ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇʀ- ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

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[𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣]
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

—CREGAN STARK HAD HIS HAND FIRMLY ON Amara's waist, and the other holding her hand in the air, guiding her throughout the dance floor. There was plenty of times Amara was almost about to trip, but Cregan tried his best to keep her steady and standing up.

They flowed out on the cold stone floor with multiple of eyes on the two, as they hadn't been seen together in public before this matter. Though it was well known how close the two were as friends.

Down by the feasting table, Aemond sat in between his brother, Aegon and Baela Velaryon who would want to be sitting anywhere else than close to the two Targaryen brothers as Aegon had continued on commenting how he could satisfy her well enough if she pleased him to do so.

Lucerys sat by his mother and Joffrey along with his beloving bethroed, Rhaena whom smiled so dearly at him at the other side of her, seeming to be young and in love with Lucerys as he was speaking.

Rhaenyra was fiddling with her son, Joffrey's hair whom was still sitting her lap, growing suddenly tired by her touch, and closing his eyes gently. Rhaenyra glanced around the hall from her chair every now and then looking for Amara, dancing with Cregan and Daemon who was chatting with the guests around the large hall.

Jacaerys had taken Helaena's hand once again and was dancing with her close enough to Amara and Cregan. Baela didn't feel bothered by the two's closeness, she found it rather cute how he treated her with such kindness that her husband couldn't fathom.

Baela turned to look at her cousin, Aemond besides her and she noticed how Aemond's jaw was clenched strongly, as he had his eye fixated on something on the dance floor, or rather a someone.

Baela followed his glare and saw the brown-bearded man who lifted the cheerful princess up in the air, causing her to giggle adorably, claiming more eyes on them than there already were.

Aemond watched as Cregan carelessly spun her around with a huge smile on his face, nearly making it seem as if he was claiming her as his own. Cregan pulled her close to him again after they elegantly spun around one another, and placed his hand on her waist where the black dress was tightened, only making her more unresistable for anyone else.

Aemond's hand tightened around his wooden chair, making it whiten by the loss of blood and his veins pop out slightly more than before, as his other hand held his chin that was resting. The bones in his hands were visible, as the veins were only more prominent on his arm that was gripping on hardly.

He didn't know why he cared so much, after all she was a bastard and that would never change. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her ever since she had visited the last time? Or ever since he was so close to her he could nearly taste her as his hands were by her throat.

Perhaps it was because he felt the tiniest bit of guilt inside him from the last time?

Baela rolled her eyes at the sight of the jealous boy. "Remove your eye from the princess, cousin." Spoke Baela, leaning back in her chair and looking at Aemond.

Aemond didn't turn to look at her, but it was visible that his attention was on the girl besides him. "Or what?" He threatened, with a rather unpleasant attitude I'm his words.