ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇʀ- ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

[026]

[𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙨𝙞𝙭]
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

—AMARA SHIFTED AROUND SLIGHTLY IN THE BED STIRRING, before her eyes shot open in a panic. She was lying on her back, one arm above her head and the other holding onto the arm that was draped around her waist gently. She looked down, frowning as she realised that it was somebody else holding onto her, and then moved her hand away from him suddenly.

She looked at the man lying next to her. Aemond was lying on his stomach, one arm tucked underneath his pillow and the other across her.

She felt a slight tingle in her stomach by the way he was holding her so carelessly as if he had done it in thousand times before, as if he was used to it.

She thought of the fact that perhaps his arm had been caressing her for hours as they both slept unconsciously. They had started on opposite ends of the bed, and yet somehow had both been drawn to each other to the middle.

And she also hated the fact that not even ten seconds later, a lady with long shiny black hair, with stripes of faint grey forced the door open with a loud creak, causing Amara to sit up and stiffened in her position as she remembered they were merely borrowing the bed.

She almost immediately regretted their decision by not returning to the village, but then she quickly remembered how Eryx's screeching sounded like. He needed her help, and she would most definitely find him.

Aemond wasn't unconscious for long, however, as the loud clattering from the door being opened forced him to sit upright and glare at the person entering the hut. He frowned at the lady, before looking down at Amara sitting besides him with a panicky expression.

The lady paused mid entrance and slowly put down a basket she was holding, and watched the two strangers sit in her bed, in her blankets. She slowly pulled of her black cloak, which showed her face with slight wrinkles, and piercings green eyes. She scanned the room and saw how nothing was taken but that there was clothes placed in front of the fireplace to dry and heat up.

"Whoever has entered my home?" The lady spoke with a crooked voice, as she slowly shut the door in both shock and confusion.

"Uh—" Amara didn't know what to tell her. "We weren't stealing," Amara blurted out in a rush. "We—"

"You should only speak for yourself." The woman's baritone voice fell several octaves as he focused two narrowed eyes on Aemond.

From dealing with her mother, Amara knew it was best not to appear guilty.

Don't look at Aemond.

Yet she couldn't help but glance.

"I knew it!" said the woman.

Aemond reached for Amara, as if to pull her out of the bed.

"Oh no, don't rush! I'm only jesting," the stranger called, and Aemond faltered his movement with a deep frown. "Amara Velaryon," The strange lady whispered for herself, but Aemond and Amara heard and exchanged a slightly concerned glance with one another. "And Aemond Targaryen."

"Who the hell is she?" Spoke Aemond only for Amara to understand. She glanced at him briefly before she looked back at the lady who glared at Aemond.