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

S I X T Y - F O U R

Cordelia's P.O.V.

This place is... Cute. Cozy. It has potential.

The little studio has a few windows on one wall, the glass dusty and coated in a tint of something yellow. There are a few loose and eroded floorboards, creating an uneven and creaky surface to walk on, but that can be fixed. The small kitchen needs a microwave and fridge, which will be the first thing I save up to buy for the one-room studio apartment.

I stand in the center of the place with my suitcase and boxes surrounding me, which seems slightly overwhelming, but there is not much I have to unpack. While it's true that I don't have many possessions of my own, that won't deter me from making the most of this situation. For the first time in years, I have a home all by myself, a place to call my own.

It just needs a little love.

My phone has been buzzing with calls and messages from three certain brothers, but I keep it on silent until they take a hint. After everything and all that was said, they should know I was going to move out, know I needed to move out for my own sanity. And it's a rather liberating thought, knowing I have my own place that is all mine, one I pay for all by myself.

"I wouldn't keep my front door open if I were you."

Suddenly, I am surprised by a voice that appears from the threshold of my doorway, causing me to swiftly turn around. A woman a few years older than me leans against the threshold, sending me a disapproving expression, like I'm an idiot for keeping the door unlocked and opened. But the studio smells like old cheese... I need to air it out somehow.

"Why not?" I speak up, tone innocent, while I shrug a shoulder. Her brows scrunch at me then, and she snorts. "Do you know what part of King's Landing you're in right now?"

... The street of silk, just on the edge of Flea Bottom.

"True." I sigh, making a mental note to remember what kind of neighborhood I'm living in now. Then, offering the girl a friendly smile, I introduce myself while fidgeting with my pinkie finger. "I'm Cordelia Silvius. Are you my neighbor?"

"Yeah, I live just across from you." She nods her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "My name is Juliette Jacks, but everyone calls me Julie. You want any help? It sure as fuck looks like you need it."

"You... You want to help me?" I frown at her question then, feeling sceptical that she would want to help me, given where we are living in King's landing. Shrugging her shoulders, almost a little sheepishly, Julie says with a tone of indifference. "Well, yeah. We're the only girls on this floor. We should stick together."

My brows raise at the thought of us being the only women on this floor, since my landlord never mentioned that. However, even if he had mentioned that minor detail, I would still be too desperate to reject this studio. I was lucky enough to just find a place in my price range on such short notice during the holidays. 

"Okay, yeah." I smile at her, ignoring the doubt in my stomach, and say. "Thanks."

"I got some cleaning supplies." She comments before pulling out her keys and turning to her studio. "Let me grab them real quick."

Julie leaves me to grab what she has that can help me, and I glance around my one-room studio apartment again, suddenly wondering if I made the right choice. It wasn't smart of me to take this place, but I didn't have time to find anything better in my budget, and I needed to get out of that house before the boys came back. Before they came back and gave me more promises they don't intend to keep, more counterfeit love with no actions of consideration.

I did the right thing. I needed to leave.

Maybe I left in the worst way possible, but I couldn't tell them I wanted to move out, or they would try to convince me to stay, and I wouldn't be able to handle that. Daeron would make promises to me that his brothers couldn't keep, and Aegon would throw money at the situation like he does with most issues. Aemond would fight with me on it until suggesting to pay for an apartment he found worthy, but I don't want a cent from them.