The Realms Rose | Aemond Targaryen / Daemon Targaryen

XXVIII

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The room had been decorated in the colours of the Tyrell's and the Reach. Yellow and green hung from the walls, along with roses and banners with the rose sigil of House Tyrell. There was also a large table down the centre of the room that was groaning under the weight of the food. It smelt delicious.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen and his wife, Princess Aurora Tyrell."

As they made their way into the hall, heads turned to watch them as a light murmur filled the room.

Aemond held his wife's hand firmly as they walked further into the great hall. He couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction fill him as he saw eyes and heads turn to watch them, many of them in awe at the sight of his wife's beauty.

He could hear the light murmurs that followed them as they walked, the occasional mention of her name and several mentions of her dress. He felt a proud smirk form across his face as he listened.

Aurora felt beautiful and powerful, even more so when she caught a glimpse of her family seated at the main table alongside Aemonds kin. Her heart fluttered as her father looked over at her with a proud expression, a pleased smile on his lips, pride and delight swimming in the older man's eyes.

Her father, Lord Harlen Tyrell, was a typically cordial man. Handsome for his age, still tall and strong even in his middle age. His hair was still mostly blonde and his face rugged, still showing signs of his younger years spent on the field or in the saddle.

He sat beside her mother Lady Olenna Tyrell, dressed in clothes of deep brown and green with a gold clasp holding it all together. He looked the very picture of a typical Reach lord, a little plump around the belly and with a thick blonde beard.

His eyes twinkled as they found his daughters face, the obvious pride shining in his eyes at her beauty. He raised his cup to her silently, giving her a small nod before taking a sip.

Her father's raised cup drew her eyes, his silent celebration making her smile up at him. She felt like a little girl again, wanting nothing more than to run up to him and throw her arms around his neck to hug the older man. But instead, she remained beside her husband as they walked up to the table to greet the Queen, the King and his heir, Rhaenyra.

Her heart leaped into her throat as her eyes instantly found Daemon. There he was. Sitting at the table beside Rhaenyra and staring at her with a scowling glare. There was a cup of wine in his hand and he drank from it, his reddened cheeks a tell that it was not his first cup. But his gaze was focused on her and her alone, his eyes hard and cold and he looked at the necklace on her neck.

Her head began to spin as his violet eyes bore into her, his scowl almost causing her to stumble in her step. Thank the gods Aemond held her hand firmly in his, she would have probably tripped over and broken her neck otherwise.

"You are a vision to behold, Princess." The Queen greeted her with a kind smile.

The pleasant words from the queen helped to bring Aurora out of her small trance, her head quickly darting to look at her instead of at the dangerous man sat across the table. Her heart was still racing in her chest, but she was finally able to find the words to speak.

"Thank you, your Grace. You are too kind." She responded with a soft smile, curtsying gracefully to the woman and the King, who sat beside her, wheezing and frail.

Aurora tried her best to fain a smile at Rhaenyra, sweat coating her palms as the pregnant woman looked at her with a gracious smile.