Ire And Desire - Aemond Targaryen

The members of the royal family as well as the lords and ladies of the court were each partaking in festive activities such as dancing, drinking, and conversing; all of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves greatly.

All, except for the two individuals whose betrothal was being celebrated.

"I have always dreamed of coming here and getting to know you folks, but now that I did, I find myself regretful of such naive wishes." Yelaena stated with indifference.

"Are the circumstances not to your liking, Princess?" Aemond scoffed.

"Not in the slightest bit." She admitted truthfully.

"You will learn to live with your discontent, Lady Wife."

"Betrothed." The latter corrected.

Neither spoke nor glanced at the other until she started laughing discreetly, causing him to turn his head in her direction, catching his first glimpse of her for the first time that evening.

"And you will learn to sleep with one eye open, Prince Aemond," she said, her wordplay intentional and her smile as innocent as her tone of voice, "for my mind shall know no peace and my body no rest until my cup is filled with blood poured from your still-beating heart."

He stared at her as she brought her chalice goblet to her lips, eye wide in shock provoked by the crudeness of her words, unsuitable for the mouth of a lady, but fit for that of a man as cruel as Maegor himself.

At that moment, anyone looking their way would have believed that the Prince was courting his soon-to-be wife and the latter was laughing modestly at his jests; at least that was the impression they were giving. None would have guessed that the delightful thing that is Yelaena Targaryen was delivering extremely visual threats to one of the most minacious men in Westeros.

The Prince shifted his attention to the guests once more, displaying an amused smirk.

"If that is your way of asking for a Valyrian wedding, then your wish is my command." He replied, taking a sip from his own beverage.