The Tragic End Of The Peacemaker ➪ Aemond Targaryen

𝕏: 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕

𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: 𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 0𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡, 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ. (You have been warned.)
Italic: High Valyrian

𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕
༆ 126 𝕍ℂ ༆

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Three moons have passed since the prince and princess first indulged in their desires for each other. During those times, prince Aemond has never stopped his nightly visits at his sister's chambers. They soon also became morning visits as well. It was no surprise rumors started to spread about the princess. What made the rumors more surprising was that it was not rumors that involved her brother. Instead, the tells spoke of another man for whom she's been avoiding. She heard of the fight that broke between her friends and it did not please her one bit. Perhaps she was punishing the knight or perhaps her brother alluded her thoughts enough for her to push the bastard knight away.

"May I ask why we're doing this?"

Cecelia stood in front of Daenemera who sat in front of the fireplace. The lady-in-waiting reluctantly handed her a dead rat. The rodents were often found around the castle, they always managed to sneak in from the outside. The princess was surrounded by candles and had a book in front of her only written in Valyrian. It was titled, "The way of blood." Her legs were crossed, and she made a disgusted face when she took the rat by its tell and threw in into the fireplace. The flames scorched the deceased body until it turned to ash and there was nothing left to burn.

"Because I stopped having dreams."

"Dreams? More like nightmares and isn't that good? I thought you hated the things you saw."

"Once everything in my dream was fulfilled a new one would come into view. However, not this time. That has never happened."

"What was the last thing you saw in the dream."

"My death." She said plainly causing Cecelia's mouth to drop open. She couldn't believe how unbothered Daenemera was about her possible path.

"Well, we need to tell someone! It's a crime to kill a member of the royal family!"

"Shh!" She places her index finger over her hand. "The only person who would believe me is Aemond and telling him would not be suitable at the moment."

"You both already fucked, what other day would be more suitable than now." She spoke in a hushed voice.

"We did not.... fuck." She mumbled before returning her voice in a normal volume. "We only...talked and that's not what's important. We need to figure out who's trying to kill me."

"I was not born yesterday, Mera." She spoke her nickname with a deep voice attempting to impersonate Aemond which sounded nothing like him. Daenemera opened and closed her hand towards Cecelia.

"The dagger." Cecelia looked off to the side sucking in her teeth trying to look around her surroundings.

"You lost it, didn't you?" The brown-haired woman didn't say anything and instead held her hand up in the air.

"Haha, off to find a new bloody dagger." Daenemera huffed when Cecelia left the room and turned to head to see that the dagger was left on a chair next to her.