a maid's folly - aemond targaryen.

chapter 6.

The next few weeks were good ones for Rosemary– the best ones since her mother passed. She fell into a quick companionship with Helaena, accepting her oddities as fun quirks, rather than bits of madness that everyone else seemed to discount them as.

Helaena was smarter than people gave her credit for. She was witty with a great sense of humor, often poking fun at courtiers and other denizens of the castle. She had a lot of inside knowledge on the gossip and going-ons of the Keep, as people weren't afraid to speak openly while she was in earshot, citing her as daft and not paying attention.

Rosemary and Helaena sat shoulder to shoulder on the settee near the window. It was open, a crisp breeze tousling their hair.

The princess had promoted Rosemary to her handmaiden, thus upgrading her wardrobe significantly. They matched now, as Rosemary wore light blue dresses, her hair down in a braid. Helaena usually leaned towards cooler colors, like flushed blues and light purples.

"I've heard that Floris is pitching a fit over the flowers chosen for the wedding," Helaena chattered, pricking a needle into the fabric stretched over an embroidery hoop-- she was working on a depiction of a blue carpenter bee, "Mother told me she cried when the florist brought in white tulips instead of yellow."

Rosemary snorted a small giggle, her hands tangled in Helaena's hair, defting the tresses into intricate braids, "And how has your brother taken all of this?"

Helaena was privy to Aemond and Rosemary's 'situation', whatever it may be– it was ill-defined at the moment. The corners of her eyes crinkled into a grin, "He is running Vhagar ragged with how much he flies her. Mother said that when Floris began to weep, he slipped out of the hall and was gone for four hours."

"Yes, that sounds about right." the maid hummed.

The weeks with Helaena had also proven fruitful for Aemond and Rosemary's interactions– they were still few and far between, with Aemond expressing more restraint than he had before, but he visited Helaena's chambers more often, citing brotherly love as his reasoning for his frequent social calls.

He entered that day as usual, his arms behind his back. His eye zeroed in on Rosemary, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. She wasn't wearing her formless maid's dresses any longer, as Helaena had her tailored for a few higher end pieces for her. They hugged her curves in the right places with a sweeping décolletage, exposing just the hinting swell of her chest, the light blue complimenting her complexion.

He had been visiting more lately, but the past few days had been taken up with frivolous wedding planning, and half a dozen flights on Vhagar.

"Brother, you're staring." Helaena murmured.

He became all too aware of his surroundings, his mouth slightly dry and his clothes all too tight. It took him a moment to regain his stoic self, "I am merely trying to see what you're embroidering, dear sister," he walked forward, nodding his head to Rosemary, "My lady." he mustered a greeting.

"Your grace," she hummed in response, tying off Helaena's braids with a small leather cord, "Would you like for me to braid yours as well?" she said it ever so innocently, but she was goading him. They were in each other's proximity more often than not lately, with Rosemary often watching him spar in the courtyard from the spectator's eaves They had developed a back and forth banter— he tested her limits with his witty remarks, and she teased him endlessly until she was all but sure that he would need to relieve himself later. It was a fun game, their little verbal spars, but Rosemary wondered when it would become reality. A man could only be teased so long.

Aemond cleared his throat, "That won't be necessary," he glanced at her for a moment, his pupil blown wide. She knew she had him, hook, line and sinker.