A Spoil Of War || Aemond Targaryen

VIII. The Royal Feast

AEREA ENTERS THE CHAMBERS where they were holding the royal feast for just family.

Sunset decided to announce the three of their entrances by screeching making Aerea smile at her baby dragon, Lucerys tense up from the attention, and Rhaena mouthed help to her twin sister.

Aemond's eye stayed strictly on Aerea, his mother did not disappoint with the dress, and seeing his future wife wear green was utterly satisfying although he preferred her without clothing. He just smirked to himself at that thought before he noticed Lucerys's arm around hers and he clenched his fist.

Rhaenys smiles at her daughter and her dragon but it fades noticing the color choice of dress... Why would she ever wear that color knowing what it means? Is there something she doesn't know?

Alicent was satisfied that the girl followed her request to wear the dress she gave her, it gave a message from someone within Team Black which sends quite the message, having Prince Lucerys's betrothed walk around the Red Keep in a green dress.

Rhaenyra was curious about the dress color as she tilted her head before glancing at Daemon, he seemed upset by this obvious message, but she just whispered in her husband's ear to calm him.

"Shall we sit?" Aerea asked Luke.

Luke nods, "of course, come," he leads her by her hand to two empty seats, Aemond watches them with a sharp gaze, thinking of the ways he could kill Lucerys and take what is rightfully his.

Rhaenyra sends a smile and a nod to her dear son.

As Aerea sat down she met the eye of Aemond Targaryen.

He was upset, it wasn't apparent on his face, it was his body language. The way he clenched his fist on the table, his lips pressed in a thin line, and his eye slightly squinting.

She had to tear her eyes off of him but Sunset could sense her fear and screeched loudly flapping her orange-tinted wings!

"Lykiri," Aerea tells Sunset who for a new born baby dragon she actually listens and calms, putting her wings away and wraps her tail around her human's shoulder protectively. 

That's when they bring in the King.

He was no longer walking but being carried in a chair.

Aerea frowns sad to see her Uncle like this.

He is set between Rhaenyra and Alicent.

"How good it is to see you all tonight," Viserys told them weakly, "together."

"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent asks.

Viserys nods.

Everyone (mostly) began to pray with the Queen, especially her children, but Daemon and Aerea who had too much on her mind to even think the Gods were kind or merciful at all.

"This is an occasion of celebration it seems," Viserys says, "my grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins Baela and Aerea further strengthening the bond between our Houses. A toast to the young Princes and they're betrothed."

Everyone raised their cups and toasted to this.

Even Aemond but he still had the same body language.

The old King then stood up, "it both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table, the faces most dear to me in all the world have grown most distant from each other in the years in passing," he then takes off his mask showing how half of his face is gone, Aerea's jaw falls a bit in sadness, unable not to feel his pain in a way she wished she was closer with him considering he could be gone any day now, "my own face is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish for you to see me as I am. Not as a King but as your father, your brother, your husband, and your Grandsire. Who may not walk much longer among you... May we not hold these feelings in our hearts, the crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided but if not for the crown but for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly!"