Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 The morning of Visenya's funeral is a somber one. Though the sun still shined bright in the sky its light was dampened by the fog and clouds that surrounded Dragonstone.
With the long night behind me, I'd woken up early, taking some time on my own to wander the hills and watch the dragons circle the skies.
The only one missing was my mother's dragon Syrax who still cried softly from the depths of the caves, refusing even my father to come out from hiding.
Below they prepared the ceremony as some lords and ladies from the island took their places when a small joyful voice breaks me from my trance, "El!"
Already, my frown is fading away as I watch him and Aemond who looked as handsome as ever climb the hill toward me.
The little boy breaks into a run and I crouch, taking him into my arms and holding him close.
"Look how grown up you are little dragon! Did Uncle Aemond help you get ready this morning?" Glancing up to catch a glimpse of my husband he's admiring us as he approaches, sticking both of his hands into the pockets of his long black coat.
"Mhm! And Joff too!"
With most of our wardrobe only consisting of black, to begin with, it was simple dressing him in hand-me-downs offered by the handmaidens that were once worn by Joffrey.
Aemond presses a soft kiss to my forehead brushing his fingers across the black sapphire that still hung from my neck.
"How are you feeling, my love? Long night?" He asks, his sharp blonde eyebrows furrowed in concern. I'd ducked out of our chambers before he'd had the chance to question me about my nightmares and the truth was, I was tired of talking about it.
There was nothing either of us could do, so I'd try my best not to worry him.
"I'm fine," I say and he sees right through it, frowning that I'd chosen to lie instead of being honest with him.
Instead of pushing me on it, he offers me a sympathetic smile of understanding.
"Joff!" Jaehaeryn points to my brothers who are gathered below.
As I stare off toward the growing crowd Aemond takes a single braid of mine through his fingers, running the soft strand across his skin.
"I know the circumstances are... terrible to say the least, but you look beautiful this morning."
Aemond's compliment takes me off guard but I welcome it, my cheeks burning under his tender gaze.
"Black has always been more our color," I giggle a bit and Aemond's expression softens at the sound, leaning in to press another kiss to my temple.
Letting Jaehaeryn down he takes hold of my hand and Aemond with the other, leading us down the hill.
The service that's held for my baby sister is a quiet one, in contrast to how she'd entered the world. Now that the screams and cries had ceased, the wounds remained and we all mourned in silence.
