𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

ii | the one-eyed prince

ACT II — CHAPTER II
Tʜᴇ Oɴᴇ-Eʏᴇᴅ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

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"The Darling of the Realm? That seems a bit self-righteous, don't you agree?"

Myra Velaryon knew that she could not go the rest of her life without ever facing Aemond Targaryen again, but she thought she thought she would have more time.

He had changed so much in the time they had been apart. The first thing she noticed was that he was much taller. They used to be around the same height, but now it felt as if he towered over her. He had grown his hair out, as well; it used to just go down just above his shoulders, but now it had grown past them.

The most staggering difference, and the one Myra had been dreading, was the leather eyepatch that covered Aemond's left eye. There was a scar that ran halfway up his forehead and halfway down his cheek. Myra tried not to linger on that too long, but she knew Aemond could tell she had been staring at it.

Myra did her best to keep a stoic expression when she answered him, "I agree, but it was not a title I gave myself. So, not too self-righteous."

A sly smile grew on Aemond's face, "You don't look happy to see me."

"That would be because I am not," Myra said, trying to ignore the nervous feeling in her stomach, "I am surprised to see you, though."

"I do not know why you are. The Tarlys are of the Reach, as is my mother's house," he told her, "It would only be right to have a representative of her house here."

"Why not send Daeron?" Myra asked, "He's spent his entire life in the Reach, when you haven't even stepped a foot in its direction."

"How would you know where I've stepped? We haven't spoken in years," Aemond said, stepping closer to her, "Unless, that is, you've been keeping tabs on me?"

Myra promptly backed away from him.

It was odd, seeing him again, after all these years. Things had changed so much, but he was still Aemond, the same Aemond that she would sit in the Godswood with for hours on end. He was still her Aemond, if she could even call him that.

"Myra, I found Lord Caswell, we —" Jacaerys, who had walked up behind Myra, stopped talking when he saw Aemond.

"Hello, nephew," Aemond greeted, "Quite the reunion we're having."

"Come on, Myra," Jace muttered, grabbing his sister's arm, "The wedding's about to start."

Myra stared at Aemond a moment longer, whose eye had still not left her.

She slightly bowed her head, "Goodbye, uncle."

"Myra," Aemond said, bowing his own head to say goodbye before Jace promptly dragged her away.

"What did he say to you?" Jace asked once they were out of earshot, "Is Aegon here?"

"Nothing important, and no, I don't believe so," Myra answered, looking around, "He was just taunting me, is all."

Jace looked furious, and Myra, worried he might go back to Aemond and do something rash, pulled him away and towards Laisa and Lord Caswell, who she could see just across the hall.