Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

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Aemond, she thought. Well now at least she knew he didn't go to bed. She quickly shot out of bed and put on her dress from earlier, not bothering to lace it up completely as there was no time. Aemma grabbed her lantern and followed her two younger cousins and her brothers to the passageway under the castle. Adrenaline coursing through her veins. What was going to happen now? Vhagar was already claimed, there was no going back now. Nothing good could come from this. Her cousins were furious and her brothers just enjoyed taunting Aemond. It would be four against one, it wouldn't be fair. As they reached the passageways they could see a figure coming towards them from the other direction.

"It's him!" Rhaena shouted once she saw Aemond.

"It's me."

"Vhagar is my mother's dragon!" Baela inputs.

"Your mother is dead, and Vhagar has a new rider now."

"She was mine to claim!" Rhaena shouted.

"Then you should have claimed her." Aemond shout back. "Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you."

All of a sudden Rhaena runs towards Aemond to attack, but is easily thrown to the ground. Although Aemond isn't that strong, he is still a couple years older than her. "Rhaena no! Stop." At seeing her sister being thrown to the ground, Baela throws a punch at Aemond, only to be punched back, once again, his strength manages to throw the other twin to the ground.

"Come at me again and I'll feed you to my dragon!" Aemond growls.

"That is enough! All of you, stop this at once!" Aemma shouts, going in between Aemond and the others. Nobody needs to get hurt.

All of a sudden Jace comes running towards Aemond, punching him multiple times. "Jace!" Aemma grabs onto his arm trying to push him away, but falls to the ground under Jace when he receives a kick in the stomach from Aemond. At seeing his two older siblings on the floor, Luke runs to attack as well, him being the smallest of them all is the easiest to throw to the ground. Luke gets a punch landed on his face, the cracking noise that follows frightens Aemma, as she stands up and runs towards her brother to see what was broken. His nose had been broken and his face was covered in blood.

She got up and turned back, she was mad, but he broke his nose. As she was about to reach him, she saw that her brother and cousins had already beat her to the punch, quite literally. The three of them were punching and kicking Aemond as he played defenseless on the ground. "That is enough! All of you stop it before someone gets seriously hurt!"But it was useless. Aemond kicks Jace in the stomach once again, managing to throw him to the ground, alongside the twins. Ok, maybe he was stronger than Aemma expected him to be.

As if a broken nose wasn't enough, Luke runs to him again trying to attack him, but once again failing miserably. Aemond held him in a choke hold and wouldn't budge. He grabbed a rock from the floor and Aemma could swear her heart stopped. He glanced at Aemma and the look of pure horror on her face and for a moment he softened, but it was only a moment before his gaze hardened again and he held the rock high, ready to bash it in his nephews head.

"You will die screaming in flames just as your father did! Bastards." Aemond shunted, pure hate in his voice. All of the sympathy Aemma once had for him disappeared and was replaced with pure hate.

"Aemond, put him down!"

Luke was struggling to breath as Aemond's grip grew tighter. "My father's still alive!" he cries out.

At hearing this, Aemond drops his hand and smirks. "He doesn't know, does he, Lord Strong?"

At hearing this, Jace does the unthinkable. He grabs a knife from his pocket and points it as Aemond. This time it was Baela and Rhaena shouting at them to stop the fight that they both started. Jace starts violently swinging at Aemond, then the rest becomes a blur. It all happened so fast. One thing you know, Jace is thrown onto the ground, again, the next thing, dirt is in the air blocking Aemonds sight and the next, Aemond's on the floor screaming as Luke holds a bloody knife is his hand.