"You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires."
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The tale of the Prince Aegon Targaryen and his marriage to Princess Valeria Martell.
Aegon Targaryen FF
HOTD
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When Valeria arrived back at the Keep, she intended to spend the rest of her afternoon alone. She did not want anyone's company so that she could dwell in her sadness alone.
She sent Selene off to make her a lunch, while Ser Desmond followed behind her as she walked down the hallway towards her chambers.
Her mind was still stuck on her interaction with Aegon when she heard her title being called and it surprised her so that it took her out of her thoughts and made her turn around.
A familiar woman approached her, smiling ever so prettily with a joy in her eyes that not one person has shown her since she arrived in the Capital. She was a flushed woman with fair skin and light-brown hair that was braided back intricately. Her features small and soft, but the happiness in her eyes was one that unsettled Valeria.
She remembered her from the feast, sitting beside Aegon's brother, Aemond. Aemond's wife, she was sure-Lady Alina of House Baratheon, first daughter of Lord Borrus Baratheon of Storm's End
"Princess Valeria!" She called, waddling forward with a hand on her pregnant belly.
Her guard was running after her. "You must remain abed, my lady!" He called after her while breathing hard.
"Oh, hush, Ser Rhys." She finally stopped before Valeria, taking the woman's hand and smiling brightly up at the woman. Standing so close that Valeria could feel her pregnant belly pressed against her body. "Princess Valeria, I could not have waited to meet you any longer. I've been hoping to catch you and meet you properly since the wedding," She greeted, squeezing her hands.
Valeria raised her brows in surprise at such a merry response to her presence. She was even more surprised that the woman had the courtesy to call her Princess instead of My Lady. "You must be-"
"Alina Baratheon-well, Targaryen, technically." She was so small and very pregnant, and yet she turned Valeria around with surprised strength. Their arms looped together as she guided Valeria along. "Have you met my husband Aemond? He's always walking about keeping himself busy, so I'm sure you've run into him."
Valeria had not seen Aemond.
She remembered how at her wedding feast he sat beside Aegon with the straightest posture she had ever seen. He had a scar and eyepatch over his left eye and a stern look on his face that made him perhaps the most unapproachable man she had ever seen. He only got up from his seat once during the feast, and it was because his wife begged him for a dance despite him telling her that it would hurt her swollen feet. She also remembered vaguely how the two sat back down afterwards, and how Aemond doted on her like nothing she had ever seen. He cut her meat for her, refilled her cup, and kept a hand on her thigh the entire night.
Aemond and Alina were obviously very much in love, if she were to put it plainly.
"I haven't had the...pleasure," Valeria said in a strained smile.
