Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

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Aemma's eyes locked with those of her reflection, searching for a glimpse of strength and resolve. In the depths of my her gaze, she sought the courage to face the challenges that lay ahead. The mirror, an unforgiving witness, revealed every nuance of emotion etched upon her face - the subtle lines of apprehension, the furrowed brow that betrayed the weight of responsibility.

The princess sat upon her plush velvet chair, her hair intricately woven into a breathtaking masterpiece. Countless braids intertwined and coiled, creating a symphony of patterns that adorned her head like a crown. Each strand was meticulously crafted, a testament to the skill and artistry of the royal hairdressers. Tiny jewels and delicate blossoms were delicately nestled within the braids, adding a touch of opulence and whimsy.

As Aemma turned her head, the braids came alive, catching the light and casting enchanting shadows upon her face. They framed her countenance with a meticulous precision, accentuating the delicate features that graced her regal visage. Each braid seemed to have a purpose, drawing attention to the captivating allure of her face.

Her complexion, contrary to that of the rest of her family, light olive and flawlessly smooth, appeared like a canvas untouched by imperfections. The light olive skin held a natural blush upon her cheeks, a delicate rosy hue that spoke of vitality and grace. Her face, a study in symmetrical beauty, was framed by the intricate braids, emphasizing her regal allure.

Eyes, the color of a chestnut, shimmered with a captivating sparkle. They held a depth that seemed to hold the secrets of a thousand stories, and their gaze was both captivating and mesmerizing. Long, sweeping lashes, like delicate feathers, fluttered with every blink, adding a touch of enchantment to her mesmerizing gaze. Upon her lips, the faintest hint of a blush, like the softest rose petals, added a touch of subtle allure.

A fortnight had passed since she was told that there were to be a three day feast held so that she could find a husband. Her head still struggled to wrap itself around the fact that I just three days time she were to be betrothed to one of the men she would meet in just a few moments. Taking one last deep breath she finally stood up and made her way to the center of her chambers, removing her robe so that Joss could help her get dressed.

The dress was a beautiful dark red color. The tight bodice embroidered with beautiful silk detailing that stopped at the waist then flared down until it reached the ground. The sleeves were tight fitted until her elbow, then flaring out into a bell sleeve until her wrist. On her chest sat a beautiful ruby necklace that only acentuated the square neckline of the dress.

She looked nice, she couldn't deny it, but she hated the idea that she would spend the next couple of days being stared at by men as if she were a piece of meat. But she couldn't complain. She was foolish to think even for a second that she could marry for love. As princess of the realm she had to fulfill her duty to the crown, she had to marry for alliances and not love.

Dreading of what was to come, she took one last glance at the mirror before exiting her chambers. Ser Garrick walked behind her as she made her way to the Great Hall, his posture poised compared to her slump. A frown plastered on her face knowing that these would be the last days she had of freedom.

Reaching the doors to the Great Hall was a wake up call for Aemma. In just a couple of moments all attention would be on her and just thinking of that made her begin to hyperventilate. Noticing her nervousness, Ser Garrick places a hand on her shoulder. He says nothing, he doesn't exactly know what to say, but he needn't say nothing. His reassuring hand was enough for Aemma to snap out of whatever she was feeling.

The doors to the Great Hall creaked open, and much like she expected, all chatter died down and all heads turned to her.

"Princess Aemma Velaryon. Princess of Dragonstone and second in line to the Iron Throne!"