Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

7

It was safe to say that Aemma hadn't been able to sleep very well the two night leading up to their travels to King's Landing. She felt uneasy. She feared that something was going to happen and normally her feelings were never off. The last time she felt this uneasy, her fathers and aunt died and her uncle lost his eye. Which was probably not the best thing to be thinking about at this very moment considering that she was arriving to King's Landing.

"Land here, Darksmoke." she chanted as she saw the dragon pit from above.

Over the years Darksmoke had grown nearly three times her size. For such a young dragon, she was quite big. Almost as big as Caraxes who was nearly fifty years older than she was. She laughed to herself as she saw the dragon keepers reaction to her landing Darksmoke. The last time they had seen the black dragon, she was tiny, and now she was a mighty beast.

"Princess." they great her. "Welcome back."

"Thank you." she responded.

"Princess!" another voice called out. "I am to escort you and your brothers to the main entrance where you will be greeted by Lord Caswell. Speaking of the young princelings, where are they?"

"They shall be arriving soon, their dragons aren't as quick as mine. You can escort them, I'll head to the main entrance myself."

"But princess--"

"If you'll excuse me."

She swiftly walked passed the man she did not recognize and secretly entered the castle through one of the many secret entrances she spent her youth discovering. Curiosity got the best of her. She was never one to follow the rules. She risked through the passages behind the walls until she found an entrance to a normally abandoned corridor. Making sure the corridor was truly empty, she step foot in the corridor and began to walk in the shadows. She didn't intend on being spotted.

The first thing Aemma noticed the moment she step foot into the castle were the lack of Targaryen heraldry hanging everywhere. Instead it was filled with seven pointed stars. A ridiculous amount of seven pointed starts. It looked like the faith of the seven had thrown up in the entire castle. Aemma grimaced. She would later come to realize that a change in decoration was the least of her worries.

Every time she neared a person she would quickly jump again into the shadows. The thought of being incognito thrilled her. She made sure to avoid Maegor's Holdfast for that was where the royal apartments were located and Gods forbid she encounter a hungover Aegon, or even worse, Aemond.

What the princess intended to do in her brief period of being incognito was try and overhear conversations between the lord's and lady's. Her family had just arrived to King's Landing after six years, surely that would be a popular theme of conversation. Especially the reason of them coming being to petition Luke's claim to the Driftmark throne. The lady's must be having the time of their life gossiping away during tea time. Oh how they loved to talk, even if they were spewing lies.

Just as she thought she was in the clear, a hand clamped over her mouth and she was jerked back against a solid chest and dragged into an empty room. Her struggles led to no avail as the person was clearly much bigger and stronger than her. Not only half an hour back in the place she was raised and she was already going to get killed or sold off to some whore house in Essos.

The second the person let her go, she went to grab her Valyrian steel dagger that was hidden in her belt. "Who the fuck—" but paused when she noticed her dagger was missing.

"Looking for this?" The voice said, stepping into the light, holding her dagger. She let out a sigh in relief when she saw her kidnapper. "Marcus, you fucking cunt. You nearly gave me a heart attack!"