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Aelin Stark
Expectation was persistent in the life of the Stark woman, such obligation had always been at the forefront of her mind. Yet, for years Aelin had been keen in her observations of duty amongst her kin. While society and nobility were still prominent there was the lingering willfulness of a warrior, presenting a sense of freedom which was denied to most women of her station. Therefore, it had been common knowledge for many years that she desired nothing more than to be a shieldmaiden of the North finding solace in battle and purpose beyond that of a Lady doting only in matters of embroidery and court. Rickton had indulged his daughter and permitted her to practise with a blade along with indulging in the conversations of war and battle. The Wall had always been an allure for the young woman, fostering a future for her that did not involve marriage and childbearing.
It had all been in accordance to her plan, the declaration of her life to the battlefield and to little else. Perhaps it was ignorance that had driven Aelin to believe her intentions might have been received by her father who presided over them all from the throne of Winterfell. How wrong she had been in her assumptions. Quite the opposite had occurred in reality. A mere month ago her father had approached her with hesitance and informed her of his intention to seeing her attending court at King’s Landing. With the accompaniment of her aunt, they had arrived at the Red Keep where she was proving lacking in her decorum, refusing invitations of tea and sewing, stealing away to the training arena when she could. It had been then that her aunt slipped during a moment of heated discussion, revealing that her father and King Viserys had been in discourse upon a potential marriage and unification of the Stark and Targaryen houses.
While many would have been delighted at the notion, that Aelin was not such a woman with her long dark locks and willowy frame she held the beauty of a Lady of her stature, it was her disposition which was not easily overcome. Perhaps that was why they had mentioned the rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen an outcast much like herself if the whispers were to be believed. Not that she cared, it did not alter her intentions of avoiding the arrangement altogether. Thus, while everyone had been dining she had changed into a flowing dress, not quite a gown. It was an attempt to conceal her intended hiding place whilst maintaining her mobility for training. At her side the large ebony-hued dire wolf had padded along, peering up in occasion to his mistress, her hand stroking the head of Ajax briefly as they found their tranquillity upon reaching the empty training grounds.
It was after the shieldmaiden had retrieved a sword and began working through the motions of practice, slashing and stepping in accordance with what she had been taught that she lost herself to the moment entirely. Ajax had settled, peering at the woman with mild interest which had soon given way to sleepiness. Everything had been existing in a realm of peace until a voice pierced the air bringing her from her practice back to the present. Turning her blue gaze to transfix on the intruder perhaps it should have been no surprise the man who had plagued her thoughts earlier appeared, a smug smirk adorning his handsome features as he announced his amazement in seeing a woman present. “An accurate assessment, it is a misfortune that many women I have met during my time here hold a preference for more domestic activities,” her hand tightened on the blade as she watched the prince warily as if sizing up an opponent.
This man that they dared to suggest be her betrothed seemed to regard her with amusement. Aelin stiffened, determined to prove that her battle prowess was no mere passing fancy. While the irritating dragon rider leaned against the wall, suggesting surprise that she knew how to use her sword, she raised a shaped brow, the ears of Ajax twitching from his place of rest seeing the discontentment of the dark-haired woman. “Not all women prefer topics of tea and child-rearing,” she replied back curtly. Straightening, she approached, a predator evaluating, although she knew that Daemon was no prey, he was also a predator, a dangerous creature ready to pounce even if he appeared relaxed. “The North is primed against the forces beyond the Wall, following the customs of King’s Landing would only be a disservice to myself when there are plenty of risks within the mountains of home,” she mused. Yet, it gave her an idea, to appear brash and uncouth, unsuitable for marriage. “Take up a sword if you will it, prince. Let us see if you live up to the warrior’s mettle of the tales,” she taunted him, spinning her own blade briefly within her hand.
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Aemond Targaryen
Suffering and discontent were something that Aemond Targaryen knew well. His sharp features examined the skies before him, the occasional growl of Vhagar pressing forth with the mighty breath of the mighty dragon. A beast he had coveted once he had been deemed a laughingstock, the presentation of the sow in his youth had bred a fire in his belly where he had claimed the dragon of the late Lady Laena after her untimely demise. While many would have despised him due to the green-scaled Vhagar being theoretically passed onto the children of her former rider, he could not resist the urge to test his mettle. For so long he had been pressed into a state of mockery, whether it be from his own brother or his bastard-born nephews, clinging to the good name of their mother and denying the truth of their father. He had no time for it.
One thing was certain, the white-haired man had continually been secondary to so many. Even his mother doted upon his sibling, Aegon becoming her priority where he was often left to the wayside. The only time Alicent Hightower had truly stood up for him was when he had lost his eye and gained a dragon. Alas, in his mind it had been an adequate trade. For many years he had subsisted in isolation, choosing to speak to few and hone his skills as a warrior and a dragon rider. The only comfort he had found was in Lianna Velaryon, his cousin who seemed keen to accept his faults along with his mettle. They had formed a fast friendship in their youth, one that he was reluctant to let slip despite the darkness which blossomed within his heart. If it meant persisting as they had been he would eagerly ignore the tension residing between his kin. The parents of Lianna, Corlys and Rhaenys beheld any spawn of Hightower blood as unworthy while showing favour to his half-sister Rhaenyra.
With his one vibrant violet eye scouring the horizon, Aemond found solace in the twilight, perhaps an apt metaphor for what lurked within him, lingering fragments of light beginning to be snuffed by the blooming darkness. Aside from such astute observations, it was a princess of Driftmark that he sought. Lady Lianna, the one woman, nay, the one individual who did not discredit it, perhaps the one person in his life that he did not try to entirely thrust the picture of the warrior he yearned to become upon. Vhagar grumbled at the sight of another mighty dragon before them, sweeping through the air with grace. Gaelithox was a sight to behold as was his rider. A part of the lanky man was reluctant to admit to the degree he found himself enraptured by the sight of Lianna, a dangerous notion at times due to the betrayals of the past.
With adept control his fellow royal commanded her dragon down, Gaelithox listening intently. There was no hesitance from Aemond and only the briefest call from the elder dragon herself as he beckoned for them to follow, Lianna having found a place along the shoreline that Vhagar would actually be able to land upon. “Ilagon Vhagar, gaomagon gīda (Down Vhagar, keep steady),” he urged the mighty being as they soon pressed toward the sand. He breathed in as they landed on the ground, already missing how the wind tousled through his long tresses and how the chill pressed into his lungs. “Rest, īlon kessa sōvegon aderī (Rest, we will fly soon)”, he assured as he prepared to dismount. With a pat to his steadfast dragon, he swept from the saddle and landed firmly on the ground, raising his hand in response as he approached Lianna, closing the distance between the two of them within the bay.
Amusement danced within his one eye, Aemond finding himself in a pleasant mood as he had avoided spending time with his sibling which always seemed to draw his ire. “Would you have preferred I requested an audience, Lady Lianna?” he stated and barely kept the smirk from his lips as his gait seemed strong and fluid. A sword strapped to his hip proclaiming all that he worked toward. Choosing to fight rather than sit idly like Aegon, no, he trained with Ser Cole relentlessly, determined to surpass even the rogue prince himself. Now that they were closer the tension settled over them both and he acknowledged her question with a curt response. “I grow tired of my brother’s antics, I would not neglect Vhagar in favour of listening to his prattling,” he muttered his tone dry. “Unless you would seek your solitude,” there had always been something between the two of them, while they had not formally acknowledged it, a part of him wondered if she was discontented by the unresolved station of their relationship. The likelihood of them being able to broach the conversation properly is quite slim considering the differences accumulating within the branches of the family. Another thing denied to him.
Expectation was persistent in the life of the Stark woman, such obligation had always been at the forefront of her mind. Yet, for years Aelin had been keen in her observations of duty amongst her kin. While society and nobility were still prominent there was the lingering willfulness of a warrior, presenting a sense of freedom which was denied to most women of her station. Therefore, it had been common knowledge for many years that she desired nothing more than to be a shieldmaiden of the North finding solace in battle and purpose beyond that of a Lady doting only in matters of embroidery and court. Rickton had indulged his daughter and permitted her to practise with a blade along with indulging in the conversations of war and battle. The Wall had always been an allure for the young woman, fostering a future for her that did not involve marriage and childbearing.
It had all been in accordance to her plan, the declaration of her life to the battlefield and to little else. Perhaps it was ignorance that had driven Aelin to believe her intentions might have been received by her father who presided over them all from the throne of Winterfell. How wrong she had been in her assumptions. Quite the opposite had occurred in reality. A mere month ago her father had approached her with hesitance and informed her of his intention to seeing her attending court at King’s Landing. With the accompaniment of her aunt, they had arrived at the Red Keep where she was proving lacking in her decorum, refusing invitations of tea and sewing, stealing away to the training arena when she could. It had been then that her aunt slipped during a moment of heated discussion, revealing that her father and King Viserys had been in discourse upon a potential marriage and unification of the Stark and Targaryen houses.
While many would have been delighted at the notion, that Aelin was not such a woman with her long dark locks and willowy frame she held the beauty of a Lady of her stature, it was her disposition which was not easily overcome. Perhaps that was why they had mentioned the rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen an outcast much like herself if the whispers were to be believed. Not that she cared, it did not alter her intentions of avoiding the arrangement altogether. Thus, while everyone had been dining she had changed into a flowing dress, not quite a gown. It was an attempt to conceal her intended hiding place whilst maintaining her mobility for training. At her side the large ebony-hued dire wolf had padded along, peering up in occasion to his mistress, her hand stroking the head of Ajax briefly as they found their tranquillity upon reaching the empty training grounds.
It was after the shieldmaiden had retrieved a sword and began working through the motions of practice, slashing and stepping in accordance with what she had been taught that she lost herself to the moment entirely. Ajax had settled, peering at the woman with mild interest which had soon given way to sleepiness. Everything had been existing in a realm of peace until a voice pierced the air bringing her from her practice back to the present. Turning her blue gaze to transfix on the intruder perhaps it should have been no surprise the man who had plagued her thoughts earlier appeared, a smug smirk adorning his handsome features as he announced his amazement in seeing a woman present. “An accurate assessment, it is a misfortune that many women I have met during my time here hold a preference for more domestic activities,” her hand tightened on the blade as she watched the prince warily as if sizing up an opponent.
This man that they dared to suggest be her betrothed seemed to regard her with amusement. Aelin stiffened, determined to prove that her battle prowess was no mere passing fancy. While the irritating dragon rider leaned against the wall, suggesting surprise that she knew how to use her sword, she raised a shaped brow, the ears of Ajax twitching from his place of rest seeing the discontentment of the dark-haired woman. “Not all women prefer topics of tea and child-rearing,” she replied back curtly. Straightening, she approached, a predator evaluating, although she knew that Daemon was no prey, he was also a predator, a dangerous creature ready to pounce even if he appeared relaxed. “The North is primed against the forces beyond the Wall, following the customs of King’s Landing would only be a disservice to myself when there are plenty of risks within the mountains of home,” she mused. Yet, it gave her an idea, to appear brash and uncouth, unsuitable for marriage. “Take up a sword if you will it, prince. Let us see if you live up to the warrior’s mettle of the tales,” she taunted him, spinning her own blade briefly within her hand.
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Aemond Targaryen
Suffering and discontent were something that Aemond Targaryen knew well. His sharp features examined the skies before him, the occasional growl of Vhagar pressing forth with the mighty breath of the mighty dragon. A beast he had coveted once he had been deemed a laughingstock, the presentation of the sow in his youth had bred a fire in his belly where he had claimed the dragon of the late Lady Laena after her untimely demise. While many would have despised him due to the green-scaled Vhagar being theoretically passed onto the children of her former rider, he could not resist the urge to test his mettle. For so long he had been pressed into a state of mockery, whether it be from his own brother or his bastard-born nephews, clinging to the good name of their mother and denying the truth of their father. He had no time for it.
