C U R I O S I T Y | Aemond Targaryen

T E N

Aemond's P.O.V.

"Aemond..." I hear my name being whispered like a melody. "Aemond."

Humming groggily and enjoying the soft sound putting me back to sleep, I stretch out in my bed before relaxing my head further into my pillow. Just as my mind grows heavy and silent again, I feel something nudging my arm and shifting around beside me. Frowning into my pillow and losing the peace of slumber, I try to comprehend what is touching me and what is shifting around on my bed.

Vhagar knows she's not allowed on my bed. She has her own bed by my desk-

"Aemond, wake up." I hear faintly before more nudging of my arm comes. "Aemond."

Knowing it's not my dog talking to me, I awaken with the assumption that someone other than myself is in my bed. Turning to lie on my back, I rub my eye before blinking it open and glancing around my dark room. When I look to my left, I find Cordelia kneeling beside me on my bed with her hands on my arm.

I blink a few times while staring at her in confusion and yawn before checking the time. Seeing it is four in the morning and the sun isn't even rising yet, I frown up at Cordelia, who is hovering over me. Glancing over her appearance, I note how she's still in her pajamas and her hair is a mess around her face.

She's still wearing her light yellow tank top and matching shorts from when I saw her last night. Her bottoms are pushing up from how she's sitting and one of her straps is hanging off her shoulder. Cordelia always wears these delicate nightgowns and pajamas that make me think of sunshine.

She's wears colors in shades of sunlight and I always end up admiring how it has her stand out like sunlight does. Peering back up at her face with sleep still lingering in my mind and body, I see an expression on her face I've never seen before and I almost think it is a look of fear I see on her features.

"Aemond, someone downstairs." Cordelia whispers in the sweet soft melody I heard seconds ago and tugs at my shirt with her dainty hands. Tilting my head and not thinking much of her expression or statement, I slowly bring myself back to rest on my stomach while mumbling with a tone of sleep. "Baby girl, it's probably one of the dogs."

"No." She answers instantly while drifting herself closer to me. "All the dogs are in my room."

"Then it's one of my brothers."

I yawn into my pillow while lazily drifting my hand toward her to rub her thigh like I do to comfort the dogs. Even her skin feels like the sunlight, making me want to pull her under the covers with me to have the warmth of her. Feeling my body wanting to drift back to bed while it can, I pet the side of Cordelia's thigh and murmur with my eye closing again.

"It's fine. Go back to sleep. You can sleep with me if you're that worried, but I'm sure it's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Aemond." She whines quietly while shoving at my side gently to keep me awake. Opening my eye again but keeping half my face in my pillow, I glance up at her as she explains in a nervous tone. "I checked in Daeron's and Aegon's room. They're both sleeping. Someone is downstairs."

Sighing in defeat and halting my hand's attempt to soothe Cordelia, I lift my face up from the pillow and get a good look on her face. She's biting her bottom lip and staring at me with fully awake eyes, as if she can't go back to sleep unless someone checks out the situation downstairs. Studying her face and rethinking everything she just said in the last few minutes, something dawns on me and I can't help crack a lopsided smile.

Cordelia is freaking out about how someone could be downstairs and she came to me with her worries. She could have gone to Aegon, but she woke me up to handle the situation. My heart swells with pride that she came to me and now, without a doubt, I know whatever she asks next I'm going to end up doing for her.