Lady Snow // Aemond Targaryen Fanfic

Part Four - The Two Princes

As the morning bells began to toll throughout the North, Lords of the North began to fill the Great Hall as King of the North, Cregan Stark had requested they be present this early morning to discuss the ongoing civil threat of the Targaryen war and their allegiances to the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen they made years back.

As all the lords waited tentatively for the Lord Cregan to present himself to the Hall, men whispered and stared back and fourth between the silver haired Prince Aemond Targaryen, Brother of the usurper King Aegon, and the black haired beauty, Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the tensions broiled between the two. They stood miles apart, for Luke had died only a matter of days ago, but Jace has been treading the North for support that the news had not reached him quite yet, his brothers very grim reaper of death stood inches away from him and he didn't even know.

"Good morrow!" Cregan rang throughout the halls, his voice sharp and sturdy, his long brown fur cloak wrapping his body. Making his way towards his seat at the front of the hall, he led the beauty of the North, his sister in his hand, holding onto her firmly away from the men to the front beside him. Sara was a sight for sore eyes, her curved body clinged onto the soft blue silk gown in all the right places lined with white lace. Her long raven black hair hung low to her waist, bearing an expensive golden head piece that was rumoured to have been gifted to her by Jason Lannister when she was only of the age of one and four, whom tried to win her hand in marriage, but Cregan would not allow it, for he deemed Jason an unsuitable match for his little sister.

"Good morrow my lord! Good morrow" all the men bowed to the King of the North and Lady Sara Snow is his hand. For she was a bastard of Rickon Stark, you could not question her high status within the walls of Winterfell, she was beloved by her brother Cregan Stark, more than maybe a brother should.

Jace began to stand tall, as Aemond glanced over to Jace whom stared ahead towards Cregan and Sara as all the other lords began. Aemond quickly smirked at Jace's upright posture, then turning his glance back up to the front where Cregan and the radiant women in his hand that stood in front of the room, a fire burning bright behind their bodies in the ginormous bricked fireplace.

"I have brought you all here, since it has been brought to my attention about our allegiance and where we stand upon the matter of the crowning of King Aegon Targaryen," he spoke highly, his hands placed upon the wooden table below him, slowly staring between Jace and Aemond on opposite sides of the room, both glaring back at Cregan.

"aye! Aye! Aye!" The lords began agreeing with Cregan, standing amongst a Green and a Black. "Yet, blood is not shed in this very moment. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon—" he motions with hands to where Jace stands in the crowd, all the lords turning their heads to brown haired boy, wearing fine red and black silk, "—and Prince Aemond Targaryen—" Cregan then motioning with his hands of where Aemond stood amongst the crowd, his face pricing with his eye upon Cregan, the slender frame layered with black leather and silver clasped, radiated of a true Targaryen, "will be our guests, no harm will be shown upon them, and I ask the same from them." Cregan slowly turns his head to Jace, "Your hospitality is appreciated my lord, I will if Aemond agrees," he spoke confidently, maintyaing eye contact with Lord Cregan. Cregan nods in agreeance, then turning slowly his eyes to Aemond, "Aemond?" Cregan asks the same from him, Aemond smirks softly, peering down to his feet and back up to Cregan, before he answers he peers towards the women beside Cregan, her blue eyes twinkling towards him from the sun that catches the colour, waiting for a response just as Cregan stands tall beside her. The women's eyes spoke a thousand words, and yet Aemond wants nothing more to stir more unrest and leave the druid North, but the women had hold on him he just couldn't explain, so he mustered up his agreeance, nodding towards Cregan and then to Jace, "Yes my Lord, I agree to these terms," Aemond spoke, with Cregan nodding with a soft smile.

"Well, there we have it, that will be all my lords. The two princes will be our welcomed guests, and we will treat them with honour and respect until the time comes where we must chose our allegiance if need be," Cregan echoes throughout the men within the halls, then peering towards his sister, grasping her hand gently, guiding her beauty close to him, staring into her blue eyes and she into his silver, "And my sister will now be very much comforted by this peace within our home," he spoke to the men, yet never left his eyes upon her as she did him.

Aemond's body froze, the women in Lord Cregan's hand was the mistress he had met within the Brothel not too many days ago. Aemond did not allow his shock to show through him, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, she captured every man and women within the room, every moment she did, every breathe she took expelled radiance, she was a breathe of fresh air. Cregan began to take his eyes off of Sara, and back to his men, "That will be all my Lords, you may have your leave," he spoke sharply, all the men slowly clearing out, with Jace following. 

Cregan and Sara began to slowly clear out, Cregan guiding Sara by his hand through the sides, her trailing behind him, before she took her leave from the hall, she slowly turned her eyes towards Aemond, not moving her body too much so that Cregan didn't feel her body turn back. She held a glance upon his purple Targaryen eyes that spoke of no words but her intrigue peered through, and his eyes tracked her every move until she was no longer in his sight.