One thing was certain, the white-haired man had continually been secondary to so many. Even his mother doted upon his sibling, Aegon becoming her priority where he was often left to the wayside. The only time Alicent Hightower had truly stood up for him was when he had lost his eye and gained a dragon. Alas, in his mind it had been an adequate trade. For many years he had subsisted in isolation, choosing to speak to few and hone his skills as a warrior and a dragon rider. The only comfort he had found was in Lianna Velaryon, his cousin who seemed keen to accept his faults along with his mettle. They had formed a fast friendship in their youth, one that he was reluctant to let slip despite the darkness which blossomed within his heart. If it meant persisting as they had been he would eagerly ignore the tension residing between his kin. The parents of Lianna, Corlys and Rhaenys beheld any spawn of Hightower blood as unworthy while showing favour to his half-sister Rhaenyra.
With his one vibrant violet eye scouring the horizon, Aemond found solace in the twilight, perhaps an apt metaphor for what lurked within him, lingering fragments of light beginning to be snuffed by the blooming darkness. Aside from such astute observations, it was a princess of Driftmark that he sought. Lady Lianna, the one woman, nay, the one individual who did not discredit it, perhaps the one person in his life that he did not try to entirely thrust the picture of the warrior he yearned to become upon. Vhagar grumbled at the sight of another mighty dragon before them, sweeping through the air with grace. Gaelithox was a sight to behold as was his rider. A part of the lanky man was reluctant to admit to the degree he found himself enraptured by the sight of Lianna, a dangerous notion at times due to the betrayals of the past.
With adept control his fellow royal commanded her dragon down, Gaelithox listening intently. There was no hesitance from Aemond and only the briefest call from the elder dragon herself as he beckoned for them to follow, Lianna having found a place along the shoreline that Vhagar would actually be able to land upon. “Ilagon Vhagar, gaomagon gīda (Down Vhagar, keep steady),” he urged the mighty being as they soon pressed toward the sand. He breathed in as they landed on the ground, already missing how the wind tousled through his long tresses and how the chill pressed into his lungs. “Rest, īlon kessa sōvegon aderī (Rest, we will fly soon)”, he assured as he prepared to dismount. With a pat to his steadfast dragon, he swept from the saddle and landed firmly on the ground, raising his hand in response as he approached Lianna, closing the distance between the two of them within the bay.
Amusement danced within his one eye, Aemond finding himself in a pleasant mood as he had avoided spending time with his sibling which always seemed to draw his ire. “Would you have preferred I requested an audience, Lady Lianna?” he stated and barely kept the smirk from his lips as his gait seemed strong and fluid. A sword strapped to his hip proclaiming all that he worked toward. Choosing to fight rather than sit idly like Aegon, no, he trained with Ser Cole relentlessly, determined to surpass even the rogue prince himself. Now that they were closer the tension settled over them both and he acknowledged her question with a curt response. “I grow tired of my brother’s antics, I would not neglect Vhagar in favour of listening to his prattling,” he muttered his tone dry. “Unless you would seek your solitude,” there had always been something between the two of them, while they had not formally acknowledged it, a part of him wondered if she was discontented by the unresolved station of their relationship. The likelihood of them being able to broach the conversation properly is quite slim considering the differences accumulating within the branches of the family. Another thing denied to him.
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Daemon Targaryen
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Lianna Velaryon
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Aelin Stark
atmosphere of the training grounds had been serene before a certain prince interrupted her solitude. It had been a relief when Aelin had been able to slip away from the obligation of the feast, much to the ire of her aunt she supposed it would be quite telling in the lecture which was surely waiting for her later. The other Stark woman seemed to have very different ideals of why they were there. Many of which were in securing a marriage for herself. Causing the dark-haired woman to become sullen in the intricacies of court life. Now as the Targaryen male who was the object of her own dismay if whispers to be believed approached she regarded him with a cool blue gaze. A sizzling intensity builds between the two of them with recognition of one another but also of the plots blossoming beneath the surface in terms of their connection.
It was never in the nature of the Stark woman to shy from a challenge and while she feared being the object of conquest for some male, she would gladly prove that she was indeed not marriage material to the rogue prince. Easier to thwart the musings early, then she would be permitted to return to the North and perhaps to sway her father into the idea that she would be a shield maiden and not some political token. Yet, she had to admit that when a chuckle was stolen from the lips of Daemon his handsome features and confident demeanour were not entirely appealing even if she had resolved to give him the cold shoulder. The agreement about women in the Keep caused her to smirk. “Surely an unpopular opinion amongst most,” she admitted. Yet, he had to be looking for a traditional wife, weren’t all men?
There was little in the way of dance, Aelin squared herself against the man before her, stiff and rigid in her disposition. Yet, it was Daemon who spoke freely, the prince outright drawing attention to their predicament which caused her to raise a shaped brow. “I have heard musings of the intentions of King Viserys and my father, none of which interest me,” she admitted and turned her blade in her hand to prove her point. “If you are equally as unaware then I would implore you not to form such intentions. Surely no one would fault the rogue prince himself for expressing disinterest,” she responded in an almost taunting and challenging manner.
Perhaps it had been her own arrogance and sheer desire to prove herself a lacking bride that had brought the willowy lady to the point of provoking the white-haired male into the arena. Guising the acceptance under the good manners of not refusing a woman, she scoffed at his audacity, permitting an unamused expression to haunt her fair features. Still, he took up a training sword much to her approval, absently muttering the differences between it and her usual blade. She bit her tongue to hold back a comment that it was not all too shocking that a training sword would be lighter than something used in battle. Best not to test her luck too much.
However, to the agreement of Aelin, it seemed that the prince expressed his intention of not going easy on her. “If you held back I would be disappointed. I would rather take my win with no excuses on your behalf,” her tone was almost teasing in nature. But she held her ground in the arena her strides sure and calculated. Even as he mocked her pondering between the courage of her kin and a reckless nature that she had to admit was quite true she could not deny her retort. “Then let me commend your bravery, prince for daring to face a Stark. Or your arrogance, whichever seems more fitting.” Their banter was interrupted by his step and strike of his blade. Blue eyes narrowed as she felt the sheer power of the hit reverberating down her arms. Shit. Stronger than she expected but not surprising, with a twist of her own sword she moved to the side, a feint to the right and a well-placed jab towards his left side. Speed was her only advantage here it seemed. Automatically, she stepped back after the jab and took a chance to provide a slice, an angle down from the shoulder toward the belly. Ajax finally lifted his head as if acknowledging the two humans were obligated to provide some form of amusement for him.
"It seems that you hold the strength of your tales, but were your regalements of war born from bruteness or from tactical prowess?" The woman of the North could not help the further jab that escaped from her lips as she continued with her assault. Her breathing was coming slightly quicker now as a flush began to adorn her cheeks with the exertion.
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Aemond Targaryen
Admittedly, the young Targaryen prince was always looking for a chance to leave the cumbersome nature of King’s Landing and seek solace in flying his mighty dragon. Vhagar had been the greatest achievement of his life, finding companionship with the beast in all her battle-born valour. She was quite the creature to marvel at and as he noted that the princess of Driftmark had come to visit and had eyed his bonded dragon with the same respect he could not help the inner curling of satisfaction around what some might call his cold and hardened heart. Yet, he could not help himself from admiring the lovely woman before him in turn. Trying to ignore the subtleties within himself such as how her mere presence caused his heart rate to increase and a need to resist the urge to flush in some capacity.
Needless to say, Gaelithox was a mighty creature in his own right and Aemond could not deny the appreciation he held for the dragon of the Velaryon woman. Even as she spoke, confirming he did not need to request a time to see her, a small and subtle smile adorned his thin lips. “I am gladdened to hear that you have not tired of my company in the months that we were parted,” he told her with a level of amusement to his tone as he approached. While they were now close, he was pleased when Lianna relaxed, eager to see her find comfort before him. It had always been a dance to find time for just the two of them. In truth, he was no fool and knew that her parents would disapprove of any sort of relationship with him. As anyone was when it came to the offspring of Alicent Hightower it seemed, despite the fact that his father was King Viserys, the king did not seem to inspire the same level of respect and devotion that a true Targaryen did. Like his uncle seemed to. It was something that he aimed to rectify within himself while his own brother, Aegon resolved to find himself on a different path.
While it did not take long for the two to find comfort in their conversation it was reassuring to the one-eyed prince that not much had changed in their absence from one another. The sensations of their connection had not diminished and in frankness, they might have even grown and he could not help but to appreciate Lianna and her own openness of speech when they were pried from the confines of expectation when it came to their roles as royals. A small chuckle escaped him as it seemed that she knew the reason he sought the company of his beloved dragon, one that he had claimed with ferocity and lost an eye out of the audacity of such an act. Internally, he had wondered if the woman before him would have despised him as well when he had dared to take such a risk considering Vhagar had belonged to her recently perished sister, but she had seemed to accept his boldness in stride. “Vhagar is finer company than most. Present company excluded of course. I expect you find your time with Gaelithox to be much the same,” he assured her.
It was a kindness to hear the woman of fire and sea did prefer his company and did not wish to shun him like so many others did. Aemond was momentarily lost at the sight of her, peering to the ocean. Ethereal and commanding of his attention. Yet, he listened to the woes that plagued her intently. “We received word of your father, you have my condolences,” he told her gently. “I would not doubt the Sea Snake so suddenly, your father is a fearsome man,” he assured her as if his mere words could make the outcome a reality.
Yet, it was the mention of marriage that chilled his heart and he turned so she could not read his expression. “I suppose that such is the role of all of royal blood, marriage is an obligation. Do you have suitors in mind?” he asked his voice cold and stiff. The idea of Lianna wed to another caused a deep pain to rush to meet him and he merely hoped that he could keep some of his composure in this situation. Ah, at least she conceded that she was tired of her mother insisting upon such a thing. “Perhaps you should choose your own husband before one is selected for you, but it is cumbersome the expectations they hold for us,” he admitted. Naturally, she was quick to apologize. “I welcome your burdens, I would gladly listen to whatever you wish to speak of. But if you must know Helaena is well, or as well as can be expected considering her husband,” he rolled his eyes. “My father is ailing, his health continues to decline but he remains out of stubbornness I believe.”
atmosphere of the training grounds had been serene before a certain prince interrupted her solitude. It had been a relief when Aelin had been able to slip away from the obligation of the feast, much to the ire of her aunt she supposed it would be quite telling in the lecture which was surely waiting for her later. The other Stark woman seemed to have very different ideals of why they were there. Many of which were in securing a marriage for herself. Causing the dark-haired woman to become sullen in the intricacies of court life. Now as the Targaryen male who was the object of her own dismay if whispers to be believed approached she regarded him with a cool blue gaze. A sizzling intensity builds between the two of them with recognition of one another but also of the plots blossoming beneath the surface in terms of their connection.
It was never in the nature of the Stark woman to shy from a challenge and while she feared being the object of conquest for some male, she would gladly prove that she was indeed not marriage material to the rogue prince. Easier to thwart the musings early, then she would be permitted to return to the North and perhaps to sway her father into the idea that she would be a shield maiden and not some political token. Yet, she had to admit that when a chuckle was stolen from the lips of Daemon his handsome features and confident demeanour were not entirely appealing even if she had resolved to give him the cold shoulder. The agreement about women in the Keep caused her to smirk. “Surely an unpopular opinion amongst most,” she admitted. Yet, he had to be looking for a traditional wife, weren’t all men?
