Enemies to Lovers. 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ...and she wondered, did they go from lovers to enemies or from enemies to lovers?
"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹."
Qu...
It wasn't the loss of the bastard, he didn't give a damn about traitors and would have thrown him to Vhagar after the conquest at the very latest. No, it was the loss of a powerful weapon and the knowledge that he had made a mistake again.
His heart began to race and he could feel his blood pulsing. His breathing became quicker and everything in his body tensed. Every muscle, every fiber.
The blacks had lured them into a trap and like a stupid, naive, aimless child he had fallen for it. He had thrown years of lessons and learned warfare aside, blinded by the desire for revenge.
His whole body began to shake with anger.
"Aemond, let's go," Aegon shouted, trying to flee like a coward, but Aemond was no coward.
He was a Targaryen, and a real Targaryen didn't hide or run away.
He realized that he had nothing left to lose.
Aegon seemed to know from his expression that he had no intention of running away like a dog with his tail between his legs. "Aemond-," he began, but he had no interest in listening to his pathetic whining. Instead, he gave Vhagar the order to attack and at a rapid, breathtaking pace, Vhagar flew steeply towards King's Landing.
He saw that the guards had not expected another attack, noting that they had a gigantic arrow pointed at him.
He heard the first people scream, panicking as they saw him coming.
