Aemond Targaryen Imagines

Save my heart (Part 2)

Aemond crumpled the paper in his hands as his fury began to make him tremble. Taking a deep breath to steady himself he let out a low seethed puff of breath that growled out between gritted teeth.

"My Prince." One of the council members said. Aemond ignored them as he stormed to the door, ripping it open hard enough to startle the guard on the other side as the heavy wood made loud protests against being opened so furiously. His footsteps forewarned his appearance. Echoing doom as he walked the corridors. He reached Helaena's apartments and found his mother waiting for him. She was sitting, lounging, in one of the armchairs looking out at the sea through the wide window that illuminated the empty room. She lazily sipped at the goblet in her hand as she looked at him. He stopped and looked around the empty room from the doorway. She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows.

"Do you need something, Aemond?" She asked. His eyes flicked over to her and he shook his head.

"Where is she?" He snapped.

"Who?" Alicent asked and looked at him with a devious innocence.

"My sister, where is she?" Aemond demanded and took a step further into the room. Alicent took a moment, sipping her drink and letting her hand holding the goblet swing out lazily to drape over the side of her chair. Not a drop spilled.

"My poor boy. You do seem to be having trouble keeping track of your women." She smiled to herself as he stamped closer. He would have been intimidating to her. But now he looked little more than a large toddler stamping his feet.

"She has been exchanging letters with my wife! I WANT MY SON!" Aemond lost his temper and leaned down over Alicent. She sat up in the chair. Her free hand reached up to embrace his cheek and she smiled sadly.

"This is the stress of helping your brother. Let the council make some decisions and take some time to rest." Alicent said in a patronising tone. Aemond shrank back and gave her a disgusted look.

"Perhaps it is time you sobered up, mother." Turning on his heels he stormed out of view. After a few moments, Alicent got up to find Helaena, stopping at the door. A wilted plant was shoved into a corner. With a shrug, she tipped the rest of her water from her goblet into the pot and smiled to herself.

Helaena was not found until late in the evening. Despite being summoned multiple times, Aemond had to go to her. They managed to meet right outside the doors of the throne room. Aemond hadn't expected her to be there and looked quite surprised for a moment. Helaena's expression was unreadable. She gave the impression that this was always where she had intended to come across Aemond.

"Where is my wife?" Aemond asked as he took in the sight of his sister. She was wearing a dark green dress so dark you could mistake it for being cut from black cloth. As calmly as if he'd asked her about the weather, she answered.

"Not here." Her voice was soft and soothing. He scoffed, swallowed a slew of vulgar words and took a threatening step towards her. Helaena took a step forward herself, unflinching and fearless. She held Aemond's gaze and he felt a shiver of hesitation crawl down his spine.

"You know where she is and I demand to know." He tried to control the tone of his voice, afraid she would hear the trembling in his breath. "She has my son."

"I knew where she was. But she is not there any more. You should not worry about the children. I know my sister-by-law well. I trust her." Helaena smiled as if she was reassuring him but Aemond let his head bow low as he closed his eyes. It was always frustrating trying to get a clear answer from his sister.

"She is my enemy. HE is my heir. Of course, I should worry." He muttered out as if he were sick of explaining something simple to a child. Helaena smiled and looked at him as if he had just solved a great mystery for her.