There was little in the way of dance, Aelin squared herself against the man before her, stiff and rigid in her disposition. Yet, it was Daemon who spoke freely, the prince outright drawing attention to their predicament which caused her to raise a shaped brow. “I have heard musings of the intentions of King Viserys and my father, none of which interest me,” she admitted and turned her blade in her hand to prove her point. “If you are equally as unaware then I would implore you not to form such intentions. Surely no one would fault the rogue prince himself for expressing disinterest,” she responded in an almost taunting and challenging manner.
Perhaps it had been her own arrogance and sheer desire to prove herself a lacking bride that had brought the willowy lady to the point of provoking the white-haired male into the arena. Guising the acceptance under the good manners of not refusing a woman, she scoffed at his audacity, permitting an unamused expression to haunt her fair features. Still, he took up a training sword much to her approval, absently muttering the differences between it and her usual blade. She bit her tongue to hold back a comment that it was not all too shocking that a training sword would be lighter than something used in battle. Best not to test her luck too much.
However, to the agreement of Aelin, it seemed that the prince expressed his intention of not going easy on her. “If you held back I would be disappointed. I would rather take my win with no excuses on your behalf,” her tone was almost teasing in nature. But she held her ground in the arena her strides sure and calculated. Even as he mocked her pondering between the courage of her kin and a reckless nature that she had to admit was quite true she could not deny her retort. “Then let me commend your bravery, prince for daring to face a Stark. Or your arrogance, whichever seems more fitting.” Their banter was interrupted by his step and strike of his blade. Blue eyes narrowed as she felt the sheer power of the hit reverberating down her arms. Shit. Stronger than she expected but not surprising, with a twist of her own sword she moved to the side, a feint to the right and a well-placed jab towards his left side. Speed was her only advantage here it seemed. Automatically, she stepped back after the jab and took a chance to provide a slice, an angle down from the shoulder toward the belly. Ajax finally lifted his head as if acknowledging the two humans were obligated to provide some form of amusement for him.
"It seems that you hold the strength of your tales, but were your regalements of war born from bruteness or from tactical prowess?" The woman of the North could not help the further jab that escaped from her lips as she continued with her assault. Her breathing was coming slightly quicker now as a flush began to adorn her cheeks with the exertion.
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Aemond Targaryen
Admittedly, the young Targaryen prince was always looking for a chance to leave the cumbersome nature of King’s Landing and seek solace in flying his mighty dragon. Vhagar had been the greatest achievement of his life, finding companionship with the beast in all her battle-born valour. She was quite the creature to marvel at and as he noted that the princess of Driftmark had come to visit and had eyed his bonded dragon with the same respect he could not help the inner curling of satisfaction around what some might call his cold and hardened heart. Yet, he could not help himself from admiring the lovely woman before him in turn. Trying to ignore the subtleties within himself such as how her mere presence caused his heart rate to increase and a need to resist the urge to flush in some capacity.
Needless to say, Gaelithox was a mighty creature in his own right and Aemond could not deny the appreciation he held for the dragon of the Velaryon woman. Even as she spoke, confirming he did not need to request a time to see her, a small and subtle smile adorned his thin lips. “I am gladdened to hear that you have not tired of my company in the months that we were parted,” he told her with a level of amusement to his tone as he approached. While they were now close, he was pleased when Lianna relaxed, eager to see her find comfort before him. It had always been a dance to find time for just the two of them. In truth, he was no fool and knew that her parents would disapprove of any sort of relationship with him. As anyone was when it came to the offspring of Alicent Hightower it seemed, despite the fact that his father was King Viserys, the king did not seem to inspire the same level of respect and devotion that a true Targaryen did. Like his uncle seemed to. It was something that he aimed to rectify within himself while his own brother, Aegon resolved to find himself on a different path.
While it did not take long for the two to find comfort in their conversation it was reassuring to the one-eyed prince that not much had changed in their absence from one another. The sensations of their connection had not diminished and in frankness, they might have even grown and he could not help but to appreciate Lianna and her own openness of speech when they were pried from the confines of expectation when it came to their roles as royals. A small chuckle escaped him as it seemed that she knew the reason he sought the company of his beloved dragon, one that he had claimed with ferocity and lost an eye out of the audacity of such an act. Internally, he had wondered if the woman before him would have despised him as well when he had dared to take such a risk considering Vhagar had belonged to her recently perished sister, but she had seemed to accept his boldness in stride. “Vhagar is finer company than most. Present company excluded of course. I expect you find your time with Gaelithox to be much the same,” he assured her.
It was a kindness to hear the woman of fire and sea did prefer his company and did not wish to shun him like so many others did. Aemond was momentarily lost at the sight of her, peering to the ocean. Ethereal and commanding of his attention. Yet, he listened to the woes that plagued her intently. “We received word of your father, you have my condolences,” he told her gently. “I would not doubt the Sea Snake so suddenly, your father is a fearsome man,” he assured her as if his mere words could make the outcome a reality.
Yet, it was the mention of marriage that chilled his heart and he turned so she could not read his expression. “I suppose that such is the role of all of royal blood, marriage is an obligation. Do you have suitors in mind?” he asked his voice cold and stiff. The idea of Lianna wed to another caused a deep pain to rush to meet him and he merely hoped that he could keep some of his composure in this situation. Ah, at least she conceded that she was tired of her mother insisting upon such a thing. “Perhaps you should choose your own husband before one is selected for you, but it is cumbersome the expectations they hold for us,” he admitted. Naturally, she was quick to apologize. “I welcome your burdens, I would gladly listen to whatever you wish to speak of. But if you must know Helaena is well, or as well as can be expected considering her husband,” he rolled his eyes. “My father is ailing, his health continues to decline but he remains out of stubbornness I believe.”
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Aelin Stark
Many would have called the young woman from the North foolish for such a challenge and yet her motives were numerous. Wiping the smug expression off the features of Daemon Targaryen would be immensely satisfying, not to mention this would also prove that she was not what one sought for a noble bride. While her lineage may be impressive she was not without her roughened edges. The need for battle and the blade being many of them. Surely if her aunt was to see her now the woman would be casting the most disapproving look for the antics which she so often found herself indulging, it was more of a need for battle and the blade as she had discovered throughout the years and had no intention of changing her inner desires.
Yet, Aelin had to admit that a part of her was intrigued by the white-haired prince as he had been swift to accept her challenge. Many would have brushed off such a notion at the impropriety of the matter. Alas, she supposed it simply lived up to his namesake as he had the audacity to agree to her challenge. The first swing had been enough to show her exactly what sort of opponent she had coaxed into a duel and while she loathed to admit it, she was impressed. Certainly, not all the tales were exaggerated then. Still, he laughed in surprise at her own power and she fixed him with a glare and a raised brow for such a response.
Even as the Stark woman attempted to interject some humour to throw off the rogue prince she felt some amusement lingering in her blue eyes at his honest response. “If only we all had dragons to offset our egos,” she taunted still. Better to make herself completely unappealing as she aimed for the weak points of what she thought to be any male, their ego and prowess. Ajax seemed more alert on the sidelines now, watching the clashing of swords with some degree of intrigue at the two individuals who exuded a different sort of fire. “Perhaps the tales should lend more credit to your dragon,” her tone was light now strained with slightly laboured breathing as they continued their strikes and the dance around one another.
A clash of steel sang through the training grounds and Aelin found herself surprised as Daemon dared to compliment her. A frown marred her full lips before he shoved her back and she was swift to recover and find her balance lest she had ended up on the ground. “I have no need of your praise Daemon Targaryen,” she responded coolly. “You may keep your appreciation, the only words I need from you is your report back to the King that you find the idea of our betrothal utterly unappealing,” she mused. Her aunt would certainly flay her before she was able to say such a thing herself so she would need to make certain that the prince was the one to express such a notion.
Yet, as they circled one another the Stark woman permitted herself to life in a half-hearted manner so as not to be distracted from his footwork by the rhythmic tone of his voice. The issuance of how he could have used her blade in the last war he waged. “Perhaps your focus ought to be on training your army further, it sounds as if they were unprepared, no soldier should find cowardice in the heat of battle. Only the desire to fight, to protect their homeland and their loved ones,” she lunged again, slashing with her blade swiftly as there was the clinking of metal. “Otherwise, they are as ineffective as fodder, sheep fed to the wolves. It does sound like you were in desperate need of your dragon,” it was sad to think that soldiers in the South were not like those that she was so accustomed to from her own homeland.
Now, with her own blow deflected, Aelin simply watched and listened. “Vouch for who you will, my blade belongs to the North and by extension Westeros,” Aelin finished. “Although, my aim is to protect my own lands and people. The Wall is in ever need of defence,” the monsters beyond always threatening. However, she scoffed when he mentioned how protective they were over their lands. Albeit, the comment was true. With a strong swing, she moved to block his sword, but soon fell off-kilter and hit the ground hard, her energy expended with the sheer dance of their duel. As she landed on the dirt ground, she winced slightly and glared at her opponent, the loss bitter on her tongue. “It seems that I have underestimated you,” she muttered a bit darkly as she prepared to rise from her downfall and unfortunate defeat.
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Aemond Targaryen
Even the simplest of smiles from the princess of Driftmark was enough to do wonders for the disposition of the young Targaryen prince. Ultimately, he was often cast into solitude, with many of his kin hating the line born from Alicent Hightower and her union with Viserys Targaryen. Then there were the relationships that he held with his own full siblings. Helaena was a different creature entirely as her mind was often in the clouds, insightful and all-knowing, he appreciated her immensely but she was consumed by the gifts that plagued her. While he could not stand Aegon in the slightest, his brother was a bane upon their name and bloodline. While Lianna seemed to understand him in a way that others had not bothered to, despite his claiming of Vhagar and the sheer disapproval of her parents he was certain.
Yet, it was as the lovely visage of the blooming woman before his figure spoke to her own dragon that it drew a slight chuckle from Aemond. “I would agree, Gaelithox and the freedom of the skies is a far better alternative than court or the majority of our kin,” the politics never seemed to end, while he knew that his grandfather was plotting for his brother to claim the throne his mother was becoming just as cunning. Meanwhile, the rest of the royal bloodline would cast them out swiftly from the Red Keep if they were so able. His uncle was amongst the first. Thankfully, the rogue prince was mostly occupied with his own endeavours and could not stand to be in the presence of Otto or to see the failing health of his brother.
Needless to say, their conversation naturally moved to the topic of Corlys and the white-haired prince found himself watching Lianna closely, an urge to take her into his arms as a form of comfort blossoming under his breast. But he held to the sake of propriety and the teachings instilled in him even if there was little need for it with the two of them being here on their lonesome. A small nod to her confirmation that he could indeed be right about her father and the attributes and mettle assigned to him. “Fret not until the time comes, my own father has survived ailments far beyond comprehension,” by his accounts it was a miracle that Viserys still drew breath with his condition.
If only the topic had not shifted so easily to the expectations of marriage, causing Aemond to tense. He dared not admit it allowed but the idea of Lianna being wed to someone else called fire to blossom within him. Even if he had never had the courage to tell her how he felt. Quite the cowardice thing for a man who thought himself to be a warrior at heart. While he could not deny the disappointment written upon his one blue eye at her answer he nodded. “Perhaps you should consider your own wants. You are a princess of royal blood, a dragon rider. Aside from your parents adoring you. It is not unheard of for Velryon and Targaryen royals to marry whomever they choose. My father and uncle are proof of such,” he shrugged. Trying to ignore the fact that Aegon and Helaena did not have the same choices. “You are worth more than some exchange with a nobleman, Lianna, make your voice and flame known,” he tried to convince her. While internally his heart beat with the thought of: Choose me.
