Feelings Sold Separately - Aemond Targaryen

Chapter Five - The Dalton Solution

Maysie Farrin

A shrill ringing noise woke Maysie up from her deep slumber, instead of dreaming she was now hastily reaching for the floor, trying her best to find the noisy phone. "Hello?" She asked, not even looking at who had been calling.

"Goodmorning." Aemond's deep chuckle came through the speaker. "I'm assuming I woke you up?" He laughed again, the sound of a busy city accompanying his voice.

"Mhm, what time is it?" Maysie asked groggily, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

"8:40, Little Dragon." Aemond sounded disappointed but amused. "Did you sleep through your alarm?"

"Yeah." Maysie lied. "Something like that. How far are you?"

"About twenty minutes away, is that enough time for you to be ready?"

"I could be ready in five minutes, that's plenty of time." She joked as she stood up from her bed, her back cracking as she did.

"Should I speed then?" Aemond's voice held no joking tone, making Maysie panic.

"No! No, twenty minutes is good, great, yep." She was wide awake now, opening her dresser drawer and searching for something to wear. "Where are we going?" She asked, aware of the lack of fancy clothing adorning her wardrobe.

"Just to a mall, you can dress casually, I did." Aemond informed, the sound of his signal ticking in her ear. "I called to see if you wanted any coffee, I'm picking some up."

"Something cold and strong please! Thanks!" She yelled into the phone before hanging up. Quickly running around, making sure she looked okay for a day of shopping or whatever they decided to do.

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Maysie could see Aemond leaning against his black SUV out the front door, a coffee and small bag in his one hand, as he looked around. Embarrassment shot through her, she knew she lived in a crappy apartment building and in one of the worst neighbourhoods Flea Bottom had to offer. 'Maybe I should have insisted on taking the bus.'

She sighed as she opened the door, sending a polite smile Aemond's way. "Hi." She whispered, taking the coffee from his hand as he offered it to her.

"There's a bagel in here for you." He said, handing her the bag too. "I expect it to be gone by the time we get to the mall." He gave her a polite smile too, one she knew he didn't mean. "Are those for me?" Aemond asked, gesturing to the paper and pen in her other hand.

"Yep, it's all signed and everything, I just, I didn't have a bank account to fill out the payment section." She said quietly, hoping Aemond wouldn't linger on it.

"That's okay, we can stop by my office and set up one for you before we go. Do you have your ID on you?" Aemond asked, opening the passenger door for her.

"Um, no, I, can I be honest for a second?" Maysie asked, avoiding Aemond's attempt at making eye contact.

"You can always be honest, Little Dragon."

"Right well you see, I ran away three years ago, like from home." She began. "And at the time I didn't have time to look for my birth certificate, I had never seen it so I wasn't sure where it was and I had to move fast." Maysie took a deep breath. "I thought I could get a replacement one in the city, but the guy at the office said that they had no record of me in the system, so I would have to have my parents reach out for one." She let out a nervous chuckle. "That's not a possibility, so until I can sneak into my childhood home, towns and towns away, I don't have an ID." She took a quick step back from Aemond. "I'm sorry, that was a lot!" She laughed nervously again. "I, you probably see how difficult I am, I'll just go, I'm sorry."

"Maysie." Aemond's deep voice kept her from taking another step back. "This is exactly what I want from our arrangement." His smile was now genuine. "If you have an issue, I want to fix it, I want you to come to me to fix it." His words shocked her, his hand resting below her chin, making her look him in the eye. "You'll have an ID and bank account by the end of the day, I can do that."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "How, how can you 'do that'?" She asked, searching his eye for some inkling of deception or malice, yet all she could find was that she quite liked the shade of purple he sported.

"If you haven't guessed already, I have quite a bit of money." He laughed, lowering his hand. "Money often gets you most things, and if not I have ties to people in both low and high places, so," He gestured for her to take a seat in the passenger seat. "I can get you an ID and bank account, no problem."

Maysie just nodded, waiting in her seat, bagel in her lap, coffee in hand, as Aemond sat in his seat. "Thank you, Aemond. This means a lot to me." She opened up, resting her free hand on his arm. "Also," She laughed. "You said you dressed casually." Another loud laugh broke out.

"I am?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Nice black slacks and a, what? Hundred percent wool sweater with a button up underneath?" She looked at him with disbelief. "That's not causal." She shook her head, looking at the jeans she wore, the nicest ones she owned. Yet they still had frayed bottoms and the nice sweater she had put on had a hole in the armpit that she hoped Aemond wouldn't see. And her coat? She tried her best to not cry at the fact it was clearly worn and stained. She felt so out of place.

She thought she was dressed quite nice, yet here was Aemond, far more fancy than she could be with what she had. "While we're shopping maybe I'll finally buy a pair of jeans." He rested his hand on her thigh. "Would that be casual enough for you?"

Maysie let out a puff of air and nodded her head, putting on her best smile. His hand was warm as it sat atop her leg. Usually she thought her thighs looked huge, because they were, she wasn't blind, but Aemond's hand made them look small. He wasn't a big guy, but his height made him much bigger than her, his hands far bigger than her own. Warmer too.

She missed that warmth when he raised his hand, pushing a few buttons before a call popped up on his SUV's small screen, Aemond putting the car into drive and pulling out of his parking spot as the call connected. "What the fuck do you want?" A deep voice boomed through the vehicle, making the hair on Maysie's neck stand up.

"You're on speaker, Dalton. Watch your language." Aemond scoffed.

"Sorry, what would you like my royal highness?" The man said in a posh accent, pitching his voice as high as possible. Maysie let out a laugh, slapping her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh, she sounds cute, Aemond, do tell."

Aemond just shook his head, eyes still steadily on the road. "I sent you some information, I need a birth certificate made, and an official Identification card please."

"I'll need a picture." The man grumbled, the sound of him typing coming through the car's speakers.

"We'll stop by later this afternoon and you can take her picture then." Aemond informed the man, Dalton.

"Oh? So I get to make cute girl an ID and meet her? Hell yeah." The man yelled.

"Goodbye, Dalton." Aemond quickly hung up.

"Who was that?" Maysie asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."