wicked games | aemond targaryen

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

VALAENA HUMMED ABSENTMINDEDLY as her fingers weaved her sister's white locks into braids. She almost felt like a child again, braiding Rhaena's hair while the rest of their family was out riding dragons.

The sun was beginning to set outside the window, casting shadows onto their faces as they prepared for dinner. She could feel Rhaena shifting restlessly in her seat as she scolded her to keep still, trying not to pull on her hair in fear of hurting her.

"How about this one?" Baela pulled a dress out of her wardrobe, holding it up for Valaena to see as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Blue isn't really my color," Valaena commented with a raised eyebrow, wondering when she had ever seen that dress. "I don't even know where that came from."

"Not for you, silly," Baela laughed as she walked up to the mirror, holding the dress up against her body to view. "I quite like it."

"You can take it if you'd like," Valaena told her with a shrug, accidentally pulling on the hair in her hands as Rhaena let out a yelp. Valaena winced as she turned back to her sister, muttering a quick, "sorry," with a sheepish look on her face.

Rhaena huffed but didn't say anything, knowing telling Valaena off would leave her to deal with her own braids.

"That's a pretty melody," Baela said as she walked over to where the pair sat, catching Valaena off guard. She hadn't even realized she was humming.

"It's my favorite," Rhaena smiled as she glanced at Baela through the reflection of the mirror. "She used to sing it all the time when we were in Pentos."

"I've never heard it before," Baela commented as Valaena quickly finished the braid, tying off the ends of her sister's hair.

"Well, we had to entertain ourselves somehow while you lot were out," Valaena tried to move on the conversation as she stood up from her seat.

"Does it have any lyrics though?" Baela questioned as Valaena froze momentarily, heart dropping as she quickly moved to cover up her thoughts.

"Baela," Rhaena scolded as she muttered under her breath, clearly sensing the tension more than her sister.

"What?" Baela asked in confusion as she glanced at Rhaena. "I'm just wondering."

"No," Valaena shook her head. "There's no lyrics."

None that she could remember anyway.

"Pity," Baela sighed as she sat down next to Rhaena, using the mirror to fix her hair.

The door pushed open, ending the conversation as they all looked over to find Jacaerys entering.

"Is it time for dinner already?" Rhaena asked as she turned around in her seat, surprised by how much time had passed.

"What if I just wanted to come have a lovely chat with you ladies?" Jacaerys questioned in mock offense, earning a laugh from the girls as Valaena shook her head.

"It'll take more than that to win me over, husband or not," Baela teased, causing his face to turn beat red.

"Oh, hush you," Valaena gave her sister a playful nudge. "You'll make him die of embarrassment before you've even married."

"I most certainly will not," Jacaerys defended, clearing his throat as he tried to regain his composure.

"I wouldn't tease him too much," Baela warned her. "You might be the one getting married next."

"As if," Valaena rolled her eyes. "I'd rather claim a dragon."

"Don't let Father hear that or he might take it seriously," Rhaena quipped up from her seat.