When Love Lasts (Aemond Targaryen)

✧ Waking up ✧

The central room.

A group of people gathered at one table.
My family headed by me and opposite us Cregan with his members of a small council.

Before he started talking, Cregan cleared his throat and broke the loud silence.

  - Finally, let's talk about the main reason why you are here. Your Grace, my most loyal men are in front of you.

They all had serious expressions on their faces. True northerners tall, strong and ready to fight.
I nodded my head as a sign of approval that he could continue.

  - As you know Winterfell and the Wall are separated by a short distance, so you know we are the first to receive information from them. Some of my people are on the Wall and I assure you that all information come from reliable sources.

  - Get to the point.

I told him with a harsh tone because he can't get to the point.

  - Fair enough. The words of my house are no longer just words your Grace, winter is coming and it will conquer everything before it. Army of the Dead...

A sneer from my men interrupted Cregan's speech. I gave them a foreboding look.

  - I apologize on behalf of my frivolous men. Cregan is talking if you don't like what he is saying you are free to leave the room, all four of you. Disrespect will not be tolerated.

  - Thank you my Queen. To continue, the Army of the Dead is what the people on the Wall call them.

  - Are you sure it's not wildlings?

  - I'm sure.

  - You saw with your own eyes?

  - No your Grace, but I can tell you with confidence that it is not the work of men. Something is happening, something bad.

  - Good enough, and if I decide to trust you, what will you expect from me?

  - What you promised when you accepted the crown and the role of Queen. To help the kingdom.

After this statement Aemond broke his silence.

  - Why do you feel the need to remind the Queen of her role and duty?

A tension arose that never really went away. During all this time spent in Winterfell, we were constantly accompanied by tension and nervousness. The Cregan men fidgeted in their seats. Aemond sat next to me with his hand resting on the table.

  - I am the king of the north your Grace, who only wants to protect his people but I will not be able to do it alone without the help of my Queen.

  - Hmm...

With a sigh, Aemond looked away.
I watched them all. Surrounded by men who think they are better and smarter. They measure their masculinity by comparing themselves to each other. Who is stronger, more agile and has the most dickish energy. In fact, everyone is a dick because they think with it.
Words start and end wars.

I sat still engrossed in my thoughts while the noise rose around me. None of them think rationally. For example, my husband, he would behead them all and on the other side none of Cregan's men like that we are here. We are in this situation because men constantly get us into trouble. What passion drives them to kill each other?! We have a common enemy  who will strike at us who knows when, and we cannot agree with each other.
What would my mother do now? You are asking yourself the wrong question right now, Aemma.
What are you going to do?

  - Enough!

I shouted and got up from my chair. Everyone looked confused and silence followed.

  - I don't want to hear another word. Your behavior makes me sick. Lord Cregan count on our help. I will ask you to inquire personally and find out what awaits us so that we can prepare. To all the rest of you, I recommend that you save that energy for the enemy who is knocking at our door. The meeting is over.