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"I THINK the lady has had enough."
You'd recognize that voice anywhere. A wave of comfort washed over you as you turned to find Aemond staring down the man in front of you. He was without his eyepatch, unusual for him. His scar glinted menacingly in the moonlight. Aemond's eyes flickered to yours for a moment, seeing the fear in them, before he made a not-so-subtle gesture to the sword at his side.
"Aemond. Of course you'd ruin the fun." Castellan pursed his lips, meeting Aemond's dangerous stare. "He's your little puppy." His attention turned back to you and you shrunk under his gaze.
There were few people willing to mess with Aemond anymore and by extension most people didn't mess with you, knowing that Aemond had a soft spot just for you, but Castellan never seemed to learn his lesson. You could never tell if Castellan truly fancied you or he just enjoyed riling up Aemond. Either way, you'd courteously entertained his kindness like a lady should, until he'd whisked you outside tonight and his intentions had taken a darker turn. You stumbled a few steps back, searching for the safety of Aemond. Aemond took the initiative to step solidly in front of you, blocking off Castellan.
You watched the man eye Aemond with disgust, and for a moment you wondered if he would truly try to fight him here and now. Castellan let out an unsettlingly jovial laugh.
"You know she doesn't like you, right, Aemond? She's just being polite because you're a prince." Castellan's smirk glinted wolfishly in the sparse light. The only sound in the courtyard was your sharp intake at the accusation. Aemond didn't offer so much as a flinch. His hand remained readied on the hilt of his sword. Castellan finally stepped back, turning away from the two of you with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Aemond waited patiently for him to clear the courtyard before turning to you. His face was unreadable, per usual.
"Are you alright?" He stepped towards you, lowering the hand from the sword at his side. Instinctively you rushed into his space, tilting your head to look up at the tall man.
"Yes, thanks to you." You set a gentle palm on his forearm. "Thank you, Aemond."
His arm snaked through your hand until his fingers grasped yours. He lifted the other one in waiting and you took it without hesitation as he clutched them both in front of you. His eyes trailed to your conjoined hands. It choked you with emotion. How soft he was with you. How he cared enough to follow you after Castellan stole you away.
He returned those vicious fox eyes to your face. Tonight, with the lack of his eye patch, you were caught in the tractorbeam that was his stare. You hadn't realized how much composure Aemond was forced to keep until you were staring at his exposed pale eye. Through it you could see him devouring you whole without pause.
"You looked beautiful tonight," he murmurs into the silence of the courtyard. ——— WORD COUNT 515
