Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

14

"Meet me at the lower east wing when all the candles are out." had been the last thing he had told her before disappearing into the darkness.

The last thing that Aemma expected to be doing in this ungodly hour was putting on her chamber maids dress and cloak do that she could blend in with the common folk of Flea Bottom. But she had to admit, there was something about escaping her duties as princess of the realm and doing as she pleased without the burden of being recognized for one night that spiked some excitement in her.

She took of the last of her jewels and removed the  intricate braids from her hair before making her way to the lower east wing to meet up with her uncle. Lo and behold, there he was, waiting for her, holding a half full bottle wine. "I'm assuming that you already drank the other half?" she asked as she reached his side.

"Yes, and I saved the other half for you." he replies, handing her the bottle.

"How thoughtfull of you." she grabs the bottle and takes a sip. "Who knew you could exhude this amount of self control when it came to drinking."

He rolled his eyes and nudged her as the two began to walk to an unguarded exit. Personally, Aemma never really had a problem with her uncle, besides from him being a horny pig, he was the most relatable out of all of her uncles and aunts. He wasn't a good person, he was never there for Helaena, he was constantly unfaithful and if the rumors were true, he raped the poor serving girl. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it to be true.

"I have a dagger with me, Aegon, and I won't hesitate cutting your balls off if you so dare lay a finger —"

"Relax, Aemma. I wouldn't do that to you, even though you are quite easy on the eyes." He smirks. Aemma slaps his arm. "Okay, sorry."

"To me you wouldn't do that, but to other poor girls you would." she scoffs.

"I'm already reprimanded enough by my mother, I don't need you reprimanding me too."

"Well than you should probably listen more often to your mother." she comments.

As they reached the streets of Flea Bottom, the sounds of chatter and laughter mix with the rhythm of music, creating a symphony of liveliness. The aroma of food from street vendors fills the air, tempting passersby with its delicious scent. People of all ages flooded the streets. It shocked Aemma to see so many people out in this ungodly hour. Vendors shout out their wares, enticing customers with their goods.

Aemma stared at her surroundings as they kept on walking around, unable to hide the expression from peering onto her face. As they passed a couple of whore houses, she could hear the high-pitched moans. People were on the streets indulging openly in such unrestrained activity. Aegon chuckes at his innocent niece, finding it rather amusing at how much she was in shock. "Have you never heard of fucking before?" he jests.

"I have heard of fucking before, I am not an idiot, I've just never seen it before."

"Your innocence amuses me." He states.

"I'm not innocent, I'm just not a whore like you are." She snaps as they continue to walk away from the pleasure houses. "Where are we going anyways?"

"We are going to an alehouse. It is safer for you to be there than on the street where someone can grab you and take you away without me noticing"

"As if you would be able to defend me from a criminal." she remarks.

"I probably won't, but they'll take one look at my hair and run away fearing their lives. Now you, on the other hand, don't really look Targaryen so they'd probably mistake you for a whore and try to take advantage of you."