"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ Can I ask you a question? }
A week after the hunt, Valyria was engrossed in reading The Complete Lineage of House Targaryen under a large tree. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.
In particular, the footsteps of a Kingsguard. She looked from her book and saw the Lord Commander.
"You must come inside, princess."
"Is it the king's command?" He looked up. "It is to rain, princess. The Queen has sent me to fetch you." She looked up and sighed. Valyria picked her book up and walked to him as she felt a droplet on her nose.
Valyria and the Lord Commander went inside. As they separated, Valyria headed back to her bedroom but halted when she heard an unusual noise. She shook her head, causing droplets to fly off her hair onto the walls.
Like a whimper.
She followed the sound, and it originated in Aemond's room. She opened the door and saw him with his back to her, looking at his hand. She moved to the side, then her eyes widened.
She walked quietly to him and said nothing as she grabbed hold of his arm and studied the cut down his palm that was obviously infected.
"Valyria, why—"
"Aemond, this is infected! You could lose your hand—come, we must go to the maester." She turned to walk, but he pulled his hand from her grasp.
"No." She looked at him and saw his stubbornness. And...shame. For some reason, he didn't want anyone to know about the injury. Which was strange, but not what she was intent on focusing on.
"How did you get this?" She demanded. She left no room for Aemond to weasel his way from the question, so he sighed. "I was feeding Vhagar a dead lamb when she accidentally nicked me. I didn't tell Mother because then she would forbid me from riding."
Valyria scowled, but she understood where he was coming from. She had done the same at the hunt on Aegon's nameday.
But, this was serious.
"Aemond, you need to be treated for this." He looked away, and she groaned, then found her answer. "I will go...borrow some things from the Maester, then treat you." Without another word, she was gone.
Aemond waited patiently as he picked up a book and began reading. She had left it—The Complete Lineage of House Targaryen.
The Maesters had recently added the Green and Black children. It now told of Valyria with accurate descriptions of her appearance and her title. Princess of Dragonstone was one. She would be when her mother ascended.
Finally, Valyria barged in holding all kinds of salves, cloth, and tools. For the next hour, the princess was tending to the prince's wound. The problem was that she knew absolutely nothing about healing or anything of the sort.
