But white soon turned red, and a bastard girl was born in fire and blood, a babe who didn't burn.
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In which a Targaryen slave was sold back to her family
Aegon T x Female oc x Aemond T
Helaena T x Female oc
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It was not long after Aemond's empty eye socket was filled with a sapphire of the purest blue that he began to take walks around the castle grounds with Allarria. They were never particularly long walks, for both had duties they intended to fulfil, and they walked with an intended purpose: to gather wildflowers. Aemond didn't particularly like picking flowers right beside flea bottom, with all the commoners staring at them as they worked, but Allarria was convinced the best flowers were here; after all, it was common for the best things to grow in the worst environments, and Aemond supposed that was true. After all, roses grew best with manure, and Allarria grew up to be so good and kind in a whorehouse.
He did have to admit that the flowers she picked were pretty things of all colours, and they would sit in the basket Aemond carried as he watched Allarria gather them before they were arranged and sent to each of their rooms. Most everyone got a bouquet, Aegon, Alicent, Helaena and himself, of course, and they would sit in his chambers until they died and were replaced with a new bouquet. Whilst not known for his ability in flower picking, or even really helping in general, he was more than happy to carry her basket and watch her bend over in the flower fields, picking flowers for his rooms. And when it was just them, he could pretend it was only his rooms that she was picking them for.
