Tales Of The Heart [Aemond Targaryen]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The Red Keep stood at its full glory, the same as it was three years ago.

The large iron gates were opened for the lords and ladies to join the royals in their celebrations. The guards surrounding the gates made way for us after they bowed.

Moving with my last memory of this place, the castle entrance is straight ahead of me. But before I reached the stairs, a clash of steel grabbed my attention and stopped my feet.

The sounds came from my left. I turned myself toward their direction as I heard another clash. My feet moved as curiosity bubbled in my chest.

"Princess! Where are you going?" Aiday asked but followed me nonetheless.

The sounds of conflict grew louder when I saw a crowd encircling something. Or someone.

As I reached near the people I tried to twist and squeeze myself in a place where I could have a proper insight of what was happening. Aiday took me by my wrist in an open spot of the view.

Two men or maybe knights with their swords out were fighting each other. Why?

Then I glimpsed at my surroundings, weird sand-like ground, shield and all sorts of blades placed on a table, and others fighting as well. I concluded that I had landed myself on training grounds. And they are not fighting, they are training.

Aiday nudged me to focus on the fight in front of me but suddenly people started to cheer. As I tried to get a grip of the situation I saw one knight at the tip of another's blade. Oh! So the knight with silver hair won.

Knight with silver hair? I paled.

I looked at him as he sheathed his sword turning in our direction however, his attention was completely in a different direction.

His leather eye patch came into my vision and instantly a dream from months before crossed my mind.

It was not him...she silently assured herself.

Sensing someone's gaze, Aemond looked up while his pupil dilated.

A stroke of lightning flowed in his entire body as his eye got locked with the same azure eyes, he hoped to see every time someone entered those iron gates.

A shiver full of fear went down Maenya's spine as her eyes found the lone violet eye. The words surrounded her head while her hands squeezed into fists.

"I can be whatever you want me to be." He uttered in the dead of the night.

"Courtesy, Princess," Aiday whispered.

I broke eye contact and looked at the woman beside me as she nudged towards the silver prince. I unclenched my hands and again turned toward him. I picked the sides of my dress and slightly bent in his direction while lowering my head.

He bowed his head.

"Princess?" I took my eyes off the second prince and looked at the knight with a bald head. "The queen is waiting for you."

For the last three years, Aemond Targaryen has wanted nothing more than to know this Velaryon princess. But spotting her at the time of his name day was a surprise indeed.

Ser Harrold made way for her and the handmaiden; however, the princess seemed nervous. She turned a little, enough to glance at me from her peripheral vision. A corner of my mouth lifted at her attempt. But she turned and quickly left the crowd.

This castle finally seems interesting.

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