ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 Alicendria Targaryen, The 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯. The 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 is 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 with her nephew, the 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. How could someone so perfect be inlove with someone who is 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒...
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Floris strode through the bustling streets of King's Landing, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and fear. She was holding a small, worn-out scroll in her hands, its edges frayed from being handled too much. As she approached the Red Keep, her heart skipped a beat with each step, her feet quickening with determination. Her mind was set on one goal: finding Aemond. She had to tell him the news, the news that could change everything.
Finally, she reached the castle, its walls towering above her.
She hurried through the halls, her eyes scanning every corridor that stretched before her. She was so focused on finding Aemond that she barely even notice the palace guards and servants who spared her curious glances as she passed. Her breath caught in her chest as she heard a deep, familiar voice drifting towards her from a nearby room. She quickened her steps towards the sound, her heart pounding against her ribs.
As she approached the room, she heard soft, panting breaths and quiet moans. She froze, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening inside the room. Tentatively, she peeked through the cracked door, her face burning as she realized Aemond and Alicendria were locked in a passionate embrace, their lips pressed together in heated urgency.
Her hand flew to her mouth, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she watched the intimate scene before her. Something inside her twisted at the sight of them together, a painful jealousy burning in her chest. But then Aemond pulled Alicendria closer to him, hands holding her tightly against him, and something in Floris snapped.
She flung the door open, the hinges creaking loudly as the door slammed against the wall.
They both turned towards her, eyes wide in surprise, lips still slightly parted.
Floris felt a rush of anger and hurt wash over her as their gazes locked. The scroll in her hand trembled, her voice was thick with emotion as she spoke.
