Eye of The Dragon, Aemond Targaryen

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𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 for Alicent had locked the Princess in her chambers. "You should feel lucky I'm not locking you up in the dungeons," she said afterwards, as if that was supposed to be a kindness. She passed her days by practicing her throw with Wicked Eye. She was a good fighter, but she was at a disadvantage if she were to be attacked from far away. Aelora never quite figured out how to make her throw perfect. She had practiced with her father, who would throw his dagger effortlessly against his target. But when Aelora tried it, her dagger would not even fly near it. She grew angry with herself for being such a failure. Daemon told her the secret was to loosen your grip, but that would result in Wicked Eye almost piercing through her own foot.

"Try not to break this one down, Princess." Aelora shifted her gaze to the guard behind her. "I will try my best," she chuckled. The guard bowed to Aelora before locking the door behind him.

A few days ago, when the news of Aelora locked up in her chambers reached Aemond's ears, he simply snapped. He ordered every guard at her door to walk away. The guards argued with the prince, they were here on orders of the Queen, not his. Aemond grew impatient with them, all he wanted was to see Aelora, and no one was going to stand in his way. He took his sword and pierced it right through the guards's necks, all three of them at once. They fell down in an instant, thrashing like fish on dry land. Aemond kicked them out of the way and attempted to open the door.

"It is locked," Aelora said.
"Hm."

He threw his whole body against the door. With all his weight put behind it, the door broke down immediately. Aelora looked wide eyed at the man in front of her. "I told you, Princess, I'm not leaving your side."

Aelora made up a lie by telling everyone that she simply practiced fighting too hard. "If you would let me out, I'd be able to train in a proper setting," she spat at the Queen. Alicent tilted her head slightly down, "break as many doors as you want, you are staying where you are."

The Princess let herself fall down on her bed, not knowing that only a few chambers away the Princess Rhaenys was stuck in the exact same position.

The shouts of hundreds of people sounded through Aelora's window. The Princess stood up and watched the people of King's Landing running through the streets in a hurry. Something was happening, she could feel in in the pit of her stomach. Something awful was going to take place any minute, and Aelora was powerless.

Aelora stood in front of the door, measuring the distance. How hard could it be to break down? She exhaled before taking a few steps back. She shook her head, "don't be a weakling." The Princess ran straight to the door, her side bouncing against the wood. But alas, she fell on the floor while the door remained locked. The door did budge, but it was not enough. Her right arm throbbed from the impact, angering her in the process. She decided to go with option B, the slightly more dangerous option. She pulled the sheets from her bed and tied it around the ends. Aelora opened the window, her mouth opened in shock as she saw how far up she actually was. She shook off all anxious thoughts and continued with her plan. She threw the other end of the sheets down the window. It didn't quite reach the ground, but it was far enough down for Aelora to survive the jump.

Aemond, however, found himself to be in a more tricky situation. He had to listen to his brother flaunting of how he would become King in the matter of a few hours. Aegon drank his wine like it was water, it almost looked like he had become immune to the taste. Aemond thought about Aelora, he always thought about her. He thought about how she didn't know her grandsire had passed away. Or how his brother would steal her mother's Throne - Rhaenyra's birthright. Aemond knew Aegon was not the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, but if he wanted to help Aelora he needed to be as unsuspicious as possible.