AEGAR TOOK OFF WITHOUT COMMAND MAKING AIMEE HOLD ONTO ALEXANDER'S WAIST FOR DEAR LIFE!
"Aegar, slow down!" Alex commanded.
But Aegar didn't, not yet.
"He's definitely giving an impression!" Aimee yells.
Suddenly Aegar swoops up as Aimee closes her eyes, Alex realized where Aegar was taking them, although he didn't quite understand why he was taking them there so fast. "Open your eyes, Princess," he urged.
Aimee trusts him as she opens her eyes, she sees clouds and the best view of Kingslanding... She smiles widely.
"Apparently Aegar likes you," Alex told her.
Aimee smiles, "you think so?"
"I do."
"Want to see something kind of amazing?" He then asked.
She nods.
Then he tells Aegar, "Dracarys!"
Aegar breathes in and then breathes out a blast of fire!
ONCE THEY WERE OFF OF AEGAR the two were laughing and holding hands when the Queensguard came upon them.
"What is this?" Alexander asked.
"The Queen requests your appearances in the Throne Room now," said the captain of the Queensguard.
Alex let go of her hand as Aimee looked at him.
"Let's go then..."
"THEY CALLED ALEX IN FOR WHAT?" Raewyn asked as she quickly was dressed by Beatrice:
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Daemon ties his shirt as he said, "they said he was caught dragon riding with the Dornish Princess."
Rae sighs as Beatrice brushes her hair, "fuck, Rhaenyra did say that they can't be courting each other... I should have spoken with him."
"Alex won't like that idea," Daemon told her.
"He has to listen to Rhaenyra," Raewyn said before stopping Beatrice from braiding her hair, "no time for hair today, Beatrice."
Beatrice nods.
Daemon walked over and took her shaking hands, "look at me, my love," she looked up at him, "nothing is going to happen to him. Rhaenyra is your best friend."
"You are correct, she is, but..." Raewyn looked down, "our dear niece has changed quite a bit. You know what they call her?"
Daemon nods, "Maegor with tits. But that's just a mocking title."
"I do hope you are right," Raewyn says before slipping the hand pin on her shoulder.
"LORD ALEXANDER STRONG OF HARRENHAL," Queen Rhaenyra said from her seat on the throne, "Princess Aimee Martell of Dorne."
