𝙺𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽 ° aemond targaryen

Act Three, Scene Four

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"𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚅𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊"
𝟷𝟸𝟾 𝙰𝙲 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙
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     THE SCREECH OF DRAGON CALLS echoed through the air, the wind hitting the young man's face as he flew over the city. The people milling the streets below looked like small bugs to him, something easily squashed beneath his feet. The dragon below him rumbled as the beast tilted her head and called back to her ally.

     The ground shook as the two Conquest dragons landed just a little ways outside the city, dust flying up and creating a hazy cloud around them. The boy had just returned from his morning search, something that had been a routine for him the past fortnight.

      Something in Aemond's mind refused to let him give up looking for his wife, despite him believing deep down that she had been lost in the storm. Each morning, just as the first sign of daylight was peaking over the horizon, the boy took to the skies, scanning the horizon around the Stormlands in hopes of finding even a glimpse of the girl.

Every morning for the past fortnight.

He was greeted by his elder brother's steward as he turned down the hall the his chambers, pulling off his riding gloves. The young boy turned, his back straightening at the sight of the prince. "Sorry to disturb, My Prince." He said, his voice wavering slightly.

Aemond sighed, brushing past the boy and into his chambers. His eye refused to travel towards the place beside the fire, an unfinished book still sitting open on the table. "What is it my brother needs?"

"King Aegon invites you to join him for the Council meeting, My Prince." The boy said, still hovering in the doorway as the Targaryen moved about his room. "He says to meet him there with haste."

The elder boy scoffed softly, mumbling beneath his breath before promptly spinning on his heel, a small smirk on his face. "Cannot keep the king waiting, now can I?"

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     "Aemond."

     All eyes turned to face the younger Targaryen brother as he strode into the room, paying no mind to the others as he as he looked at the king. His brother smirked at him as the taller boy climbed the steps towards the table.

     "What is your business here?" His mother spoke up again, her brows furrowed as his eye finally turned towards her.

     "The king summoned me," Aemond responded, his eye passing her quickly before he turned his attention towards the board set off to the side of the table, holding the maps of the country and notes about their movements.

     "You do not have a seat at this council."

     Aegon sighed softly. "Aemond is my closest blood and our best sword. Not to mention his lady wife held a place that he will be...filling in until her return." He paused, glancing over at his younger brother, noticing how his shoulders tended slightly. The king quickly looked away from him. "I welcome him."

     The room was silent momentarily as One-Eye looked over the map. "Path to King's Landing is through the Riverlands." His hand lifted up, tracing the markings on the map. "We must establish a toehold there...at Harrenhal."