BASED ON HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ON HBO &
FIRE AND BLOOD BY GEORGE R.R. MARTIN.
"In a family of gods, they were ordinary men."
"Apart, they were bitter and cold, a lone speck
against an infinite darkness, but together, they
burned as bright as the st...
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chapter eighteen !
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AEMOND, 134 AC
For five days after returning her dragon egg, Aemond had rarely spoken to Alayne. They went through a routine of planning and preparing, and he only offered the yes, my lady, the no, my lady, and his usual hum of acknowledgment, but that was it. Instead, he studied her. He tried to catch a glimpse of that person he'd seen in the corridor, but his betrothed's eyes were always glazed over. It was said that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and it was as if Alayne had simply closed the curtains.
Aemond wished for a phantom wind to blow the curtains aside so he could see her.
It was a curious thing, he thought. She'd been in King's Landing for two days—a week, now—and already she was burrowing herself under Aemond's skin whether she realized it or not, whether he wanted it or not.
Gods, what was Alayne doing to him? Did he want her to break open her shell so badly that he started to do the same?
He cursed himself for his lack of judgment, his slip of the mind. He'd allowed his emotions to get the better of him, and now his leverage against Alayne was gone, but more importantly, he'd revealed a part of himself that he hadn't meant to.
Aemond's softer side was one that he never revealed to anyone, not even to Helaena or his mother. They knew it was there, of course, but they'd never seen it.
