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"Dalton. Thanks for meeting with us." Davina remarked as she climbed down off fury.
"Thank you for looking so fine to make the journey." Dalton declared. "And you must be another wannabe queen."
"Avalon Targaryen." She corrected stepping forward.
"Dalton suck my cock greyjoy." he introduced. Davina stepped forward as Avalon went red not liking this already.
"I would rather claw it from your body." Davina countered. "We gonna talk or are you going to be a dick thinking with your little dick and not your pea sized brain?"
"Davina," Avalon whispered. SHe didnt think insulting someone they wanted on their side was helpful but Dalton laughed out
"I like you, come on in. I will get us drinks." Dalton decided.
"Can you call off your dogs vaera?" Jace whispered she glanced back at the men.
"Harmless come on in. What do i owe the pleasure?"
"Is aunt avalon here?"
"No. Shes in a meeting." Vaera answered "Whats going on?"
"Where are the littles off to?" Daya questioned. Jeremy looked to the sky seeing Mora take flight with Aspen on her back.
"Fucking hell girl, we are so fucked." Jeremy decided.
"We?" Daya demanded.
"Avalon put us in charge of the children-"
"I dont recall agreeing to that." daya countered.
"And now we lost one."
"Skylar is with his father." Daya countered. "You lost Aspen."
"We."
"You."
" It seems, Your Grace, that the smallfolk have become restless." Jasper offered.
" So?" Aemond countered.
"There is not food enough in the city. Those with means have bought more than their share." Jasper offered.
"All the more reason Ser Tyland must break the blockade." Aemond agreed.
"In the meantime, the people are hungry, and their anger is rising." Larys informed him. 'The enemy without may be fought with swords." Larys added. "The enemy within is more insidious."
"Why is this anger directed at us? It is Rhaenyra the Pretender who ordered the Gullet closed and left them all to starve." Aemond countered.
"Maeve?" Aegon rasped out.
"Hi." She answered. "Aemond is being awful and I... need you to wake up and fight." She whimpered. "Aegon... fight." His eyes flickered open and closed. "Give him something for the pain." Maeve rasped wiping at her eyes. "I hate you sometimes doofus." Maeve informed him. "But Aemond has turned into a man I dont know."
"You're late." Aemond barked at the maester.
"I am happy to report that His Grace the king has regained consciousness this morning, if only for a few moments."
"You said there was little hope." Jasper countered.
"He is stronger than I thought." Maester offered. "This morning his breath comes easier. He may yet live, thank the gods."
"What happy news." Aemond agreed.
Maeve was at his bedside as Aegon was tended to. Aemond stared back at her before turning to Aegon. Aegon whimpered as they cleaned his bandages, the pain overwhelming.
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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? / Aemond Targaryen / House of the Dragon
FanfictionAemond x oc Daemon x oc Cregan x oc Helaena x oc Corlys x oc Rhaenys x oc Team Black? Team green? Team Karma is a bitch. They were caged and then they were called crazy. The Targaryen woman were what they were 'cause thats what the world trained th...
