Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 Being the last to arrive to the throne room all eyes are already on us, speculation filling the air with every step we made.
At first I tuck Elaena to my side but only as a gentleman of the realm would. I want to shield her from their stares but she proves to be more brave than I give her credit for.
"They watch because you escort me, Aemond. Let me go," She whispers, squeezing my arm reassuringly but I don't move away from her, uneager to let her go as she asks.
"Let them watch. Maybe Cregan Stark will hear news you're spoken for and return North where he belongs." I respond under my breath, at first worried for her reaction but she only grins at my antics.
"Careful, my prince. Your possessiveness is beginning to show,"
"Oh my love, I haven't even begun to possess you yet." I whisper with a grin close to her ear before leaving her with her family and approaching mine whom witnessed everything.
I manage to avoid the eyes of my disapproving mother and grandfather by staring head on at my siblings, Aegon and Heleana.
Smirking at me as I come to stand behind him, Aegon turns with a knowing smile.
"It's the Princess is it? She's grown into quite the woman. Are you willing to share the bastard girl, little brother?" His smirk could tempt any man into murder, and I just might with what he's suggesting.
"I'd rather ship you off to Essos and spare us all the trouble of your insolence." I growl, my hands twitching as I hold them behind my back to prevent me from strangling him.
Stealing a glance at Elaena, she stands next to her true father Daemon. Her face is solemn and unreadable as she pays close attention to my grandfather as he begins the proceedings but I barely hear a word he says.
"For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the sky, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell upon Valyria our houses became the last of their kind. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brothers seat. I am Lord Corlys closest kin, his own blood. The true blood of House Valyria runs through my veins."
"As it does is my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your houses blood Ser Vaemond you would be not so bold as to try to supplant it's rightful heir. You only speak for yourself-" Rhaenyra's patience wears thin as the tide changes, her sons birthright slipping through her grasp.
"You have chance to make your own petition Princess Rhaenyra. Do give Ser Vaemond the courtesy of his being heard." My mother sounds out, ever the voice of reason on the side always opposite of her daughter by law.
"What do you know of Velaryon blood princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house not yours." He grits his teeth at her and Elaena steps forward her eyes spinning with white hot fire but she's pulled back by Daemon who whispers something in her ear to calm her.
