Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

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"I told you I would kill you myself if you ever came near me again, or have you forgotten?" she threatens.

"Don't be ridiculous, you are too drunk to kill me, even if you wanted to." he scoffs.

"It's not even if I wanted to... I do want to kill you, there is a difference."

"Yes, of course you do."

"What do you want?" she asks, an annoyed expression on her face as she takes a few steps back to create a larger gap in between them. He had been sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. "How long have you been here?"

"Since I saw you parade off with my drunken fool of a brother."

"That was hours ago, have you seriously been waiting in my chambers like a psychopath this entire time?" she asks. "Did you rummage through my things?" she paces to her desk to see if everything is on order.

"Oh relax, I have no reason to rummage through your things... unless you have reason to believe I would." he insinuates.

"Aemond, stop talking, the more time I spend talking to you the dafter I get." she groans. "It's like I can feel my intelligence leaving my body."

"Well aren't you just cheeky." he said as he glared at her.

"Just go, I am tired, I want to sleep." she begs him.

"Do you know how irresponsible it was? Going out and drinking like that? In Flea Bottom out of all places." he scolds. "With Aegon who would run at the first sight of harm."

"I don't need Aegon, or anyone, to defend me. I can defend myself!" she exclaims.

"Not against a group of men much bigger than you."

"Oh that's ironic, coming from you." she scoffed. "Just a moon ago, not far from my chambers you nearly killed me!" she began walking toward him, pointing fingers. "In all my life, you were the only person who ever put me in harms way, so don't you dare act like you care."

"I- I'm sorry, Aemma, I..." he clenches his jaw, she saw that he was really struggling to apologize.

"You're sorry?" she questioned. "Now you're sorry? Were you sorry the entire fortnight that I could barely eat or move my neck in pain, were you sorry when tears spilled from my eyes when I applied salve on the bruises that you caused at night?"

"I didn't know you were bruised."

"No I just wore high-neck modest dresses for a fortnight just for the fun of it. I suddenly decided to become a Septa, honor the Faith of the Seven and swear myself to celibacy." she scoffed.

"I already said I'm sorry! You just rile me up so much that --"

"That's your excuse?" she let out a low chuckle. "I rile you up, so you nearly choke me to death. If that were the case, I would have killed you years ago."

"Ugh, gods, you're impossible. Look, I am sorry, okay, I really am." he said, sounding sincere.

Then it suddenly dawned on Aemma what Aegon had told her earlier on in the night in the alehouse. 'I can definetly see why Aemond liked you', and she began to wonder if he was telling the truth or if it was just drunken banter.

"I- I believe you." she said in a near whisper.

They remained silent for a few moments while Aemma questioned her sanity for believing a single word that came out of Aemond's mouth. For some odd reason, she truly did believe his apology and she saw how hard it was for him to admit he did something wrong. Even if it was a sorry excuse of an apology, it was still better than nothing, and Aemond Targaryen didn't put his pride aside for just anybody.