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..THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR .. DUSK IN THE GODSWOOD.
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aemma velaryon wasn't sure why she listened to what he said, or why she found herself sneaking out of her chambers throughout the dark halls..
her heart raced in her chest, she'd never been fond of the dark or exploring at dark.
she found through the years that shadow shapes and blobs were uncomfortable, made her feel uneasy.
her steps picked up their pace as she stepped further into the shadows, straying from the lit paths along the courtyard.
she cursed herself mentally, if her mother knew what she was up to she'd be banned from flying and her visits to the vale without question.
the godswood was dimly lit, the great tree at the center of the garden was perched on a hill.
it was private, secluded and almost forgotten within the vastness of the red keep.
the crinkle of her shoes against the grass had her on eggshells, her ears ringing as she listened intently for any noise or person.
as she reached the tree she let out a heavy sigh, sitting down against the roots in the grass.
her fingertips danced between the blades, soothing herself as she tried to ignore her anxious thoughts of what lurked in the shadows.
she heard the scuff of boots against stone, followed by the soft echo of rushed steps approaching the garden.
she stiffened in fear, her hands now holding her gown.
her heart beat rapidly as she anticipated gods knows what, the worst she could think of were spies or her father.
aegon steps slowed as he entered the godswood, his breathing labored as he let out a laugh.
he leaned down for a moment, his hands resting on his knees before he looked up to meet aemma's confused gaze.
he waved his hand silently, taking in another deep breath before he began to walk up to the tree.
his hands slipped into his pockets briefly before two flasks appeared in his hand, a mischievous smile on his face.
"i suppose i didn't really think of my escape after i got the wine, i think i lost them back there though."
he admitted with a chuckle, sitting down beside her with a sigh. he leaned against the tree, his eyes shut for a moment before he offered the silver container to her.
aemma studied the flask with hesitation before she took it carefully, merely resting it in her hands as she looked back to the grass in thought.
she'd never broken her mother's rules when it came to being inside after dusk, she was terrified but couldn't help feel a bit relieved. as if she carved her own chunk of freedom out of her duties, though she never would be able to decide her freedom as she liked to imagine.
