Reminisce // Aemond Targaryen

II Swear

A/N; High Valyrian in italics.

Viserra found herself numb as she readied for supper, her encounters with Aemond left her utterly shaken, she needed to clear her head, but with no time, what could she do? She was sitting at her vanity when a knock came to the door, Jace, she thought. How wrong she was.

Viserra opened her door to see Aemond glaring at her.

'Niece.' He began coldly, 'I have been sent to escort you to supper.' He turned on his heel, seemingly with no regard as to whether or not she was following him. She strolled, not caring to match his pace as he dropped back to meet her, tugging her arm to place it around his.

'What do you want from me, Aemond?' She asked curiously, 'Do you intend to torture me for the rest of my days, make me your little toy?' She jested, knowing there was slight truth to it.

'Hm.' He hummed, face straight as he hastened his walk, 'I intend to even the score.' He spoke, her body palpitating at his words, she was not afraid of him, per se, but rather his anger, how far he would go to "even the score". 'Do I frighten you, niece?' He began, 'Do you fear for what I shall do to you?' He looked down at her, a power play.

She swallowed her panic to appear unfazed, 'I fear nothing but your appearance, Gods know that I was startled to see such a butchered figure appear outside of my rooms at this hour.' She said sarcastically, striking his nerves. They were barely two metres from the hall doors when he grabbed her.

Aemond pushed her against the wall again, grabbing her neck with one hand and her jaw with the other, he didn't squeeze her airway, he only raised her head to meet his eye. 'Your mouth will get you killed, Viserra.' He began, a hint of pride as he could tell she was beginning to tremor under his grip, 'I intend to put it to good use.' He released her from his hold, her hands reaching to feel her neck where he had just been, walking towards the doors, he held them open for her, seemingly forgetting what he had just done.

Rhaenyra caught her eye and gestured her over to their corner of the room, just as Aemond retreated to his own family, 'I need you all to be on your best behaviour tonight, do not provoke and do not encourage, yes?' Rhaenyra was anxious, she paced around her children as she prepared to return to the greens.

'Yes, yes. They will be alright, Rhaenyra, they are almost grown.' Daemon said, being the voice of reason, a rare occurrence.

'Very well, Viserra, you shall have Aemond to your left.' Rhaenyra gritted her teeth in preparation for backlash from her daughter.

'So be it, Mother. Let us get this farce over with.' Viserra could not be bothered arguing anymore.

The family strolled over to the table, the Hightowers all waiting by their chairs dutifully, except Aegon, obviously.

'You drink more than a Braavosi sea lord.' Aemond remarked towards an already tipsy Aegon. 

You do not drink enough!' he slurred as his extended family began to flock to their seats. Rhaenyra sat at one head of the table, Daemon to her left and Luke to her right, Luke sat with Rhaena who had Baela to her left, Baela had her betrothed, Jace, to her right, Jace sitting next to his sister, who had the luck of also sitting next to her betrothed, Aemond, being the only one invading the black's side of the table.

Aegon sat at the other head of the table, much to his uncle's amusement. He had his brother to his left, his mother to his right, Alicent with Otto to her right, and Otto with Helaena to his right. Helaena muttered prophecy as Daemon settled, realising this was to be his whole night.

Aegon rose to begin a speech, everyone holding their breath in preparation for what was arguably the most idiotic speech of all time. 'How nice it is to see you all,' He began, looking around the table, eyes lingering on his nieces, 'I wish to raise my cup to the soon-to-be queen, Rhaenyra,' he settled his gaze upon his sister, his stupidity knew no bounds, 'I know that you will make a wise and fair ruler, just as soon as I get my payment.' He said confidently, causing an unbridled giggle from Daemon, making Aegon's confidence falter, 'To her Grace!' He said, cup still raised.