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ALYSSA TARGARYEN VENTURED THROUGH THE TRAINING COURTYARD. WHEN SHE ENTERED THE KEEP, SHE COULD HEAR THE WHISPERS AND STARES BUT PAID NO MIND TO IT.
No doubt her parents will figure out that she was here. But first, she must find Jace and Luke.
She could spot a crowd forming around two fighters. Alyssa wasn't interested in them, but in the two dark-haired boys watching.
As she made her way around the crowd, Alyssa could hear the sound of a voice that she didn't miss all too much, "Well done, my Prince." Ser Criston praised the prince, "You'll be winning tourneys in no time,"
"I don't give a shit about tourneys," Aemond told him, imagining it easily how he'd sit atop a horse uneating every knight in the Seven Kingdoms.
He imagines a rapturous crowd and crowing the Queen of Love and Beauty. The one his heart's desire truly lay with a girl he cannot have but desired.
Years have passed since he claimed Vhagar and the day he lost his eye on Driftmark. Since then, he made it his goal to become better. He would one day get back what was taken from him.
Aemond looked at his nephew Luke with a chilling smile. His maimed eye was covered by a patch while the other stared wide-eyed at him menacingly. "Nephews, have you come to train?"
"We've only just arrived Uncle, and you choose to pick fights already?"
People move out of the way and the crowd erupted in whispers once again.
Alyssa Targaryen is dressed in blue and silver battle wear of Velaryon-colored armor. Around her waist rested her sword and dagger. An epitome of a true Valyrian Princess with her hair flowing down on her back with a few simple braids. She would be a vision if she wore red and black.