Seeing the beauty of the woman before him, Aemond found himself transfixed for a long moment and then swallowed thickly as the topic was changed. Grateful as his pallor would have given away his own flush of cheeks immediately. “You always have an open invitation to the Red Keep, even if my mother is quite reluctant to let any of us out of her sight,” especially Helaena, Alicent doted over the girl the most, which was not too much as she was not known for her motherly demeanour. Considering the topic of Viserys he suppressed a sigh. “I believe that we all wait with bated breath for what is to come, his passing will not be met with grief but with fire,” the battle between the Greens and Blacks. Rhaenyra was claimed as the heir but he knew his mother and grandfather would never admit to such. Still, his gaze followed the woman he was taken with, watching her instead of the sea. “Yes, here I can almost forget the world and the expectations upon us. It is a moment of peace,” a person who brought him true peace. It was not something that came to him easily as he had known mostly torment and anger throughout his entire life. But she managed to bring forth a different side of the youngest prince.
Many would have called the young woman from the North foolish for such a challenge and yet her motives were numerous. Wiping the smug expression off the features of Daemon Targaryen would be immensely satisfying, not to mention this would also prove that she was not what one sought for a noble bride. While her lineage may be impressive she was not without her roughened edges. The need for battle and the blade being many of them. Surely if her aunt was to see her now the woman would be casting the most disapproving look for the antics which she so often found herself indulging, it was more of a need for battle and the blade as she had discovered throughout the years and had no intention of changing her inner desires.
Yet, Aelin had to admit that a part of her was intrigued by the white-haired prince as he had been swift to accept her challenge. Many would have brushed off such a notion at the impropriety of the matter. Alas, she supposed it simply lived up to his namesake as he had the audacity to agree to her challenge. The first swing had been enough to show her exactly what sort of opponent she had coaxed into a duel and while she loathed to admit it, she was impressed. Certainly, not all the tales were exaggerated then. Still, he laughed in surprise at her own power and she fixed him with a glare and a raised brow for such a response.
Even as the Stark woman attempted to interject some humour to throw off the rogue prince she felt some amusement lingering in her blue eyes at his honest response. “If only we all had dragons to offset our egos,” she taunted still. Better to make herself completely unappealing as she aimed for the weak points of what she thought to be any male, their ego and prowess. Ajax seemed more alert on the sidelines now, watching the clashing of swords with some degree of intrigue at the two individuals who exuded a different sort of fire. “Perhaps the tales should lend more credit to your dragon,” her tone was light now strained with slightly laboured breathing as they continued their strikes and the dance around one another.
A clash of steel sang through the training grounds and Aelin found herself surprised as Daemon dared to compliment her. A frown marred her full lips before he shoved her back and she was swift to recover and find her balance lest she had ended up on the ground. “I have no need of your praise Daemon Targaryen,” she responded coolly. “You may keep your appreciation, the only words I need from you is your report back to the King that you find the idea of our betrothal utterly unappealing,” she mused. Her aunt would certainly flay her before she was able to say such a thing herself so she would need to make certain that the prince was the one to express such a notion.
Yet, as they circled one another the Stark woman permitted herself to life in a half-hearted manner so as not to be distracted from his footwork by the rhythmic tone of his voice. The issuance of how he could have used her blade in the last war he waged. “Perhaps your focus ought to be on training your army further, it sounds as if they were unprepared, no soldier should find cowardice in the heat of battle. Only the desire to fight, to protect their homeland and their loved ones,” she lunged again, slashing with her blade swiftly as there was the clinking of metal. “Otherwise, they are as ineffective as fodder, sheep fed to the wolves. It does sound like you were in desperate need of your dragon,” it was sad to think that soldiers in the South were not like those that she was so accustomed to from her own homeland.
Now, with her own blow deflected, Aelin simply watched and listened. “Vouch for who you will, my blade belongs to the North and by extension Westeros,” Aelin finished. “Although, my aim is to protect my own lands and people. The Wall is in ever need of defence,” the monsters beyond always threatening. However, she scoffed when he mentioned how protective they were over their lands. Albeit, the comment was true. With a strong swing, she moved to block his sword, but soon fell off-kilter and hit the ground hard, her energy expended with the sheer dance of their duel. As she landed on the dirt ground, she winced slightly and glared at her opponent, the loss bitter on her tongue. “It seems that I have underestimated you,” she muttered a bit darkly as she prepared to rise from her downfall and unfortunate defeat.
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Aemond Targaryen
Even the simplest of smiles from the princess of Driftmark was enough to do wonders for the disposition of the young Targaryen prince. Ultimately, he was often cast into solitude, with many of his kin hating the line born from Alicent Hightower and her union with Viserys Targaryen. Then there were the relationships that he held with his own full siblings. Helaena was a different creature entirely as her mind was often in the clouds, insightful and all-knowing, he appreciated her immensely but she was consumed by the gifts that plagued her. While he could not stand Aegon in the slightest, his brother was a bane upon their name and bloodline. While Lianna seemed to understand him in a way that others had not bothered to, despite his claiming of Vhagar and the sheer disapproval of her parents he was certain.
Yet, it was as the lovely visage of the blooming woman before his figure spoke to her own dragon that it drew a slight chuckle from Aemond. “I would agree, Gaelithox and the freedom of the skies is a far better alternative than court or the majority of our kin,” the politics never seemed to end, while he knew that his grandfather was plotting for his brother to claim the throne his mother was becoming just as cunning. Meanwhile, the rest of the royal bloodline would cast them out swiftly from the Red Keep if they were so able. His uncle was amongst the first. Thankfully, the rogue prince was mostly occupied with his own endeavours and could not stand to be in the presence of Otto or to see the failing health of his brother.
Needless to say, their conversation naturally moved to the topic of Corlys and the white-haired prince found himself watching Lianna closely, an urge to take her into his arms as a form of comfort blossoming under his breast. But he held to the sake of propriety and the teachings instilled in him even if there was little need for it with the two of them being here on their lonesome. A small nod to her confirmation that he could indeed be right about her father and the attributes and mettle assigned to him. “Fret not until the time comes, my own father has survived ailments far beyond comprehension,” by his accounts it was a miracle that Viserys still drew breath with his condition.
If only the topic had not shifted so easily to the expectations of marriage, causing Aemond to tense. He dared not admit it allowed but the idea of Lianna being wed to someone else called fire to blossom within him. Even if he had never had the courage to tell her how he felt. Quite the cowardice thing for a man who thought himself to be a warrior at heart. While he could not deny the disappointment written upon his one blue eye at her answer he nodded. “Perhaps you should consider your own wants. You are a princess of royal blood, a dragon rider. Aside from your parents adoring you. It is not unheard of for Velryon and Targaryen royals to marry whomever they choose. My father and uncle are proof of such,” he shrugged. Trying to ignore the fact that Aegon and Helaena did not have the same choices. “You are worth more than some exchange with a nobleman, Lianna, make your voice and flame known,” he tried to convince her. While internally his heart beat with the thought of: Choose me.
Seeing the beauty of the woman before him, Aemond found himself transfixed for a long moment and then swallowed thickly as the topic was changed. Grateful as his pallor would have given away his own flush of cheeks immediately. “You always have an open invitation to the Red Keep, even if my mother is quite reluctant to let any of us out of her sight,” especially Helaena, Alicent doted over the girl the most, which was not too much as she was not known for her motherly demeanour. Considering the topic of Viserys he suppressed a sigh. “I believe that we all wait with bated breath for what is to come, his passing will not be met with grief but with fire,” the battle between the Greens and Blacks. Rhaenyra was claimed as the heir but he knew his mother and grandfather would never admit to such. Still, his gaze followed the woman he was taken with, watching her instead of the sea. “Yes, here I can almost forget the world and the expectations upon us. It is a moment of peace,” a person who brought him true peace. It was not something that came to him easily as he had known mostly torment and anger throughout his entire life. But she managed to bring forth a different side of the youngest prince.
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Daemon Targaryen
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Lianna Velaryon
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Aelin Stark
Ego was no stranger to Aelin Stark, she had plenty of her own which often caused a station of stubbornness which was not to be removed. Nor did she wish it to be, in order to be a noblewoman and retain her independence and ability to use a blade one could not permit leniency. Quite the opposite, she had challenged the status quo which had been thrust upon her visage from a young age. Thankfully her father had never truly minded until this point where there had been the ideation that she would be wed and have a family of her own. Where such a notion might bring some happiness and contentment it only brought forth a level of irritation which settled absently upon her brow. Part of the reason why she had commenced with this challenge, to put into question her viability to be a good wife and lady of any house. Especially a royal one, unfortunately, she knew little of Daemon Targaryen and how this could hold an alternative effect.
Many would have shied before the rogue prince and the might of his blade but the willowy woman from the north refused to give up her merit, she would not be best by the white-haired male who seemed intent on meeting each dodge and stroke of her own sword. They differed but the fire in their eyes was similar enough that she was not so blinded by her own intentions that she might have seen a kindred spirit. As they tested their skills against one another it was evident that the dance was prolonged due to their abilities, even if for the first time in a long while she sensed that she might not succeed. But at the refusal of Daemon to persuade the king against any speakings of a union between them her eyes narrowed slightly and a look of displeasure settled upon her fair features. “One could hardly discount your displeasure as whining if you were to truly disapprove of the match,” she retorted before another speedy sidestep from a hit. “Best to quell such notions before they become more than mere whispers.”
It seemed that with the distraction of her irritable disposition, it only took one further sweep before the dark-haired woman was knocked to the ground. The air left her lungs as she worked to control her gasp, the dirt of the training arena hard beneath her slender frame as her blue eyes peered up at the victor with sheer and utter disappointment and resentment for what had transpired. But she held her tongue, chest heaving slightly from exertion as the Targaryen prince pointed his sword down at her. A raised and shaped brow met his words as she considered. “You know nothing of my experience,” she seethed. He spoke of dragon fire and battle, but he did not know her or her abilities. Nor did she intend to let him. “It may be true that I have not the experience with dragons and their abilities, but do not discredit the hardships endured beyond the South,” she attempted to lash out at his ignorance, truly bothered by her own defeat.
As the roguish man before her offered a hand in support, Aelin found herself tempted to stand on her own and sweep it away. That would have been prudent when it came to the expression of her intentions. However, it was with reluctance that her mind acknowledged the fact that Daemon had permitted her this duel and did not treat her as a frail maiden. Taking his hand she permitted him to pull her from her position on the ground. A current surged through her and once she was vertical she stepped away swiftly as if she had been burned ignoring the way her heart hammered at their connection and how her mind connected that his features were actually quite handsome. “War is something few can comprehend, but one should not expend their morals for the sake of fear,” she responded bluntly and then moved to place her training sword back in the rack, each movement smooth and fluid.
Turning back to the Targaryen man, it was evident that the blue-eyed Stark was beyond determined in her reproach. The way he questioned her own merit and if she would not flee caused fire to rush through her blood. “I would rather perish than flee no matter the foe. I would gladly give my life for the sake of my home and my kin, for what is important for the survival of all the Seven Kingdoms,” the reply was a short retort. “I have spent enough time upon the Wall to know the dangers of battle, to know that no matter the fear it is not worth abandoning your ideals,” she explained, likely a bit shocking that her father had permitted her to fight, to be a part of any battle. But she had always been an exception for Rickton aside from when he had sent her to King's Landing with her aunt to find a husband. Something she had definitely not agreed to. “Although it does sound like your dragon secured many of the battles for you,” her tone was almost teasing, wanting to get on his nerves and prove that she was definitely not the sort of woman that he would wish to be around for an extended period of time.
