KINSLAYER | aemond targaryen x oc
𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍 :
[Noun.] kinslayer (plural kinslayers) (rare, mostly in fantasy fiction) One who slays his or her own kin; a parricide
THE STORY WHERE A TARGARYEN PRINCE FALLS IN LOVE WITH A STARK GIRL, HIS SWOR...
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CHAPTER SEVEN
THERE WAS A TENSION HANGING IN the air between the two. They didn't so much as glance at each other for the beginning of the evening.
The Queen had chosen to seat them together, a sure fire sign of her intentions for the evening.
The newly betrothed couple sat in complete silence, sometimes engaging in conversation with another member of the royal party, but mostly they remained quiet, the uneasiness between them so thick, one could have easily cut it with a knife.
Lyarra was dressed in a dark, forest green gown, with intricate gold designs trailing down the bodice. The neckline of the gown was lower than those on the previous dresses the queen had chosen for her, showing off more of the young woman's chest, but still containing her modesty.
The dress, of course, had once again been a courtesy of Queen Alicent, wanting to ensure her future daughter in-law's loyalty could not be called into question.
The prince was positioned to the right of the girl, the princess Helaena to her left, so that she may have some company throughout the evening.
Her father had been ushered by the servants, to sit alongside Lord Otto, so that the two of them may further discuss certain 'business' matters.
The King was notably absent once more, his condition had worsened greatly over the last days, a fever had began to ravage the already sickly man's body.
Lyarra had been in the middle of a discussion with the princess and Ser Criston, who had been standing by the girl's chair, making sure he was fulfilling his duty as her sworn protector during her visit, when the queen rose from her seat, gently clearing her throat in the hope of gaining the attention of the bodies in the room.
"The Hand and I have an announcement we wish to make to you all." The woman started, Lyarra looked to her father, who had his eyes trained on Aemond, studying the young prince's expression.
Aemond couldn't help but allow his eye to fall upon the woman beside him as his mother started her speech, he noticed the fast pace at which her chest was rising and falling, and the slight fear in her eyes as she looked to her father whom was yet to take notice of the anxieties his daughter was exhibiting.
Without thinking, he reached his hand over to hers, taking it in his.
Lyarra inhaled sharply, surprised by the sudden feeling of another hand on hers.
She looked down, noticing the much larger hand which had taken hold of hers, she gave it a gentle squeeze, as if to thank the prince for his action.
She looked to him for the first time that evening, and was shocked to see his violet eye already staring back at her. A small smile graced her soft, pink lips as she eyed him, her soon to be husband.
