Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

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As Aemma slowly stirred from her slumber, she became aware of a soft warmth spreading across her face. The gentle touch of the sun's rays seeping through the window fills the room with a soft, golden glow. She stretches her arms and legs, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly dissipate as she soaks in the tranquil ambiance of the moment.

As she opens her eyes, she is greeted by the sight reflecting on the ocean, casting an array of colors on the walls of her chambers. The sun's rays dance and twirl, creating a playful display of light and shadow on the floor.

Aemma sits up feeling everything but energized and rejuvenated, definitely not ready to embrace the day ahead. She shouldn't have had so much wine the previous night. The warmth of the sun's embrace fills her with a sense of calm and contentment, and as she basks in its radiance, she almost forgets about her squabble with her uncle. The pain on her throat bringing back all of the memories.

The thought creeps into her mind, like a dark cloud on a sunny day. The memory hit her like a punch to the gut, it floods her mind and she can see the scene playing out in vivid detail. The words exchanged, the accusations hurled, the insults, the hurtful tone of voice and the violence all come flooding back.

"You still defend him, even after everything he did." he spits like venom as she finally reached him in the dark corridor.

"He is my brother, I -"

"He is your brother but he nearly killed me and wasn't even punished." Aemond answers, raising his voice, but then lowering it remembering that they were in a public space and anyone could walk by at any given moment.

"He was deeply scolded by my mother." Aemma shoots back.

"Ha! You call that a punishment?" Aemond scoffs.

"Aemond he was a child!" she pleads, "and you were going to kill him."

"I wasn't actually going to kill him, are you stupid?"

"Oh sure, you hold a rock to his fucking head and you weren't going to kill him." she sarcastically answers, rolling her eyes.

"And what about tonight, hm?" Aemond questions. "The way he taunted me when the roast pig was placed down in front of me."

"Aemond he is still a child!" Aemma groans in frustration. "He is six years younger than you! He is the age you were when you got your eye taken out! Are you seriously going to hold a grudge on a child for the rest of your life?"

"You are no better than him." he spits out.

"Excuse me?" she asks disbelief. "I was the one who always defended you when their jests got out of hand, I was the one who held my hand over your bleeding eye." she says.

"You are self absorbed, you only care about your needs and desires. You constantly use your status to assert your dominance over me."

"I only ever tried to be civil with you, Aemond! You have insulted me and besmirched my name ever since you could talk. But enough is enough. How could you possibly expect me to kiss the ground you walk on when all you ever did was treat me and my brothers like we were shit criminals from Flea Bottom?"

"You are all bastards, yet you walk around as if you were all kings of the fucking world, it disgusts me." he says, venom lacing his voice.

"We are just as much Targaryen's as you are."

"But we are different, you and I, Aemma. I am not the result of a lie!"

"And how is what my mother did my fault? I am sick and tired of paying the price of something I had absolutely no say in." she groans. "And if you think I am self absorbed, you have yet to look yourself in the mirror. You walk around with an air of superiority looking down on others who don't mean your high standards. You are quick to judge, you hold grudges against children and use them as a means of control." she begins to raise her voice getting more and more frustrated by the second. "You speak so ill of me, without getting the chance to truly know me as a person, no, instead you spent your entire life taunting and quarreling with me for what?"