Tales Of The Heart [Aemond Targaryen]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The place where I told her to wait...was empty.

Looking around the grounds and asking an attendant, I came to a verdict that she has abandoned me.

I scoffed looking at the horse I brought for her. I told someone to take it back to the stables while I climbed up my horse and left for the pit.

I let Vhagar take me wherever she wanted, I just wanted to be away from the castle for as long as possible. She is in there...she is everywhere. There is not a day without getting a glimpse of her and it is fucking with my head.

Not a single thought passes through my mind that doesn't find its way around her.

She shouldn't even be here in the first place.

These sorts of festivities do not happen to celebrate anything. People are not here from all around the world to congratulate me on turning ten and five...they are here to secure their future, they are here to strengthen their relationship with the royals and I am their ladder.

The thing that I hate the most is being used by someone. But it is my duty to take a bride who not only holds an influential background that can aid us in the future, she should also be as transparent as a newborn child.

She shouldn't have any taint to her name. I do not have a heart like Laenor Velaryon to accept someone like my half-sister.

A scoff left my mouth at the memory of my half-sister's line of bastards.

Every single family is attending my name day celebrations for one sole reason...a potential marriage proposal. Even she is here for that. The silver princess is here to find her husband.

My hands balled into fists thinking about all the young fucking lords eyeing her in the hall. Who made her wear that dress? Who let her bare neck be the sight of so many eyes by pinning all her hair to the head?

Did she even pay attention to the silk of her dress sticking to her frame?

The soft pink of her dress complimented the hue of her cheeks and...the pink of her lips. The similarity made my heart skip a beat and filled my nerves with satisfaction. The feeling only grew as she took my hand to stand.

I took a risk and leaned a little closer to Daemon Targaryen's daughter to whisper in her ear and that made me go crazy.

The way she held her breath at the closeness, the way her eyes widened at my comment, the way her necklace moved up with her chest as she inhaled sharply...the way her scent gave off a mix of lavender and lemons, I could practically taste the lemon tarts in my mouth that she just had.

I should avoid being too close to her. She's addictive.

I don't appreciate her running away even though I told her to wait. She should've explained before disappearing. I think she needs to explain herself to me.

She has to explain to me.

Taking the secret passages I ended up in the library, the place she mostly spends her time in. After confirming that she was not there, I took the hallway to her bedchamber.

Staring at the door that leads me to her, I raised my hand and knocked twice.

A faint approval reached my ears which was probably her voice. In one swift motion, I opened the door wide and stepped inside.

I didn't have to look around for her as she was sitting directly in front of me on the armchair, one hand placed on the book in her lap and a lemon tart in the other hand.

Her eyes were focused on the words of the book as her head tilted down. She took a bite from the tart and her tongue darted out, quickly flicking across her lips to clean away any residue.