𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓
❛ she wanted nothing
more than the strange
silver-haired queen ❜
━━ IN WHICH a foreign princess arrives at king's landing with a plot but finds herself side-tracked by the queen whose dream...
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LIKE A predator, Aliandra circled her prey.
It was a pleasant morning in King's Landing, and with all the buzz following Aliandra's little show with Aemond the other day, Cassandra and her friends were closing in on the prince, who, Aliandra noted with much amusement, looked like he wanted to feed himself to his dragon.
Despite Alicent's protests, Aegon decided that he would venture down to the Dragonpit with his brother and all of his possible wives. Cassandra, Evelyne, and Olira lingered outside of the Dragonpit, their gazes weary and their muscles tense as Aegon argued rather loudly with the dragonkeepers.
Aliandra was surprised that he was actually fluent in High Valyrian given his reputation, but her attention was on his brother, who leaned against the wall, a half-eaten apple held in his hand as the three ladies attempted to converse with the prince from a few feet away. They were clearly too afraid to venture closer to the building, and despite their polite requests, Aemond remained where he was, his back against the wall and his sharp, disinterested gaze lazily focused on the ladies.
Aliandra ventured closer, her smile warm as she brushed by Cassandra and Olira. "How many dragons are inside?" she asked the prince as she came to a stop next to him, her gaze falling on the faces of the three nervous girls that stood before them.
Aemond responded by biting into his apple, the crunch rather loud. "Three," he said after a moment, his voice monotone.
"There used to be four, right?" She glanced at the prince, her smile sharpening when she saw the way he tensed. "Your sister's dragon used to reside here, I would assume. Before she betrayed you and defected to the blacks, that is."
Aemond's grip tightened on his apple until his nails pierced the skin and the sticky juice slid down his pale skin. "Yes." Aliandra watched his expression carefully, noting the way his eye darkened as he took another bite of the apple. Her gaze dropped to his jaw, watching the muscles as they feathered and twitched with every chew.
"What about your brother?" She turned away from the prince, changing the topic from his traitorous twin to his famously mysterious brother. "Prince Daeron, correct?"
Aemond sighed. "He resides at Oldtown with Lord Ormund Hightower."
His response was lackluster and told Aliandra practically nothing. She knew where Daeron was; she was curious about why he was in Oldtown. "Is he going to return to King's Landing given the current circumstances?" she continued, her arms crossing over her chest.
With another heavy sigh, Aemond stepped away from the wall and tossed his apple core to the ground. Aliandra watched as it rolled across the dark stone, collecting dirt and debris as it rolled to a stop just in front of Cassandra Baratheon. Her gaze flicked to Cassandra's face, her smile growing when she saw the affronted look the lady threw in the prince's direction.