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Aemond Targaryen
There was never time for peace in the world of the young prince, there was always something that prevented it. Whether it be the strains of politics to the sheer stupidity of his elder brother. Even now he could feel hardship and war blossoming on the horizon, the whispers of what would be coming in the passing days after his father had perished. Not that he had ever been particularly close to the King, Viserys had never given his son the time of day or inclination of caring. Alicent had been barely any better, choosing to have her children reared by servants rather than herself. From what he could recall of his mother he had only been greeted by tired expressions. That and the fact that the Queen was more insistent on keeping Aegon out of his various levels of trouble. No one truly saw him, aside from Lianna and aside from Vhagar, they both brought him comfort in the darkness which threatened to consume his being. Naturally, he had known for years that the darkness born of the teasing had continued to fester and grow, only not present when he was with the lovely woman before him.
If only their lives were not so complicated, Aemond knew that as royals they would both in time have expectations of marriage and other duties thrust upon them. Alas, he found that when she mentioned such a thought there was a deep discontent blossoming within him. Lianna had been a true friend and with her coming of age and beauty he could not deny that more mature feelings had been fostered for the young princess. Not that he had the courage to speak on such matters. He was a man cast in shadow and deep remorse, trying to find his purpose. She was beloved and wanted amongst their kin. Surely even Rhaenyra would spare her attention. Even the rogue prince and his wife bore affection for the kin of the Sea Snake. Yet, as she conceded that a choice of partner might be within her reach, he simply nodded. “You need not discount yourself to a life of misery, any suitor would be lucky to claim your hand in marriage. Settle not for some fool, but who brings your heart desire. Marriage is too long otherwise,” he admitted.
The entire conversation was not something that the young Targaryen prince had expected and now he was caught in the throes of what he most yearned for and what he could not have. The caramel skin of the beloved Driftmark heir glowing in the sunlight and he pondered what it would be like if they were not at the whims of their parent’s ambitions. Perhaps he would not have grown to be so bitter. Alas, he would never regret claiming Vhagar as his own, the bond he held with his dragon was something he would deal with for all of eternity. Meanwhile, Lianna had asked if he had thought about marriage and what a union would mean for himself. This was a delicate balance as in truth he had given this some thought and speculation but he knew the impossibility of such matters. “You speak the truth, I do not face the same pressures that Aegon and Helaena did,” he had always been baffled by such a union, his sister had deserved so much better than the idiocy of their brother. Alas, he knew that his mother and grandfather had been up to their plotting, seeing to get their hands on the Iron Throne as his father declined.
There was the stumbling of Lianna as she sought for her words and Aemond could not help but feel his gaze soften slightly at such a sentiment. She truly was quite beautiful and endearing, that was something that no one could deny. Surely she could have any suitor in the realm and yet it felt like they were dancing towards something together. The two of them were friends for a long period of time, truly knowing the other when the rest of the world only saw his mask. “I suppose everyone considers marriage at some point in time. I am not excluded from such a sentiment,” he admitted and hoped to whatever Gods might exist that there was not a blush adorning his pale skin. Even now, with her fiery blood, she dared to ask if he had anyone in mind and he found himself glancing at Vhagar for a moment then clearing his throat, resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “There is someone I would have liked to be with. However, there are complications,” he admitted carefully.
Finally, the warrior prince brought his gaze back to the princess he so coveted and adored. “Her parents would not be approving of such a union, or myself as a suitor. Something I can not hold against them. My temperament and Hightower blood can be unbecoming to certain individuals. Needless to say, it does not deter my affection for such an individual,” he admitted slowly. He pondered on whether Lianna would be able to see beyond his words and who he meant. The sea lapped against the shore, the perfect backdrop to the tragedy that he would dare to call their yearning, well, if she felt the same such a thing did seem quite impossible to him. No, she would see him as a friend and nothing more, likely refusing to read into his words and he would accept such a rejection with as much grace as he could muster for the fear of losing her entirely when she was a beacon of light in his growing shadows.
Ego was no stranger to Aelin Stark, she had plenty of her own which often caused a station of stubbornness which was not to be removed. Nor did she wish it to be, in order to be a noblewoman and retain her independence and ability to use a blade one could not permit leniency. Quite the opposite, she had challenged the status quo which had been thrust upon her visage from a young age. Thankfully her father had never truly minded until this point where there had been the ideation that she would be wed and have a family of her own. Where such a notion might bring some happiness and contentment it only brought forth a level of irritation which settled absently upon her brow. Part of the reason why she had commenced with this challenge, to put into question her viability to be a good wife and lady of any house. Especially a royal one, unfortunately, she knew little of Daemon Targaryen and how this could hold an alternative effect.
Many would have shied before the rogue prince and the might of his blade but the willowy woman from the north refused to give up her merit, she would not be best by the white-haired male who seemed intent on meeting each dodge and stroke of her own sword. They differed but the fire in their eyes was similar enough that she was not so blinded by her own intentions that she might have seen a kindred spirit. As they tested their skills against one another it was evident that the dance was prolonged due to their abilities, even if for the first time in a long while she sensed that she might not succeed. But at the refusal of Daemon to persuade the king against any speakings of a union between them her eyes narrowed slightly and a look of displeasure settled upon her fair features. “One could hardly discount your displeasure as whining if you were to truly disapprove of the match,” she retorted before another speedy sidestep from a hit. “Best to quell such notions before they become more than mere whispers.”
It seemed that with the distraction of her irritable disposition, it only took one further sweep before the dark-haired woman was knocked to the ground. The air left her lungs as she worked to control her gasp, the dirt of the training arena hard beneath her slender frame as her blue eyes peered up at the victor with sheer and utter disappointment and resentment for what had transpired. But she held her tongue, chest heaving slightly from exertion as the Targaryen prince pointed his sword down at her. A raised and shaped brow met his words as she considered. “You know nothing of my experience,” she seethed. He spoke of dragon fire and battle, but he did not know her or her abilities. Nor did she intend to let him. “It may be true that I have not the experience with dragons and their abilities, but do not discredit the hardships endured beyond the South,” she attempted to lash out at his ignorance, truly bothered by her own defeat.
As the roguish man before her offered a hand in support, Aelin found herself tempted to stand on her own and sweep it away. That would have been prudent when it came to the expression of her intentions. However, it was with reluctance that her mind acknowledged the fact that Daemon had permitted her this duel and did not treat her as a frail maiden. Taking his hand she permitted him to pull her from her position on the ground. A current surged through her and once she was vertical she stepped away swiftly as if she had been burned ignoring the way her heart hammered at their connection and how her mind connected that his features were actually quite handsome. “War is something few can comprehend, but one should not expend their morals for the sake of fear,” she responded bluntly and then moved to place her training sword back in the rack, each movement smooth and fluid.
Turning back to the Targaryen man, it was evident that the blue-eyed Stark was beyond determined in her reproach. The way he questioned her own merit and if she would not flee caused fire to rush through her blood. “I would rather perish than flee no matter the foe. I would gladly give my life for the sake of my home and my kin, for what is important for the survival of all the Seven Kingdoms,” the reply was a short retort. “I have spent enough time upon the Wall to know the dangers of battle, to know that no matter the fear it is not worth abandoning your ideals,” she explained, likely a bit shocking that her father had permitted her to fight, to be a part of any battle. But she had always been an exception for Rickton aside from when he had sent her to King's Landing with her aunt to find a husband. Something she had definitely not agreed to. “Although it does sound like your dragon secured many of the battles for you,” her tone was almost teasing, wanting to get on his nerves and prove that she was definitely not the sort of woman that he would wish to be around for an extended period of time.
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Aemond Targaryen
There was never time for peace in the world of the young prince, there was always something that prevented it. Whether it be the strains of politics to the sheer stupidity of his elder brother. Even now he could feel hardship and war blossoming on the horizon, the whispers of what would be coming in the passing days after his father had perished. Not that he had ever been particularly close to the King, Viserys had never given his son the time of day or inclination of caring. Alicent had been barely any better, choosing to have her children reared by servants rather than herself. From what he could recall of his mother he had only been greeted by tired expressions. That and the fact that the Queen was more insistent on keeping Aegon out of his various levels of trouble. No one truly saw him, aside from Lianna and aside from Vhagar, they both brought him comfort in the darkness which threatened to consume his being. Naturally, he had known for years that the darkness born of the teasing had continued to fester and grow, only not present when he was with the lovely woman before him.
If only their lives were not so complicated, Aemond knew that as royals they would both in time have expectations of marriage and other duties thrust upon them. Alas, he found that when she mentioned such a thought there was a deep discontent blossoming within him. Lianna had been a true friend and with her coming of age and beauty he could not deny that more mature feelings had been fostered for the young princess. Not that he had the courage to speak on such matters. He was a man cast in shadow and deep remorse, trying to find his purpose. She was beloved and wanted amongst their kin. Surely even Rhaenyra would spare her attention. Even the rogue prince and his wife bore affection for the kin of the Sea Snake. Yet, as she conceded that a choice of partner might be within her reach, he simply nodded. “You need not discount yourself to a life of misery, any suitor would be lucky to claim your hand in marriage. Settle not for some fool, but who brings your heart desire. Marriage is too long otherwise,” he admitted.
The entire conversation was not something that the young Targaryen prince had expected and now he was caught in the throes of what he most yearned for and what he could not have. The caramel skin of the beloved Driftmark heir glowing in the sunlight and he pondered what it would be like if they were not at the whims of their parent’s ambitions. Perhaps he would not have grown to be so bitter. Alas, he would never regret claiming Vhagar as his own, the bond he held with his dragon was something he would deal with for all of eternity. Meanwhile, Lianna had asked if he had thought about marriage and what a union would mean for himself. This was a delicate balance as in truth he had given this some thought and speculation but he knew the impossibility of such matters. “You speak the truth, I do not face the same pressures that Aegon and Helaena did,” he had always been baffled by such a union, his sister had deserved so much better than the idiocy of their brother. Alas, he knew that his mother and grandfather had been up to their plotting, seeing to get their hands on the Iron Throne as his father declined.
There was the stumbling of Lianna as she sought for her words and Aemond could not help but feel his gaze soften slightly at such a sentiment. She truly was quite beautiful and endearing, that was something that no one could deny. Surely she could have any suitor in the realm and yet it felt like they were dancing towards something together. The two of them were friends for a long period of time, truly knowing the other when the rest of the world only saw his mask. “I suppose everyone considers marriage at some point in time. I am not excluded from such a sentiment,” he admitted and hoped to whatever Gods might exist that there was not a blush adorning his pale skin. Even now, with her fiery blood, she dared to ask if he had anyone in mind and he found himself glancing at Vhagar for a moment then clearing his throat, resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “There is someone I would have liked to be with. However, there are complications,” he admitted carefully.
Finally, the warrior prince brought his gaze back to the princess he so coveted and adored. “Her parents would not be approving of such a union, or myself as a suitor. Something I can not hold against them. My temperament and Hightower blood can be unbecoming to certain individuals. Needless to say, it does not deter my affection for such an individual,” he admitted slowly. He pondered on whether Lianna would be able to see beyond his words and who he meant. The sea lapped against the shore, the perfect backdrop to the tragedy that he would dare to call their yearning, well, if she felt the same such a thing did seem quite impossible to him. No, she would see him as a friend and nothing more, likely refusing to read into his words and he would accept such a rejection with as much grace as he could muster for the fear of losing her entirely when she was a beacon of light in his growing shadows.
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Aelin Stark
The North was not a place frequented by many visitors. Winterfell despite having its own sort of beauty was not held in the same regard as King’s Landing, despite such a harsh climate and struggle placed on the people by the wilds beyond, the monsters and threats that lurked beyond the Wall which they guarded so earnestly. Still, the woman of Stark blood adored it, the snow and mountains. It was a different kind of beauty and she yearned to return there rather than deal with the politics of the Red Keep. In contrast, her aunt seemed intent on integrating here and securing her a marriage she simply desired to return home, to pick up her blade in battle again. Alas, she had to admit challenging the rogue prince to such a duel had been a worthwhile distraction and it caused her to see him in a slightly shifted light even though he was a potential predicament for her as it sounded like he had been ascertained to be the appropriate marriage option.
