Just when I am about to speak, Aemond's voice comes out faster than mine.
"How could she, Helaena?" My heart jumps right to my throat. I really should not be doing this. I am not the one who Aemond hopes to hear from. "She has the beauty, she has the wit, she—" I see his figure in the dim light once again, shaking softly as he stops abruptly from talking, both his hands traveling to his face, before letting out a quiet grunt. I hear him taking a couple of deep breaths. "Sorry, they come and go." I feel guilty but also worried, which is enough to keep me here, waiting for the right words to say, hoping he will not hate me for intruding in his chamber in a moment like that.
Witnessing a moment that was not made for me.
"I am not Helaena." I mutter, breaking the silence in the room. I see his back stiffing, I hear a sharp breath. He still does not turn to me, a part of me screaming I should really go away, leave him, he avoided me all day long for a reason. But there is this other part of me urging me to stay, no matter what.
