Tales Of The Heart [Aemond Targaryen]

THE GIRL OF THE WAVE

ACT ONE

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There was something not quite right about the window.

Even with the wood locked in place and the glass tightly shut, the very chill in the air kept whirling around me.

Even with the burning of as much wood as the fireplace can take, even with the smoke visibly surrounding me, even with the metal pan filled with blazing coals tucked under my blanket at a safe distance, to warm my bed...my body wouldn't stop shivering.

For this was no cold that could be dealt with by hiding in a blanket or just standing in the fire.

This is the ache that slowly travels into your body, creeps in your veins, flows in your blood and finally...settles in your bones.

I didn't know what was happening or what I was doing. However, I know one thing for sure; I am not liking it. It's scary and nerve-wrecking.

My constant trembling of bones at last came to rest as the realization of a presence fell upon me. My eyes shot open to see the only thing reaching out to me.

A hand...adorned blue veins on the canvas of smooth and pale skin.

Hand that my insides were burning to hold...to kiss.

It slowly crawled up to my cheekbone and gently stroked it. The warmth immediately rushed inside me, filling each and every bone of my frame. A sigh of relief shot out of me.

I further leaned into his hand, moving my face against his palm.

His palm!

Whose palm?

My eyes fluttered open as I grasped the hand that was slipping from my face. I turned in his direction to see his face but the darkness in the room robbed me of a clear view and restricted me from catching the sight of that considerate person whose single touch filled comfort and warmth in me.

The only light in the room was coming from the fireplace...but due to the greater distance between the bed and the fire it made it difficult to see anything further than a silhouette.

"Who are you?" A query left my mouth.

However, silence was all that I heard.

"Qilōni issi ao?" The same words left my mouth again but this time in valyrian.

And more like a request than a question.

"Nyke kostagon sagon mirros ao jaelagon issa naejot sagon!"

The voice was...as smooth as silk under one's fingertips.

The voice that I have never heard.

The figure leaned down towards me as his index finger came under my chin and raised my head while his moments stopped.

A single violet eye met my blue eyes.

"Issa azure."

Eyes snap open, completely covered in cold sweat while her heart pounds at a frantic speed in her rib cage.

She never knew that someone's presence only in her dream is going to complicate everything.