Freed from the noblewomen who were presently feasting and would likely commence with embroidery or some other nonsense Aelin was soothed from such tortures for the present time. Even if she was presently bickering with Daemon Targaryen at times as the two expressed their unacknowledged frustrations at one another. She raised a shaped brow when he proclaimed that her homeland was unforgiving at times. “Perhaps it can be, but there is also beauty in adversity,” she considered for a long moment. “The mountains and snow can be quite lovely and Winterfell has heated pools for bathing and heated water which warms the castle, it makes the harsh climate quite tolerable,” she wondered if he had ever been. She had not recalled him visiting her home before, at least when she was present at the very least.
It was when she put her hand in his own even to rise from the ground that caused the willowy woman to feel a jolt of something which swiftly transitioned to shock at such an occurrence. She had been swift to place the distance between them and kept her blue eyes on the light gaze of the man before her. She could not deny that he was handsome with his strong jaw and regal features. Aside from the white hair, it was impossible to see the resemblance between himself and his brother. The way he moved was almost graceful, his prowess with a blade was unmatched, something she would never bring herself to say aloud lest she face his already mighty ego further. Still, in that moment she felt his gaze lingering on her as well and she worked to suppress the flush which threatened her cheeks.
Carefully evaluating, Aelin held her ground as Daemon returned his blade to the rack and out of habit returned his hands to his own sword which seemed to be a reassurance for the man. “I will never understand the need to compromise morals,” she muttered, that was not the way of her family. They stood up for their values and held them to the bitter end even if it resulted in their deaths. Maybe she would never understand the South. As he dared to call her mention of the Wall nattering she rolled her eyes and then huffed gently in response. “As the Targaryens natter about their dragons,” she shot back effortlessly, determined that he would not have the last word on this particular occasion. “The North has no room for cowardice if you mean to survive,” she offered smoothly, a lesson she had been taught from a young age.
More concerning was how appealing Aelin had found the sound of his chuckle, the memory settling upon her ears. Furthermore, it seemed that the prince was keen on surprising her as he turned his attention from her to her loyal wolf. She nodded in response to his question. “Ajax,” she offered the name freely but a smile touched her lips when discussing the mighty creature. While Daemon had knelt down she stepped forth warily, protective over her companion and friend. Yet, as his tone softened so did her own expression, unable to hold back how such an action obviously moved her. Ajax flicked his ears and then stood, approaching the pair and tilting his head as if trying to comprehend. He approached Aelin first as his mistress ran her fingers through the long and coarse fur. She offered a nod once more, “He means us no harm,” she could not bring herself to call Daemon friend, not yet. But her wolf approached and sniffed towards the rogue prince before settling down to sit before him so that their gazes might meet. “It seems that he likes you, prince,” she admitted with a matter of awe and reluctance in her tone. “Ajax has shown very few people the courtesy of an approach,” it caused her heart to flutter slightly.
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Aemond Targaryen
The conversation was not what the young Targaryen prince had expected when he had sought out Lianna that day, but he could not hold his tongue when it came to her speech on marriage. He wanted her to choose for the sake of her heart and to know love when they had been thrust into so many other obligations. There was even the resolve that if she did not hold feelings for himself that he would accept it for the sake of seeing her happy no matter the cost. He was accustomed to personal sacrifice as he had never been at the forefront of anyone’s mind or so he had assumed. Granted that had been the teachings throughout his life when it came to negligence and dismissal. Despite the knowledge that he would be more suited for responsibility than his elder brother. Aegon was a fool on the best of days and he dared not think of such a matter and detract from the current conversation that he was sharing with the beauty before him.
The waves came to meet them, a boon against the fires which burned in their hearts. The breathing and shuffle of their dragons were more soothing than he could imagine. Aemond had to admit that here with the princess of Driftmark, he was able to find a peace which eluded him in his own home. There was no apprehension here, the two of them were free to speak what was on their minds and to indulge in the harsher truths that were their kin. While he did share with Lianna the sorrow for the fate of Helaena, he knew that his sister deserved some serenity rather than to be in the role that their mother thrust upon her. Suddenly, he was glad that he had almost disappeared into the shadows in comparison to his other siblings.
It had not been surprising when she had turned the conversation back to him and Aemond took the time to debate how to speak on the notion of marriage when who he desired was right before him and would be considered beyond his reach. But did she know? Could she see the affection in his one good eye whenever the two of them were able to meet? Surely he had been somewhat obvious as his crush had blossomed since they had been preteens and only gained merit as they aged. Still, he could almost taste the jealousy within her and there was a deep satisfaction which curled in his chest at the very notion. Yet, he could not deny the need for honesty in expressing that he might not be considered a good match for a variety of reasons. Surely he knew that her parents would never be accepting if he would ask for her hand. While Lianna softly mentioned that he should not let such sentiments stop him, he took a step toward her. “If I fail to consider such practicalities it may cause the woman I care for hardship,” he told her almost gently. A feat for him. Surely if she were to choose him her mother and father should he live would be quite livid.
The way that she spoke of him held such hope and such sentiment, Aemond swallowed thickly and he yearned to be the man she spoke of. But there was something deeper there, a darkness that seemed to grow and one that he had not been able to quell in the slightest. “A parent’s disapproval can be a harsh sting for their daughter,” he resolved finally. “I may be the son of a King, Lianna, it will make no difference to the rest of our kin. I hold Hightower blood, my mother and grandfather all but assured me that a portion of the Targaryen family will never hold us in any sort of regard. Their support lay with Rhaenyra and the ire of my sister is firmly set upon my mother.” He wished that this were not the case but it seemed that it was a constant theme. “You are perhaps the only one in this world who has ever truly seen me, truly knows me. Even if I believe there is a side of me that is not worthy of you, or even your friendship, let alone more.” It did not take long for her to speak that any woman would be lucky to have him and he frowned gently, wondering if she truly was unbothered by the thought of him having other suitors. “And you, would you have me?” he asked her turning his gaze to the water and trying to keep a mask of indifference in place. The vulnerability here was quite high and there was immense risk. Common sense would dictate that she outright refuse him and he would not blame her in the slightest for such a sentiment. He would walk away, but he also did not want to say too much lest he damage the friendship which kept him going through the shadows which enveloped him.
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Aelin Stark
Distaste was an understatement when it came to what the dark-haired willowy woman felt for the political navigations that were orchestrated within the Red Keep and King’s Landing as a whole. She had never deferred to such a world and pragmatically would have rather isolated herself to the chilled mountains that were her home. Apparently, the prince of the realm felt quite similarly in that regard and while it brought her a sense of intrigue it was not enough to assuage the apprehension she experienced over the whispers that their union would be a profitable venture for both of their families. There was little she despised more than the idea of being taken from the world she knew and being thrust into a loveless marriage, even if she was hesitant to admit that the white-haired warrior was not as atrocious as she had initially painted him as being. It seemed that their kin had taken some account into their dispositions and matching characters. Alas, she was too stubborn to admit to such factors willingly.
Home. The heart of Aelin ached for it but here she was enduring this place for as long as she was bid to. The loyalty she held to her father was far more pressing than her own disdain for being in such a place. “A bad situation to come, you become accustomed to the cold in time,” a smirk wound upon her lips at the sentiment for it appeared that the warrior was not keen on such a climate. Naturally, she found the heat a bit more difficult to endure but here it did not seem too pressing to say the least and she would find herself proceeding in accordance with such a thought that remaining was not entirely an ill-omen.
Their stubbornness had been clashing but the Stark woman could not deny the amusement settling into her icy blue eyes as Daemon made comment on his rapport with his dragon and how it tended to be enticing to all of his kin. Not something she could deny. “While I do not hold such a connection to a scaled beast, I can understand the sentiment,” she agreed and her gaze shifted to the dire wolf who was watching them both with a level of intrigue. Likely never having seen his mistress in such a state before but it was likely an improvement from the melancholy which she had fallen into since she had been forced to come to the Keep. Being caught up in politics and forced to mingle with a variety of dull women had done little for her mood. The princess was interesting, but Rhaenyra seemed to be caught in the web against her will not knowing the ways of battle but at least having rebellion in her heart. Needless to say, there was also an age difference between the two females.
Shockingly the tide had seemed to change as the rogue prince had knelt down and called out to Ajax in such a gentle manner. The approach of her companion is the one thing that softens her mood. Most chose to shy away from the mighty wolf or to ignore him entirely. Giving Daemon the sentiment of a name she was more than a bit shocked when her loyal friend permitted himself to approach the prince and to sit before him. Rather, it caused her to blink in surprise at the change of mannerisms. “I can agree with you in that regard, I believe beasts to be a far better judge of a person than anything else, they need not hide behind a silver tongue,” she admitted and found herself admiring his features for a moment then. The short-chopped hair and the weariness of war on his brow. Likely held a few other scars if he had been forced to sever his long tresses. As she loathed to admit it, the man was devastatingly handsome, likely which had gotten him his rogue nickname.
As her dire wolf permitted a pet she raised a shaped brow at the scene. Aelin found herself humming her agreement to the man before her. “I would much rather people approached me with such honesty, a duel is the closest I have gotten to transparency since my arrival at King’s Landing. I fear that I would wither in these halls. I know not how others endure it,” a frown lingered on her full lips then as she considered the implications of remaining here for any longer but there might not be much of a choice if her aunt so chose to remain.
The conversation returned to Ajax and Aelin approached them both with ease. “He is fifteen and should be grown by the age of twenty. We have been together since he was but a pup,” she stated and could not help the small laugh that stole from her at Daemon’s commentary. “The tales are not altogether wrong, a dire wolf can grow to the size of a small steed if properly cared for,” she admitted. “They also lived for approximately fifty years. Far too short for my liking, but I will take whatever time that we have together.”
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Aemond Targaryen
The waves were a smooth backdrop to the intensity of a conversation. Nobility was a burden as the young Targaryen prince knew. While they had certain luxuries it was nothing compared to the responsibilities that were thrust upon them and he wondered what would become of them should they choose their own path. The wondrous lady before him was all that he had thought of and desired for such a long period of time that he feared the day that they might have this conversation. Rejection was something he was far too accustomed to and he had no reason to think that this would be any different. She had likely heard his name spoken in ire many times. That was difficult to comprehend the hatred between their kin when there was little merit. Alright, he had signed his own warrant there when he had claimed Vhagar but he had been but a lonely boy and had sought to show that he was not as pathetic as his brother and nephews thought him to be. He had sought to prove himself in this regard.
While Lianna seemed to praise that he even cared for the wellbeing of the woman who had consumed his thoughts and feelings a frown touched the lips of Aemond at the thought that some men did not think in such a capacity. That she might be forced to end up with such a man. “If someone were ever to treat you with such disrespect I would have Vhagar bring about their end,” the dragon behind him seemed to huff her own agreement to such a sentiment. “That is if Gaelithox does not take such a task upon themself first,” he told her firmly. There was a severity in his long blue eye as he observed the woman with a fierceness but also a gentleness as he loathed to think that she would ever be treated as less than anyone. She deserved to be a Queen and what a lovely one she would make. Not that he would ever be able to present her with such a title himself.
Perhaps he was being too bold that was always something he struggled with in the passing days, the white-haired man had defied everyone and become mighty as a warrior even if he had yet to see the heat of battle. Furthermore, he was now basically confessing how he felt when he knew that their hands were tethered. That her parents would never approve even if he knew his father as King would find a melding of their families to be a joyous occasion, Viserys chose to be naive to the truth of matters. “Our family has internal conflict,” he agreed and then watched her gently as she seemed distracted by the adornments of her clothing. “I will always be cast in the shadow of my mother and grandfather, something that does not bring me greatness but shame in the eyes of the rest of our kin. At least Coryls and Rhaeyns are parents worthy of bearing their name, you do them proud,” he confirmed. A part of him wondered what it would be like if his father had been respected more and had offered them more protection from discrediting rather than sheer indifference.
