Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"For such a large, intimidating creature... you are FAR GENTLER THAN I ANTICIPATED."
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THE SOFT CLATTER OF forks hitting plates echoed around the quiet table — the chewing that accompanied it gave excuse to the lack of conversation. Aemond chewed on his strawberry slowly, hoping to use it as an excuse as to why he did not start a conversation with Viserys later to his mother. Though, even his mother seemed to be using the excuse of chewing to not engage in conversation. Aemond sat at the end of the table, Heleana in the middle, with Aegon on the far side. He seemed to be falling asleep in his chair, but he was forced to come — all of them were forced to come.
Sat across from the three siblings was the King, who for the first time in months as well enough to break fast. His mother had each of them awoken and readied in rapid time, bringing them all together. Despite her doing this, it was obvious the king did not wish for them to be there. Aemond's grandsire sat on the other side of the king, occasionally side glancing at him throughout the overly quiet meal.Viserys raised his head, looking right at Heleana who had not touched her food since sitting down. Aemond watched as his eyes scanned over the features of his older sister before blinking his eyes. "Where are the children?" Viserys croaked out, and for the first time all morning Heleana lifted her head.
"They are with Dyana this morning." Heleana answered before returning to staring at her plate. The strands of platinum hair not tucked into the crown of braids fell over her shoulders, blocking Aemond from reading her features. She seemed elsewhere this morning, and not in the typical way. Her shoulders seemed heavy. The quick glances he got off her face confirmed that his sister was not happy this morning. Heleana was solemn.
"You should bring them by later this evening...I shall read them a story." Viserys offered before he coughed into his napkin. Aemond watched as his mother jumped, placing her hands gently against Viserys' shoulder and peering over. His grandsire also became alert, standing from his chair as guards came over.
"I believe it is time for his grace to rest." Otto told the guards, extending his hand and watching as the guards moved to stand behind the king as he slowly rose. Aemond watched as his mother held the aging man's arm, guiding him through the room with her father trailing behind.
The moment the doors shut, Aemond set down his fork and swallowed his mashed strawberry. Thank the Seven Gods for putting an end to this torment. Aegon reached out to grab the pitcher of water, pouring himself a cup. "You seem extra airy this morning." He grumbled towards Heleana, his sister and wife as his mother saw it fit. Aemond glared towards Aegon who merely shrugged, sitting down in his chair once more.
"I am just trying to figure out what to do with my day." Heleana muttered, toying with the edge of her empty plate. Aemond glanced at his sweet sister, watching as she sighed heavily. Something was wrong.
"Just call on your secret lady wife." Aegon suggested, staring at the closed door the king and queen had walked through not too long ago.
"Today is her nameday. She doesn't like to spend her nameday with people." Heleana spoke softly, but Aemond turned to his sister completely at this information. His mind was reeling, why had she never said anything? Why had he never asked?
