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The corridors of the Red Keep were silent that early morning. The distant sound of rain beating against the stone windows was the only thing breaking the emptiness.
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Daella Velaryon walked briskly after the banquet, holding her dress to avoid tripping, when she turned a corner and almost collided with someone.
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Or rather, with him. Aemond Targaryen. Dressed in black, with silver hair falling over his shoulders and that cold expression that made most people lower their eyes immediately.
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"You should pay more attention to where you're going, Lady Velaryon,"
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he said, his voice low and sharp. Daella slowly raised her gaze. She noticed the eyepatch, the hidden scar, the rigid way he held his hands behind his back. But unlike the others, she felt no pity. Only curiosity.
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" Perhaps the prince is taking up too much space in the corridor."
His eyes narrowed slightly, surprised by the answer. Any lady of the court would apologize. Daella wouldn't. And Aemond found that irritatingly interesting.
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"You don't seem afraid of me,"
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he commented, taking a step closer.
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"Should I?"
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For a moment, the silence grew heavy between them. The sound of the rain seemed louder now. Aemond watched her as if trying to understand her. Daella held his gaze without flinching, even though she felt her heart race.
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She had never been so close to him before. There was something dangerous about Aemond Targaryen. Something cruel, intense, but also lonely.
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"People usually avoid my gaze,"
he said. Daella tilted her head slightly.
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"Perhaps because you look like you want to start a war."
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A crooked smile appeared on his lips for the first time. Small. Almost invisible. But real. And that made Daella completely lose her train of thought for a few seconds. Aemond noticed. Of course he noticed.
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"Careful, Lady Velaryon,"
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he murmured, passing her slowly.
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"Dragons often set fire to what they touch."
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Daella watched him disappear down the dark corridor, feeling her own face grow hot. And for the first time in a long time, Aemond Targaryen left a hall thinking of someone other than himself.
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admin βs note :: It's my first fanfic here on Tumblr and I don't know how to actually post it. This fanfic follows Daella Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon, younger sister of Laena and Laenor, who dreams of finding someone who truly loves her, and on the other hand, Aemond Targaryen, son of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen. (If you like it, I'll bring the second part)
Made by me ! @β.ladytargaryen on tiktok.