It was in the way that Lianna softened which gave Aemond hope, when she responded to his words not in complete disgust but had grasped his arm and drawn him closer. He went willingly and felt a small blush stain his own cheeks and his heart stuttered at her words, her telling him that he was worthy. It almost seemed too good to be true, but she had always shown him such kindness. The beautiful eyes of Lianna cast upon him once more. He reached up with his hand and stroked her cheek gently not even noticing the water lapping at their boots. “I am not deserving of you in the slightest, my lady. But your words mean more to me than I can properly disclose. If it would not be to your detriment that I would seek the approval of your mother immediately,” he hesitated knowing that she would refuse him instantly.
The turmoils of the heart it seemed as the two watched one another caught in the moment of their affections and the complications that would come along with them. It was only the protest of their dragons which drew them back. He had heard the shuffling of Vhagar as she seemed not keen on disrupting them but if the water touched her in the slightest he knew that she would become quite the cranky creature. A warrior to the end but she was quite particular, and he adored the beast for it. Hearing the giggle of Lianna it warmed his heart and Aemond chuckled gently with her. “Yes, I suppose we ought to move,” he admitted reluctantly as it brought him some coldness when she drew away. He stood and moved to follow her to a safer place but then reached out and grasped her hand gently. “Ride with me, it has been too long. Surely your mother will not miss your presence quite yet,” he tried to convince her wanting another few moments between the two of them.
Distaste was an understatement when it came to what the dark-haired willowy woman felt for the political navigations that were orchestrated within the Red Keep and King’s Landing as a whole. She had never deferred to such a world and pragmatically would have rather isolated herself to the chilled mountains that were her home. Apparently, the prince of the realm felt quite similarly in that regard and while it brought her a sense of intrigue it was not enough to assuage the apprehension she experienced over the whispers that their union would be a profitable venture for both of their families. There was little she despised more than the idea of being taken from the world she knew and being thrust into a loveless marriage, even if she was hesitant to admit that the white-haired warrior was not as atrocious as she had initially painted him as being. It seemed that their kin had taken some account into their dispositions and matching characters. Alas, she was too stubborn to admit to such factors willingly.
Home. The heart of Aelin ached for it but here she was enduring this place for as long as she was bid to. The loyalty she held to her father was far more pressing than her own disdain for being in such a place. “A bad situation to come, you become accustomed to the cold in time,” a smirk wound upon her lips at the sentiment for it appeared that the warrior was not keen on such a climate. Naturally, she found the heat a bit more difficult to endure but here it did not seem too pressing to say the least and she would find herself proceeding in accordance with such a thought that remaining was not entirely an ill-omen.
Their stubbornness had been clashing but the Stark woman could not deny the amusement settling into her icy blue eyes as Daemon made comment on his rapport with his dragon and how it tended to be enticing to all of his kin. Not something she could deny. “While I do not hold such a connection to a scaled beast, I can understand the sentiment,” she agreed and her gaze shifted to the dire wolf who was watching them both with a level of intrigue. Likely never having seen his mistress in such a state before but it was likely an improvement from the melancholy which she had fallen into since she had been forced to come to the Keep. Being caught up in politics and forced to mingle with a variety of dull women had done little for her mood. The princess was interesting, but Rhaenyra seemed to be caught in the web against her will not knowing the ways of battle but at least having rebellion in her heart. Needless to say, there was also an age difference between the two females.
Shockingly the tide had seemed to change as the rogue prince had knelt down and called out to Ajax in such a gentle manner. The approach of her companion is the one thing that softens her mood. Most chose to shy away from the mighty wolf or to ignore him entirely. Giving Daemon the sentiment of a name she was more than a bit shocked when her loyal friend permitted himself to approach the prince and to sit before him. Rather, it caused her to blink in surprise at the change of mannerisms. “I can agree with you in that regard, I believe beasts to be a far better judge of a person than anything else, they need not hide behind a silver tongue,” she admitted and found herself admiring his features for a moment then. The short-chopped hair and the weariness of war on his brow. Likely held a few other scars if he had been forced to sever his long tresses. As she loathed to admit it, the man was devastatingly handsome, likely which had gotten him his rogue nickname.
As her dire wolf permitted a pet she raised a shaped brow at the scene. Aelin found herself humming her agreement to the man before her. “I would much rather people approached me with such honesty, a duel is the closest I have gotten to transparency since my arrival at King’s Landing. I fear that I would wither in these halls. I know not how others endure it,” a frown lingered on her full lips then as she considered the implications of remaining here for any longer but there might not be much of a choice if her aunt so chose to remain.
The conversation returned to Ajax and Aelin approached them both with ease. “He is fifteen and should be grown by the age of twenty. We have been together since he was but a pup,” she stated and could not help the small laugh that stole from her at Daemon’s commentary. “The tales are not altogether wrong, a dire wolf can grow to the size of a small steed if properly cared for,” she admitted. “They also lived for approximately fifty years. Far too short for my liking, but I will take whatever time that we have together.”
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Aemond Targaryen
The waves were a smooth backdrop to the intensity of a conversation. Nobility was a burden as the young Targaryen prince knew. While they had certain luxuries it was nothing compared to the responsibilities that were thrust upon them and he wondered what would become of them should they choose their own path. The wondrous lady before him was all that he had thought of and desired for such a long period of time that he feared the day that they might have this conversation. Rejection was something he was far too accustomed to and he had no reason to think that this would be any different. She had likely heard his name spoken in ire many times. That was difficult to comprehend the hatred between their kin when there was little merit. Alright, he had signed his own warrant there when he had claimed Vhagar but he had been but a lonely boy and had sought to show that he was not as pathetic as his brother and nephews thought him to be. He had sought to prove himself in this regard.
While Lianna seemed to praise that he even cared for the wellbeing of the woman who had consumed his thoughts and feelings a frown touched the lips of Aemond at the thought that some men did not think in such a capacity. That she might be forced to end up with such a man. “If someone were ever to treat you with such disrespect I would have Vhagar bring about their end,” the dragon behind him seemed to huff her own agreement to such a sentiment. “That is if Gaelithox does not take such a task upon themself first,” he told her firmly. There was a severity in his long blue eye as he observed the woman with a fierceness but also a gentleness as he loathed to think that she would ever be treated as less than anyone. She deserved to be a Queen and what a lovely one she would make. Not that he would ever be able to present her with such a title himself.
Perhaps he was being too bold that was always something he struggled with in the passing days, the white-haired man had defied everyone and become mighty as a warrior even if he had yet to see the heat of battle. Furthermore, he was now basically confessing how he felt when he knew that their hands were tethered. That her parents would never approve even if he knew his father as King would find a melding of their families to be a joyous occasion, Viserys chose to be naive to the truth of matters. “Our family has internal conflict,” he agreed and then watched her gently as she seemed distracted by the adornments of her clothing. “I will always be cast in the shadow of my mother and grandfather, something that does not bring me greatness but shame in the eyes of the rest of our kin. At least Coryls and Rhaeyns are parents worthy of bearing their name, you do them proud,” he confirmed. A part of him wondered what it would be like if his father had been respected more and had offered them more protection from discrediting rather than sheer indifference.
It was in the way that Lianna softened which gave Aemond hope, when she responded to his words not in complete disgust but had grasped his arm and drawn him closer. He went willingly and felt a small blush stain his own cheeks and his heart stuttered at her words, her telling him that he was worthy. It almost seemed too good to be true, but she had always shown him such kindness. The beautiful eyes of Lianna cast upon him once more. He reached up with his hand and stroked her cheek gently not even noticing the water lapping at their boots. “I am not deserving of you in the slightest, my lady. But your words mean more to me than I can properly disclose. If it would not be to your detriment that I would seek the approval of your mother immediately,” he hesitated knowing that she would refuse him instantly.
The turmoils of the heart it seemed as the two watched one another caught in the moment of their affections and the complications that would come along with them. It was only the protest of their dragons which drew them back. He had heard the shuffling of Vhagar as she seemed not keen on disrupting them but if the water touched her in the slightest he knew that she would become quite the cranky creature. A warrior to the end but she was quite particular, and he adored the beast for it. Hearing the giggle of Lianna it warmed his heart and Aemond chuckled gently with her. “Yes, I suppose we ought to move,” he admitted reluctantly as it brought him some coldness when she drew away. He stood and moved to follow her to a safer place but then reached out and grasped her hand gently. “Ride with me, it has been too long. Surely your mother will not miss your presence quite yet,” he tried to convince her wanting another few moments between the two of them.
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Aelin Stark
Solitude would not be present for eternity, the dark-haired woman of the North knew that all too well. Especially, when it came to those within the Red Keep. There was little time for solace when many wandered and engaged in idle gossip. Truthfully, this had been one of the few times she had been able to access the training grounds without judgment. Even then she was certain that the meagre amounts of servants rushing about would certainly relay some of what they had seen which would not cast her in a favourable light in league with the other nobles. Something she was not keen to hear the complaining of her aunt the following morning. Another shortcoming that would be thrust upon her. Not that she held particular care when it came to such aspects. If she were such an embarrassment in the ranks of this court then they could return her home and forget any notion of marrying her off.
Albeit, Aelin was reluctant to admit that the prince she had been determined to abhor on principle alone had seemed a decent person to engage in conversation and a bout of sparring. He did not treat her like some frail lady, but rather an opponent. Even if she was still quite burdened by the fact that he had won their little bout. Although, anyone would tell her that most would not have stood a chance against such a skilled warrior. The sentiment still stung bitterly and she refused to allow herself leniency on that particular topic. Listening intently as he described the bond between herself and her dire wolf to that shared by himself and his dragon, she permitted a thoughtful nod. “I can imagine it is similar, they are not like a horse, they are an extension of yourself. Ajax is as much a part of me as I am of him, our bond is beyond description,” many would not understand it, but the man before her might. She understood the sentiment of feeling what Ajax might be feeling. “Your bond with Ceraxes, you share emotions?” she asked with a great amount of intrigue.
It was odd to think that she held so many similarities with the man she had been so determined to detest. The Stark woman was stubborn in all regards. Never had she considered actually engaging in such a conversation, naturally, she would have thought that she would spurn the man if they had ever come into any sort of contact. Yet, he was right when he offered his insight into how things were in King’s Landing and the court here. “I shall hope to return home swiftly then, the politics here, they are not to my liking,” a small sigh escaped her full lips as she pondered the sentiment. Anything would be preferable to the backhanded attempts at conversation that so many immersed themselves in here.
Returning to the topic of Ajax, the mood of the willowy woman was lightened as it always was when it came to anything to do with her companion. The wolf had been by her side for many years since she was a youth and she did not want to see them parted. The wolf peered up at the rogue prince with the occasional swishing of his tale. “They are mighty beasts, few amongst my family have even claimed them. I was lucky to be the exception, along with my brother,” her aunt and father had not been so lucky to have a wolf pup of their own as of yet. “I do fear the day when Ajax grows old, but I aim to cherish the time we have together, to ensure we make the most of it,” a part of her even hoped not to have many years where they would be parted by death.
Alas, her blue eyes were filled with intrigue as Daemon spoke of the dragons and their seemingly infinite age. “I am glad that you need not be concerned with parting with Ceraxes, how old is he presently?” she merely hoped that there would be no war that threatened the dragons. The creatures sounded mighty, but since she had been here she had only been graced with seeing one briefly flying through the sky. Thus, she then hesitated before taking the moment to inquire. “Would I be permitted to see one? They sound like fascinating beasts, truly beautiful in their own right,” Ajax tilted his head as if understanding the question and wondering about the sanity of his mistress when it came to such a topic. Surely most would think her mad for wanting to be so close to a dragon but she yearned to see the mighty creatures up close and to truly understand them as she did her own wolf.
