ELLIPSISM, aemond targaryen

[037] only today

THE DAYS IN King's Landing seemed to be exactly the same due to the weather that never seemed to change and was still gloomy and cold. After waking up, Aemma didn't even have to look out of her chamber window to know that she wouldn't see even a hint of the sun breaking through the dark clouds from which, however, still not a drop of rain had fallen.

It was the same now when Aemma, after changing her clothes, walked out with Aemond, with her sword at her side and her coat thrown over her shoulders, as she assumed she would be cold due to lack of sleep. She was lucky that she did, because as soon as she followed Aemond out she wanted to turn around and go back to her room where she would hide under the warm blankets until Baela came to wake her up.

Aemond, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the cold temperatures or the sky still full of stars. His calmness and composure even made Aemma wonder if Aemond wasn't like this all the time, training with Cole before sunrise. Given that she was informed of his increased interest and (though she didn't like to admit it) saw that his swordsmanship was admirable, it made sense.

Still, she couldn't help the irritated thoughts in her head as she followed him to the beach below the Red Keep, her boots digging into the sand and glaring at his back as she pulled her coat closer. But as she watched Aemond walk in front of her, a wave of nostalgia hit her and suddenly she was a child again, walking the beaches of Driftmark in search of the legendary dragon she had heard about for as long as she could remember.

And Aemma remembered that moment often and fondly. Not only because she saw Vhagar with her own eyes or because it was the first time Aemma was truly free, it was also one of the few good moments in her life that she shared with Aemond. Moments when the arguments sounded like simple teasing, when they felt like the children they could never be because of their parents, and both of them were what they really were.

Not the Prince and the Princess. Just Aemond and Aemma.

"Hurry up," Aemond called, not turning his head to look at her and not even slowing down so she could catch up with him.

All the nostalgia and pleasant memories left her and she scoffed, but she picked up her pace to warm herself when she felt a chill run down her spine.

Aemond only slowed down when they reached a part of the beach that was not affected by the wind as much due to the rocks which protected it. That's when he finally stopped and put his sword on the ground, then he dropped the coat he was wearing from his shoulders and when he turned back to Aemma he saw that she was looking at him with eyes wide from shock as if his second eye reappeared suddenly.

"What?" he raised an eyebrow.

Aemma shook her head in disbelief. "How can you be without a coat in such a cold weather?"

Aemond let out a small scoff and bent down to pick up his sword. "If I were you I would do the same, it will limit you in the fight."

"If I do, I'll be as cold as ice in a minute," Aemma grumbled under her breath.

"Fighting is a physical activity, you warm up quickly," Aemond told her before a smirk appeared on his face. "But if you are worried that you are too slow and won't warm up, then I agree that you should keep it."

Aemma glared at him and then as Aemond predicted she stuck her sword into the ground and took off her coat which she threw at Aemond's.

She then turned to him and threw her arms up. "There. Happy?"

With another gust of wind blowing her silver hair around her face, Aemma shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself while rubbing her shoulders with her palms to warm herself up. She closed her eyes and let out a sharp breath that turned into a white cloud, but almost immediately disappeared in the wind.