want to kiss her cheeks, hug her so tight and tell her she's the prettiest ever and i love her so much!! need to sit down with her on a blanket in the grass and let her tell me all about bugs and chickens!! i will make her so happy!!
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Tags: Family drama, royal politics, romance, platonic fluff, angst, lots of tention (good and bad), protective Aemond, protective Rhaenyra, found family
Warnings: An attempted SA in part III, mentions of parent death during childbirth, parental abuse, canon violence, Aegon being a creep, canon swearing, a little bit of light smut later down the line but nothing too nsfw.
Summary: Elisana's father brings her with him to King's Landing when he's summoned by the Queen to discuss a rebellion in his territories. Her and Prince Aemond begin to fall for each other but family secrets begin to surface and it creates a tense situation between her house and house Targaryen.
Part I | Part III | Part IV
She followed Aemond through back passageways they used as children to evade their parents, corner after corner, covertly weaving through darkness and dim torchlight.
They reached a room that was so dark she could barely see but she did see Aemond open a door she had never known was there.
"We're leaving the castle?" She whispered.
"Are you afraid?" He asked, sounding almost like a challenge.
She smiled a little. "No."
He smirked and let her go through first, closing the door quietly behind them.
They travelled through more dark passageways until, through the final door, she saw the whole of King's Landing, still alive despite the hour.
The warm torch lights that scattered the city glowed brightly beneath the cool moon that shone above and Elisa continued to follow Aemond to their unknown destination. At first the thought he was raking her into town, which made her a little nervous, but when they turned yet another corner she eased a little.
There was a small wooden door on the outside of the castle walls that she realised lead into one of the towers. She followed him through the door and up the spiral staircase until they came to the very top of the tower.
It was a large, flat area that stood overlooking almost a 360° view of the city.
It was then that Aemond took off his cloak to reveal he had two swords, and he threw one to her.
She caught it, it snapping her out of her awe of the view.
Aemond drew his sword, and she hesitated, a little confused.
As she unsheathed it he came at her, three strong strikes in succession, she blocked every one.
"Good." He said. "But it could be better. Again."
They copied the same strikes and she dealt a lot better now that she was prepared.
She unclasped her cloak and it fell to the ground.
"Attack me."
She used the same three strikes against him.
"Bend your knees, you're as stiff as a dead goat. Again!"
She struck him again, this time following his instruction, despite his comments.
They stood, swords together, the moonlight gleaming off of the polished blades.
"Good." He said, that signature smirk on his face. "Now, parry."
He moved to strike, but she diverted his blade away from her and quickly turned to face him.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked him, sword still raised.
He struck her twice more.
"You want to fight?" He said.
She nodded.
"Then I'll help you."
"But why?"
"Because, woman or not, everyone deserves to fight."
A glint of admiration flickered in her eyes as they stood above the city. He truly had grown up.
They copied the same moves at least another four times before moving onto a new set, and then another, and then another, until the sun had begun to rise above the ocean.
She was so tired the next morning that she could barely stay awake while playing with Helaena and her children.
"You look exhausted." Helaena noted.
"I couldn't sleep last night."
"You need to tame the beast."
She had no idea what she was talking about, as with a lot of things Helaena says, but she appreciated the sentiment, too tired to try to make sense of it.
"Are you really ok?" She asked.
Elisa's eyes dropped to the floor and she handed Maelor another wooden block for the little tower he was building.
"My father is...difficult." Elisa sighed. "Hopefully there'll be some miracle and I'll be rid of him."
"You could come and live with us here in the palace?"
"I would greatly like to be able to spend more time with you." She smiled. "But I'm not sure my father would agree to it."
"It's worth the ask."
"I'm not sure I can ask him anything after yesterday. I fear his temper is still too high."
Helaena placed a hand on yours and smiled warmly. "You can stay here as long as you like."
Elisa held her hand. "I don't know what I would do without your friendship, Helaena."
It was slowly approaching sunset when she decided to sit in the gardens for a while. Her head was full of decisions and questions, and she needed some peace.
The sun was warn on her back and it calmed her immensely. This type of sun wasn't common back home and she wanted to make the most of it.
She thought of last night and the training she did. It was draining. She didn't know if she could do that again and be able to remain conscious the next day. She did, however, find herself wishing to spend more time with Prince Aemond.
He was a man of few words if he didn't have anything of worth to say, but he was one of few people she felt comfortable around despite his sometimes cold exterior. After last night, she supposed it was because she knew now that he was on her side, and his willingness to help her train gave her a new admiration for him.
Then her mind began to wander to his gracefulness with the blade and his piercing eye that could reach down to the farthest reaches of her soul if she let him. That eye of a beautiful sea foam green
She shifted where she sat and snapped herself out of it. She couldn't let herself entertain such thoughts.
Suddenly, she heard a bereft groan from behind her. She spun around in her seat and saw Aegon stirring in the bushes, clearly having just woken up from a drunken sleep.
"Aegon, what on earth are you doing here?"
"Oh, Elisa." He winced, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. "I may have had one too many pints."
"My name is Lady Elisana. Go and find your mother before she sends the guards out looking for you."
He propped himself up on one elbow. "You want to be rid of me so soon?"
She rolled her eyes and turned back around.
He stumbled to his feet and brushed the leaves from his tunic. "You could have been with me last night." He jeered, leaning toward her.
"I could also have been puking in my chambers, which would have been vastly more interesting."
"When did you become such a brick?" He replied. "You used to giggle at my advances."
"I grew up and realised that you're vile."
"You wouldn't think so if you sucked my cock."
"I would rather cut off my head than give you any." She scorned.
"My idiot brother annoying you Elisa?" Came Aemond's voice from beside them.
She didn't hear his footsteps at all.
"Oh look, it's the twat." Aegon groaned.
Elisa stood up, intending to leave, her peace clearly disturbed.
"Why don't you loosen up and we can take her together, hm?" Aegon continued. "She seems like the type to enjoy that."
Her face changed immediately at that comment and she back-handed him across the face, hard.
He grabbed her arm, but almost immediately, a blade appeared at Aegon's throat.
With a pause and a smile of contempt, he let go of her and Aemond stepped forward, pushing Aegon back with the tip of his sword.
"Fuck. Off." He said. Slow and raspy, like a snarl.
Aegon glared at his brother and glanced back at Elisa briefly before accepting defeat and sauntering away.
Aemond put away his sword and turned to her. "Are you alright?"
"Fine." She replied, both greatful and annoyed that he intervened. She wanted to do a lot more to Aegon that just slap him. "Your brothers a cunt."
He chuckled, not having heard such words from her before. "Yes he is."
"Next time I'll stab him in the neck and save you the trouble."
"I look forward to it." He smirked.
Elisa chuckled, seeing his expression. "You find me amusing?"
"I find your fire refreshing."
She felt herself blush slightly and brushed some dirt from her skirts in the hopes that he wouldn't notice. "My father would say otherwise."
"Your fathers a cunt."
She laughed. Aemond smiled at the sound, he hadn't heard it in a long time.
"You know, I have fond memories of our childhood, despite you boys being so obnoxious."
"Like the time you filled my boots with mud?"
"You remember that?"
"Mm." He replied.
"The mud was Aegon's idea, I only did it because he didn't have the balls."
Aemond huffed amusedly.
Across the garden, Alicent sat with her daughter as they embroidered and heard Elisa's laugh from a length away. She looked up and was just out of earshot of the conversation, but she saw the way they smiled at each other as they talked and she watched with an expression that could only be described as contentment. She rememebred how he looked at the Lady Elisa at dinner the night before and couldn't help but smile.
