C U R I O S I T Y | Aemond Targaryen

F I F T Y - S E V E N

Daeron's P.O.V.

"Wow... Look at you." I whisper in a hushed tone, as if speaking any louder would shatter what is in my hand. Chuckling under his breath, Aegon gently nudges Delia with his shoulder and teases. "Aw. Look at your pink bows."

In the livingroom with a polaroid photo in hand, I beam at the sight I see while my brothers gape at the other stuff found in the old shoe box. Cordelia sits in the middle of the couch, between me and Aegon, smiling with embarrassment in her expression. Aemond hovers over us from behind the couch, leaning his hands on the back cushions while studying the frail pictures.

"This is the Bloodrider of Essos?" Aemond then asks Delia, while pointing at the picture in my hand. Nodding her head, shrugging her shoulders, she explains while taking the old photo from my grasp. "This is before he joined the Dothraki Mafia and became the Bloodrider." 

The polaroid photo, with its faded colors and stains, displays Cordelia and the Bloodrider as teenagers. In his worn-out blue jeans, muddy cowboy boots, and grubby white t-shirt, her brother leans against a sports car that he probably stole for a race. Leaning on the stolen car beside him, Delia mimics his outfit and sticks out her tongue.

In the photo, Cordelia wears faded boot-cut blue jeans and grass-stained sand-color cowgirl boots. Her tight white tank top is tucked into her pants and is just as dirty as her brother's t-shirt. With her dark brown hair neatly styled in two short braids, she dons an old blue baseball cap and sunglasses.

"We lost contact right around the time he joined the Dothraki." Delia comments while pulling out another picture from her shoe box for us to see. "It was probably for the best."

"Odds are, he distanced himself to protect you, baby." Aemond speaks up with sincerity in his tone and rests a hand on her shoulder. "I bet he didn't want you anywhere near the Mafia."

"Yeah, maybe so." 

Mumbling under her breath, sounding almost sad at the thought, she continues to dig through her shoe box for more photos of her past. I watch her for a moment as she pulls out little trinkets, wondering if it bothers her how she doesn't know what's become of her brother. Though Aemond makes a good point, that wouldn't change the desire to know, and Cordelia is too curious about things to not want to know about what her brother is doing now.

"Can I keep this picture?" Aegon blurts out then, lifting a picture and giving Cordelia the smile he makes when he wants something. "I'll take good care of it. Promise."

Glancing past Delia to the picture in my oldest brother's hand, I find him holding the picture of her when she was a kid. The photo shows Delia pushing her cheeks together, making her have a cute pouting face. Her hair is in two ponytails, wrapped in two pink bows, and she's wearing a pink sundress that looks too big for her.

"Sure." Cordelia laughs, tilting her head to the side. "Why not?"

Her answer prompts Aegon to swiftly reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. He slips it into an empty spot of the wallet and stuffs it back in his pants pocket before she can change her mind. Smirking at him and shaking my head, I put some of the things laid out on the coffee table back into the shoe box before he can think to ask for them next.

On the drive home, Delia mentioned she has this shoe box of things from her life in Essos, and how it's been in her closet this entire time. The moment we walked through the door, we insisted on seeing her memory box and have been hanging out in the living room ever since. All four of us should be in bed right now, but none of us can drag ourselves away from this box of memories.

It's not every day your best girl friend reveals she has a brother that's in a Mafia and is a Street Racing Legend.

"I still don't understand how this thing works." Aemond huffs while inspecting the little black box that Delia plugged into Aegon's car earlier tonight. Glaring at the electronic like its witchcraft, he grunts with utter confusion. "Where did your brother get it?"