While the two conversed, Aelin almost forgot that she was supposed to be showing resentment to the prince. Even as the movement announced that they would not be able to linger here for too much longer before being discovered. His announcement caused her to raise a shaped brow at the inquiry. “Were you offering a tour, prince?” she asked him lightly with a bit of a smirk lingering on her lips for the time being. “I would not decline as I do believe escaping the nobility here to be a grand idea,” she stepped form and then put a hand on Ajax’s shoulder, petting the great creature gently. There was much that she desired to see about King’s Landing and none of it would be within the halls of the Keep.
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Aemond Targaryen
It was true that the young Targaryen prince would stand in defence of the lovely princess before him. Never would he let any harm come to her or anyone so much as cast disrespect in her direction. It seemed from the huff of his own dragon and Gaelithox that the mighty beasts shared the same sentiment in that regard. This further solidified his desires in that regard. Even if he knew that many would question the attachment that was shared between the two of them. They were from differing sides of the family and they would not be permitted to be together or even to be in the same proximity if some of their kin found out about these meetings. Alas, he knew that his own mother would not be so attentive. Alicent truly never wanted to be a mother in his opinion but had been thrust into the role of expectations as Queen. Then there had been the hope that she would bear children who Viserys would see as heir to the throne. Alas, this had never happened as even with male kin being brought into the threshold it seemed that Rhaenyra would always be the favourite. For his own mother, it showed the affection that her husband had held for his late wife, Aemma and how that did not extend to Alicent herself.
Nothing would change for the white-haired male, that much he knew but to hear the beauty with dark-brown eyes convey that she disagreed with the treatment he had received from their kin, that was enough to bring him true solace. He could live with the ire of the others, especially since he had indeed claimed Vhagar but if she were ever to look at him with resentment he did not know how he could possibly endure such a thing. Therefore, in that moment a part of him warmed from the shadows that he had always been cast into since his youth. From the moment they had tried to give him a pig instead of a dragon, there had been a deep bitterness breeding there into true resentment. “It is enough that you spare me the time of day, princess,” he told her and there was an odd gentleness to his tone that was not often present for the male.
Naturally, Aemond had taken a bit of a risk when he had admitted to his feelings and he wondered if what he had done was the very art of madness. Yet, there was hope when he noted that Lianna did not back away but she leaned into his touch. The first person in a long while that did not shun him or shy away from the intensity of his affections. Naturally, he had never experienced any emotions of the sort for anyone besides her. His own one good blue eye widened in response to how she agreed and mentioned that she would not reject him, that she held no qualms to the idea of his fondness. Yet, there was a terse smile when she conveyed that her mother certainly would. “It is my concern for the opinion of your mother that causes my hesitation,” he knew that he own parents would give their approval if needed. Yet, that meant little in the scheme of things when it came to her own familial unit, they still were at odds with the King himself for his choice of wife, his uncle being the only individual who had held back any sort of discord.
Even as they spoke on all of this, there was a large part of the lanky prince that yearned to simply throw caution to the wind and ask Lianna’s mother for her hand. Yet, it would be met with rejection with utmost certainty. His heart hammered with the need to explore these feelings and to have a partner that he cherished but he knew that their world was not so easy. Rather it was the opposite of such when their family was constantly at war with one another and a part of him wondered if this would become literal upon the passing of his father. Which he wondered if this would be soon, especially, as the health of the current regent was steadily declining even in the past few months. Yearning for something more than he could ever have when it came to the idea of marrying Lianna, the idea of the two of them being able to find happiness together.
The mood soon lightened and Aemond could not help but offer them both the needed ride upon their dragons, he had taken the hand of the woman who held his heart even if he could not openly disclose that aloud at the current time. As he could not deny the boyish grin that touched his features he ran in the direction of Vhagar although he was lacking the headstart as Lianna had gotten on Gaelithox and urged the dragon into the sky. As he settled into the saddle, there was a joy deep within his being as the air rushed through his lungs and he cried out. “Sovegon! (fly)” he uttered and his mighty dragon rushed into the air. He soon caught up with the other, glancing over at her as he took his own hands from his saddle held out his arms and took in the feeling of the air fully as managed to show off just a little bit. The bond he held with Vhagar had only grown throughout their years together.
Solitude would not be present for eternity, the dark-haired woman of the North knew that all too well. Especially, when it came to those within the Red Keep. There was little time for solace when many wandered and engaged in idle gossip. Truthfully, this had been one of the few times she had been able to access the training grounds without judgment. Even then she was certain that the meagre amounts of servants rushing about would certainly relay some of what they had seen which would not cast her in a favourable light in league with the other nobles. Something she was not keen to hear the complaining of her aunt the following morning. Another shortcoming that would be thrust upon her. Not that she held particular care when it came to such aspects. If she were such an embarrassment in the ranks of this court then they could return her home and forget any notion of marrying her off.
Albeit, Aelin was reluctant to admit that the prince she had been determined to abhor on principle alone had seemed a decent person to engage in conversation and a bout of sparring. He did not treat her like some frail lady, but rather an opponent. Even if she was still quite burdened by the fact that he had won their little bout. Although, anyone would tell her that most would not have stood a chance against such a skilled warrior. The sentiment still stung bitterly and she refused to allow herself leniency on that particular topic. Listening intently as he described the bond between herself and her dire wolf to that shared by himself and his dragon, she permitted a thoughtful nod. “I can imagine it is similar, they are not like a horse, they are an extension of yourself. Ajax is as much a part of me as I am of him, our bond is beyond description,” many would not understand it, but the man before her might. She understood the sentiment of feeling what Ajax might be feeling. “Your bond with Ceraxes, you share emotions?” she asked with a great amount of intrigue.
It was odd to think that she held so many similarities with the man she had been so determined to detest. The Stark woman was stubborn in all regards. Never had she considered actually engaging in such a conversation, naturally, she would have thought that she would spurn the man if they had ever come into any sort of contact. Yet, he was right when he offered his insight into how things were in King’s Landing and the court here. “I shall hope to return home swiftly then, the politics here, they are not to my liking,” a small sigh escaped her full lips as she pondered the sentiment. Anything would be preferable to the backhanded attempts at conversation that so many immersed themselves in here.
Returning to the topic of Ajax, the mood of the willowy woman was lightened as it always was when it came to anything to do with her companion. The wolf had been by her side for many years since she was a youth and she did not want to see them parted. The wolf peered up at the rogue prince with the occasional swishing of his tale. “They are mighty beasts, few amongst my family have even claimed them. I was lucky to be the exception, along with my brother,” her aunt and father had not been so lucky to have a wolf pup of their own as of yet. “I do fear the day when Ajax grows old, but I aim to cherish the time we have together, to ensure we make the most of it,” a part of her even hoped not to have many years where they would be parted by death.
Alas, her blue eyes were filled with intrigue as Daemon spoke of the dragons and their seemingly infinite age. “I am glad that you need not be concerned with parting with Ceraxes, how old is he presently?” she merely hoped that there would be no war that threatened the dragons. The creatures sounded mighty, but since she had been here she had only been graced with seeing one briefly flying through the sky. Thus, she then hesitated before taking the moment to inquire. “Would I be permitted to see one? They sound like fascinating beasts, truly beautiful in their own right,” Ajax tilted his head as if understanding the question and wondering about the sanity of his mistress when it came to such a topic. Surely most would think her mad for wanting to be so close to a dragon but she yearned to see the mighty creatures up close and to truly understand them as she did her own wolf.
While the two conversed, Aelin almost forgot that she was supposed to be showing resentment to the prince. Even as the movement announced that they would not be able to linger here for too much longer before being discovered. His announcement caused her to raise a shaped brow at the inquiry. “Were you offering a tour, prince?” she asked him lightly with a bit of a smirk lingering on her lips for the time being. “I would not decline as I do believe escaping the nobility here to be a grand idea,” she stepped form and then put a hand on Ajax’s shoulder, petting the great creature gently. There was much that she desired to see about King’s Landing and none of it would be within the halls of the Keep.
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Aemond Targaryen
It was true that the young Targaryen prince would stand in defence of the lovely princess before him. Never would he let any harm come to her or anyone so much as cast disrespect in her direction. It seemed from the huff of his own dragon and Gaelithox that the mighty beasts shared the same sentiment in that regard. This further solidified his desires in that regard. Even if he knew that many would question the attachment that was shared between the two of them. They were from differing sides of the family and they would not be permitted to be together or even to be in the same proximity if some of their kin found out about these meetings. Alas, he knew that his own mother would not be so attentive. Alicent truly never wanted to be a mother in his opinion but had been thrust into the role of expectations as Queen. Then there had been the hope that she would bear children who Viserys would see as heir to the throne. Alas, this had never happened as even with male kin being brought into the threshold it seemed that Rhaenyra would always be the favourite. For his own mother, it showed the affection that her husband had held for his late wife, Aemma and how that did not extend to Alicent herself.
Nothing would change for the white-haired male, that much he knew but to hear the beauty with dark-brown eyes convey that she disagreed with the treatment he had received from their kin, that was enough to bring him true solace. He could live with the ire of the others, especially since he had indeed claimed Vhagar but if she were ever to look at him with resentment he did not know how he could possibly endure such a thing. Therefore, in that moment a part of him warmed from the shadows that he had always been cast into since his youth. From the moment they had tried to give him a pig instead of a dragon, there had been a deep bitterness breeding there into true resentment. “It is enough that you spare me the time of day, princess,” he told her and there was an odd gentleness to his tone that was not often present for the male.
Naturally, Aemond had taken a bit of a risk when he had admitted to his feelings and he wondered if what he had done was the very art of madness. Yet, there was hope when he noted that Lianna did not back away but she leaned into his touch. The first person in a long while that did not shun him or shy away from the intensity of his affections. Naturally, he had never experienced any emotions of the sort for anyone besides her. His own one good blue eye widened in response to how she agreed and mentioned that she would not reject him, that she held no qualms to the idea of his fondness. Yet, there was a terse smile when she conveyed that her mother certainly would. “It is my concern for the opinion of your mother that causes my hesitation,” he knew that he own parents would give their approval if needed. Yet, that meant little in the scheme of things when it came to her own familial unit, they still were at odds with the King himself for his choice of wife, his uncle being the only individual who had held back any sort of discord.
Even as they spoke on all of this, there was a large part of the lanky prince that yearned to simply throw caution to the wind and ask Lianna’s mother for her hand. Yet, it would be met with rejection with utmost certainty. His heart hammered with the need to explore these feelings and to have a partner that he cherished but he knew that their world was not so easy. Rather it was the opposite of such when their family was constantly at war with one another and a part of him wondered if this would become literal upon the passing of his father. Which he wondered if this would be soon, especially, as the health of the current regent was steadily declining even in the past few months. Yearning for something more than he could ever have when it came to the idea of marrying Lianna, the idea of the two of them being able to find happiness together.
The mood soon lightened and Aemond could not help but offer them both the needed ride upon their dragons, he had taken the hand of the woman who held his heart even if he could not openly disclose that aloud at the current time. As he could not deny the boyish grin that touched his features he ran in the direction of Vhagar although he was lacking the headstart as Lianna had gotten on Gaelithox and urged the dragon into the sky. As he settled into the saddle, there was a joy deep within his being as the air rushed through his lungs and he cried out. “Sovegon! (fly)” he uttered and his mighty dragon rushed into the air. He soon caught up with the other, glancing over at her as he took his own hands from his saddle held out his arms and took in the feeling of the air fully as managed to show off just a little bit. The bond he held with Vhagar had only grown throughout their years together.
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