Amora Targaryen, daughter of the fallen Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, the first of her name, and heir to Dragon Stone had dreamt of a life beyond the walls of Kings Landing, beyond Dragon Stone. Dreams covered in fire and ash, with a path to freedom. Bu...
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127 a.c.
Morning came fairly quickly, the sun barely rose before the castle became lively with maids and valets waking their masters up from slumber. Preparing them for breakfast.
Aemond sat in silence near his fireplace, watching as the flames flickered and illuminated the dark room. He hums as he listens to the maids make his bed, gossiping under their breaths.
"Did you hear that Amora has a secret admirer?" A fairly pretty maid whispers, giggling under her breath. "Marcella, please, we are in the prince's presence." The other maid whispers, shooting the prince a look. "Oh please Mel, I heard he lost hearing on one ear after he lost his eye. He can't hear us and we are whispering." Marcella shrugs, smirking at her friends.
Mel rolls her eyes, fluffing a pillow. "Why do you care so much about the princess's affairs?" Mel asks "How can you not be interested? Amora is adamant about not marrying, ever. Why would anyone give up a chance at happiness? Maybe she has a lover." Marcella states, nudging Mel excitedly. Mel sighs, "You will get in trouble if you even whisper this in her direction." Mel warns
"Please it is harmless." Marcella says
Mel hums. "Who do you think the admirer is?" Mel asks
Marcella leans forward, a small smirk playing on her lips. "I heard that Prince Jacaerys has been sending the princess secret letters." Marcella whispers, her fingers tightening over the sheets with her excitement. "Jacaerys?!" Mel whispers/shouts, shaking her head. "He is just a boy you loon." Mel states, laughing under her breath.
"Prince Jacaerys is just a year younger Mel, it's not unheard of and I just said admirer." Marcella says, chuckling. "By the seven Marcella, you made it seem as if she was having some affair with the prince. It might be just a schoolboy's crush. I mean what could they possibly be writing about?" Mel asks
"With the drama of that family, it could be anything." Marcella states
Aemonds hands tighten on the arms of his chair, gritting his teeth in anger.
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124 a.c.
Jacaerys swallows nervously as he approaches the gardens, behind his back is a small and delicate flower, a rose.
The air smelt of fresh flowers wet from the morning rains. Jace can feel his shoulders drooping as he feels himself calm. If he didn't want to impress Aegon he would've been in the gardens more than the training yard. Especially because of her.
Amora sat alone on a stone bench, humming a soft tune under her breath as she sketched a variety of flowers.
Jacaerys feels his heart jump in his chest when her eyes flutter up to look up at him, her lips pulling up into a smile, reserved only for him. "I was wondering where you were." She whispers, setting the book down at her side. Timidly he stands in front of her, revealing the flower he picked. "I-I know how you feel about roses." Jace starts, shifting nervously on his feet. "I was with Ser Harwin when I saw this rose, I thought of you. And b-before you get mad. I know you hate picking the flowers and you think we are killing them, but Ser Harwin taught me that if I take the roots as well as the flower we can plant them in a small bowl or pot and keep them to admire. It won't die, I promise." Jace states
Amora smiles, reaching up and taking the flower into her hands, careful about the thorns. "Most girls wouldn't accept it, but I love it." Amora admits
Jace smiles widely, sitting down beside her. "Well, you are not like most girls." Jace states, earning a small laugh from Amora, she rests the rose on her lap, the red a bright contrast against the black dress.
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127 a.c.
"You are quiet." Amora says, setting down her goblet of wine, her lilac eyes peering up at Aemond, who sat across from her. The two sat alone in the princess's quarters, both having breakfast. The princess was a bit dressed down, with no corsets or intricate braids.
Aemond on the other hand wore the same leather cowl and leather pants.
The prince hums, gently rapping his knuckles on the table. "Nothing, I'm just thinking." Aemond states, he reaches forward and he grabs a piece of bread. Amora eyes him. "Thinking about what exactly?" Amora asks
"Yes brother, share with us what goes on in that Cyclopes brain of yours." A teasing voice asks
Amora sighs, annoyed, throwing a piece of bread at Aegons chest. "Not nice, Aegon. What have I told you about that nickname." Amora scolds
Aemond covers his face, annoyed. Aegon smirks, grabbing a grape and popping it into his mouth, sitting down at an open seat. "Where's Helaena and Baelor, they are meant to have joined us by now?" Amora asks, she really didn't want to be stuck in a room with the two when they began bickering.
"Helaena is probably playing with her bugs somewhere, and I am not my twin's keeper, probably fucking a maid." Aegon states with a small shrug, continuing to eat his breakfast.
Amora grimaces and she sits up, "I'll go find her." Amora says, pushing herself out of her seat.
Aemond straightens up. "I'll join you, I'm just about done with breakfast." Aemond states, ignoring the fact that his plate is full.
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Amora and Aemond walked side by side in silence. Amora side glances at him every few minutes. "Out with it." Aemond sighs, turning to her. "Are you trying something new, what's with the silence." Amora asks
Aemond shakes his head, pursing his lips. "I heard something from the maids." Aemond states
Amora smiles, putting her hands behind her back, and swaying on her feet. "Are you putting your nose in places where they don't belong again?" Amora teased, earning a small smile from Aemond before it went away.
"Has Jacerys Velaryon been sending you letters?" Aemond asks
Amora stiffens. "What?" She asks
Aemond tilts his head, catching the rigidness of her movements. He was in no mood to be lied to again. "You know exactly what I am talking about Amora." Aemond states bluntly, showing how serious he was.
Amora sighs, picking up her skirts and making her way towards one of the benches. "Sit." She orders, her imploring eyes watching Aemond sigh and move to sit at her side. Amora tilts her head so her eyes can meet his. "What if I was Aemond? What if Jacerys needed someone our age who isn't his brother to speak with? I understand your anger and hate towards them, which is why I never said anything." Amora says, gently placing a hand on top of Aemond's.
Aemond stares at her hand, upset. "You don't seem to understand Amora, if you did you would hate them just as much as I do." Aemond states, pulling his hand away. "Aemond." Amora whispers, placing her now lonely hand on his shoulder, tilting him so they are face to face. "I did hate them, for a while. I hated them because they hurt you, but explaining why I no longer do will only upset you. I will always have your side. Please believe me." Amora states
Aemond brings a hand up and he cups her cheek, watching as she leans into his touch. "I want to, but you made friends with the enemy. I don't think I can forgive that." Aemond whispers, pulling his hand away.
Amora opens her eyes, shocked and hurt.
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A/N
Baelor is Aegons twin, the younger. He'll be introduced properly further in the book.
