Tales Of The Heart [Aemond Targaryen]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It's a bit sad.

Every night, I struggle with my dreams. But when the night ends, I'm left feeling helpless because I can't change what happens. In these dreams, I fight for someone else's fate, only to stand in a corner, tears in my eyes.

Why do I see these dreams if I can't do anything about them?

I'm trying to find a way to stop having these dreams. But for now, all I can do is stay awake.

Sitting by the window, I'm waiting for the sun to come up. There's a book on the table, its pages turning as the candles flicker. The story inside is getting closer to the end.

The book has been just like its title "Sweet Faith". I first wondered what is so sweet about faith that someone wrote a book on it...but now I know the exact answer to my question.

There's always something sweet about the faith you have in yourself. When you do something just because you trust yourself to do it.

So the moral of the story is to listen to your gut. It'll immensely help you in decision-making.

And just like that the night passes and the day begins as the sun starts to show up.

I hurriedly started to get myself in order for Aiday. I blew out the candles, put the book back on the shelf, and tucked myself in the sheets as I pretended to be asleep for her.

If she caught me, there would be a raven on its way to Dragonstone.

In which she'll also mention that the silver prince escorting me to my solar and then father would be riding on Caraxes to King's Landing only to repeat what he told me on the shore before I left.

"Just because he has Vhagar, that doesn't make him your friend."

It wasn't his words that weirded me out. It was his tone and expressions that screamed seriousness. Most of our conversations are playful but he was damn serious about this.

"Rise up and see the bright opportunities that come along every sunrise." And here she comes.

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I try to stay away from the things that involve a lot of people and it's going to stay a problem as long as people consider me hideous.

Of Course, the person who did this, who deprived me of my eye, isn't at fault.

The fault is mine that I am carrying this scar on my face. It's funny how people use only a scar which I got while trying to defend myself, to predict my character.

I have only seen two things in people's eyes towards me...one is sympathy which makes my blood boil while the other is fear, which I certainly enjoy.

But she had none of those two things in her eyes.

She wasn't sorry about my injury nor was she scared of me.

People have a problem with my presence, especially females. On the events, where I have to court someone on my mother's command, they find it difficult to talk to me while some just refuse to even meet my eyes.

But there is also a special kind of female who goes to any extent just to secure a place next to me and make their family close to the throne.

The kind that surprises me are the ones who are interested in seeing my bedroom...and I have been taught a gentleman never refuses a lady.

The Valyrian princess would neither face any problem speaking to me nor would she be willing to see my bedroom.

She was talking to me last night but her body language screamed cautious. She was constantly moving her eyes to her surroundings and then to me as if trying to make sure I was taking her to the right place and not kidnapping her.