Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 The day had been long but worth it in all the best ways. Aemond had been wonderfully attentive in my mourning even roping in my brothers and sisters in ways to distract me, bringing me back to something of my usual self by the time I'd retired to my chambers.
Baela, Rhaena, and I had spent all evening trying on different dresses and jewelry, giggling like the small girls we once were before the war and death tainted our lives.
I'd been expecting Aemond to be waiting for me in our chambers but whatever trouble he and my brothers had gotten into, had kept him until late in the night.
It wasn't until I'd tossed and turned for hours that I hear the soft click of the door handle followed by his light footsteps entering the room.
My eyes flutter open struggling to find him in the darkness of our rooms.
Moving ever slowly Aemond leans both of his palms on the table rolling his shoulders to relieve a bit of tension before he cracks his knuckles.
He takes a deep breath, still not realizing I'm wide awake and watching him as he goes to unclasp his tunic followed by taking off his rings one by one letting them fall to the wood table.
Finally, as if feeling the heat of my stare he turns to meet my eyes, the tension falling from his broad shoulders.
"Elaena," he breathes and my heart stops when he catches me, hardly moving until he prowls toward me, tossing his tunic over the chair.
The bed dips under his weight and now that he's closer I can see his dirtied face, his darkening lavender eye giving me a peek into just how exhausted he is.
"You should be asleep, love. Did I wake you?" His voice is rough, and I wonder if he'd been yelling at my brothers all evening while they sparred.
Shaking my head I sit up to meet him, "I couldn't sleep... have you been with my brothers all this time?" I ask, reaching to rub away the smudge of dirt above his brow.
Aemond's thin-lipped expression sinks even further but he nods, resting his heavy head in my palm.
"I just got through speaking with your mother."
"My mother?" I ask, running my fingers through his braid to loosen the waves. He hums in reply but avoids my eyes with what he says next.
"I took your brothers to the cells with me. We saw to Ser Arryk... I cut off his fingers and made him bleed until he screamed for death. And he finally cracked." His voice is hollow and I wonder if it was the means or the end weighing him down so heavily.
Waiting patiently for him to go on I take his hand in mine. Finally, he lifts his chin to meet my eyes, his uncomfortable expression unsettling me.
"I killed him, Elaena... and he used his last words to utter my brother's message for us, a threat."
