Innocence// AEMOND TARGARYEN ✔️

Chapter Thirty-one

Eirlys' name day celebration was taken care of by Alicent.

Since the princess had made it clear she wouldn't commence with the wedding preparations in the absence of her mother, the queen had decided to shift her attention toward planning the celebrations for her name day instead while she was away visiting Dragonstone.

Everyone seemed rather excited for her name day, especially since she'd been away for the first time.

Eirlys was a gentle and delicate soul, a literal embodiment of a snowdrop, that she was so rightfully named after.

She was in equal measure both beautiful and fierce, just like the snow in the winters. A befitting name indeed.

Aemond had a beautiful gown made for her, a repayment for the one he'd ripped nights before.

It was a lovely lilac gown, a shade that belonged to the family of purple; a colour gained when you mix Targaryen red and Velaryon blue.

The prince had indeed put a lot of thought into this.

The hem of the dress was adorned with the most intricate embroidery of snowflakes, stitched with a silvery thread.

Snow: Eirlys.

Around the hem of the sleeves, a thin ribbon of lace ran that was about an inch wide. It was a beautiful colour of majorelle; a shade of blue.

Majorelle: Velaryon.

At her décolletage, a thin embroidered line ran that was done using a carmine coloured thread; a shade of red.

Carmine: Targaryen

The sleeves of her dress had very dainty and faint flowers embroidered on it with the thinnest and palest threads of sage; a shade of green.

Green: Aemond.

Aemond was rather proud of his gift, or rather, one of his gifts.

He had been giving her jewellery for quite sometime now, without there being any occasion. So gifting her another necklace or ring had become too normal for the prince.

He wanted to do something more special.

So in the time that they spent apart, Aemond took a momentary break from his combat lessons and instead took lessons in dancing.

He was never fond of it, even when his mother had him attend lessons as a child.

'It is just as important' she had told him. But he did not fancy dancing at feasts or gatherings. He preferred to watch.

Aemond was never forced into it after his injury. He himself did not find reason to take any more lessons after it, who would want to dance with the maimed prince?

But now, years later, he wished he'd shown some interest in it.

Aemond used to be rather stiff when he was little, not quiet able to loosen up with the music. And his footwork was as bad as Aegon's infatuation with alcohol.

But his skill in swordplay had aided him in some way. He was much more agile with his footwork, as opposed to him tripping over his own feet when he was younger. All he had to do now was stay in rhythm with the music and keep Eirlys toward his right side and out of his blind spot as much as possible.

He still wasn't very fond it, dancing.

But he knew she liked to dance. Often times, as children, she would tug him by his arm and try her best to persuade him but he shyed away and let Daeron dance with her instead.

He wouldn't let him this time.

While Eirlys was away, Helaena would offer to help with a few lessons, after breakfast or before supper. She knew her brother was adamant on impressing the young princess who she too loved dearly.