The Grey Wolf & The Golden Dragon | Aegon Targaryen II

Family Drama

Alysanne

Eight days... It had been eight days since that supper and Elin still refused to see Alysanne. After her apology she had hoped things would go back to the way they were, but she had been sorely mistaken. Since their argument, she hadn't spoken to Aemond, either. At least not until they joined each other in the yard to resume training.

They had decided to spar, no weapons, no shields, and Alysanne was dripping sweat after only a few minutes. Then he swung with his fist, narrowly missing her face, but she hadn't been prepared for him to snap his elbow back; colliding harshly with the side of her cheek.

"Aemond, not so hard!" Aegon shouted as he watched from his usual spot up on the bailey as Alysanne stumbled back in the dirt.

"It's alright, my love," she assured, rubbing her cheek; knowing full well a bruise was already forming. No doubt Alicent would later chide her over them, and how unladylike it was that she was training in the first place.

When Aemond hit her again, in the stomach; knocking the breath from her lungs, Alysanne snarled, launching herself at him. She knew he was still livid over the fact that she had left Elin, and the argument that had followed. Refusing to give him a moment's reprieve, she swung on him the moment he hit the dirt; her fist colliding with the side of his face.

"Are you done?" she asked, panting for air as she straddled his waist.

"Not even close," he growled, rolling her over in the dirt; kneeing her in the side. Pain shot through her and Alysanne felt like she was going to vomit. Fuck him...

Alysanne brought her own knee up, her thigh hitting him precisely where she knew it would hurt the most.

"You fucking bitch..." he groaned, keeling over in pain.

"Fuck you, Aemond. Leave your grudges in the fucking keep; don't bring that shit out here to the training yard," she huffed as he continued to hold his crotch.

"Fuck you, too. You're a spoiled fucking cunt." he snapped swinging at her. "You have no idea what you're absence did to Elin!"

"And you do?" she countered, her blood heating at his accusation. "You barely fucking know her!" Aemond lost it, tackling her to the ground and knocking the wind from her once more.

By the time the pair were pried apart by the Cargyll twins, Alysanne's lip was split open and Aemond's nose was bleeding; his eyepatch lying in the dirt.

"Have you two gone fucking mad?" Aegon shouted, pulling Alysanne into his arms and cupping her face, assessing the damage. "That's my fucking wife!" he snarled at his brother.

"It's okay, Aegon... I'm alright." Alysanne assured him. "Is this settled, then?" she finally asked, looking up at Aemond. He was still glaring, but after a moment he nodded, reaching out and ruffling her curls into a tangled mess. "I suppose this is what it's like to actually have brothers..." Alysanne breathed, standing on her toes to press a bloody kiss to her husband's lips.

"Not when you're a fucking woman," Aegon snapped. His words were angry, but she could see the worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine! Truly, my love." she insisted, wrapping her arms around his waist. Despite her assurances, her entire body was aching, and she could feel her lip swelling.

"Come on, baby, let's get you cleaned up..." Aegon through one last glare at his brother and wrapped an arm around his wife, leading her back into the keep. "Why would you let him hit you like that?" he chided.

"Aemond and I had some pent-up anger we needed to let out," she replied with a shrug. "I'm not a doll, Aegon. I have no problem learning how to fight."