The Serpent's Fangs (Aemond x oc)

Chapter 15

Vhagar landed in front of the Dragonpit with a loud thud, the beast shaking the floor with its weight as dragon keepers rushed forward to aide the Prince.

Aemond climbed down the dragon, stumbling slightly as his feet met the steady, gravel ground. The one eyed prince was still staring off into the distance, eyes casted low onto the floor as he walked away from his bonded beast.

'Prince Aemond!' One of the maesters walked towards the Targaryen, concerned evident on his face.

'Get that thing into the dragonpit.'

'My prince, we must get you dry clothes immediately. Leave you drenched for too long and sickness might-'

Aemond had moved fast, hands snatching the front of the maester's robes as he yanked the man closer, the maester's knees buckling at the force.

'Lock Vhagar in the dragonpit!' The Prince yelled, causing the others around him to jolt in surprise.

The second son of Alicent Hightower, though as ruthless and merciless as he was, Aemond was also known for his composure and the ability to remain unaffected no matter the situation. Seeing the Prince so clearly in distress was bound to unsettle his subjects.

Vhagar gave a low rumble and with the sound of it came the echo of a small screech, the flashes of flesh being torn before it hits the water. Aemond tossed the man to the floor, breathing harshly as he quickly turned from the dragon he had risked his life to obtained.

The dragon that had just taken a life he wanted as his own.

Without another glance behind he walked past the dragon keepers, the people parting around him in fear of being the receiving end of his wrath.

Aemond had gained the biggest dragon in the realm, the Queen of the Beasts they call it though what does it matter when he couldn't control it. Frustrated, the Prince took a detour, walking through the dark alleyway in order to get back to the palace faster.

His mind was silenced, feet moving purely of muscle memory as he approached the palace's front gates.

Aemond didn't remember taking a turn, nor had he heard the guards announcing his name or the fact that he had walked up the steps, opening the doors to his home. His mind had stopped, numb towards his surroundings and so his body moved instead, keeping occupied for fear that if he were to stop and realise fully what he had done, the Prince might break.

'Aemond-seven hells.' His mother's voice can be heard as the Queen quickly walked down the steps, Otto Hightower not far behind. 'What urgent matter did Lord Borros have to send you back in such a state?'

'Well? What is it boy, speak.' Otto added once the Prince did not immediately give his report.

They had both been awaiting his return, eager to hear of the potential growth of their allies though Aemond had heard none of it, walking right past the Queen without another word.

'Aemond?' Alicent called, looking back at her son with worry. 'Aemond!'

Once she had gotten no response the Queen raced after him, grabbing onto his arm before he could take a step towards the stairs.

Finally, her son's eye slid towards her as she turned him to face her, hand immediately coming to tuck a stray strand of hair out of his face. 'Aemond, what has happened?'

The Prince blinks before he realised what was being asked.

'Lord Borros has gratefully accepted the marriage pact.' He replied hoarsely before attempting to turn. Alicent held on tight, searching her son's eye that had never looked to drained of life.