𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Scolded

King Viserys Targaryen sat on his throne, his face twisted in anger. He heard about what happened between Aemond and Viserys. Despite his sickness, he knew he had to deal with them.

Before him stood his son and nephew, Aemond and Maegor, both looking down at the floor in shame.

"Explain to me," the king said, his voice low and dangerous, "why you thought it was a good idea to engage in a duel, risking not only your own lives but the stability of the realm?"

Aemond spoke up first, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your Grace, we were merely settling a dispute between us. It was a private matter, and we did not intend to involve anyone else."

King Viserys snorted in derision. "A private matter? You are both members of the royal family, and your actions reflect not just on yourselves but on the entire Targaryen dynasty. You have shamed us all with your foolishness!"

Maegor spoke up next, his tone defensive. "Your Grace, we are both skilled fighters. It was a fair fight, and we took all the necessary precautions to ensure our safety."

"Fair fight?" the king thundered. "There is no such thing as a fair fight when it comes to members of the royal family. Your actions have put the stability of the realm at risk. What if one of you had been killed? What if your supporters had risen up against each other? The consequences could have been disastrous."

The two princes looked at each other in shame, realizing the gravity of their actions. King Viserys stood up from his throne, his eyes flashing with anger.

"I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from members of my family. From now on, you will both be closely watched, and any further indiscretions will be dealt with severely."

With that, the king dismissed Aemond and Maegor, who left the throne room with their heads bowed. King Viserys sat back down on his throne, his anger slowly dissipating as he contemplated the consequences of their actions. He knew that he would have to keep a close eye on his family for the good of the realm.

Aemond walked into his chambers to find Daenera sitting in his favorite reading chair, a book open in her lap and Shira laying at her feet fast asleep.

She was so engrossed in the book that she didn't even notice him enter the room.

"Aemond," she gasped when she finally looked up and saw him standing there. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

Aemond shook his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "It's all right, Daenera," he said. "You're not intruding. What book are you reading?"

Daenera held up the book so he could see the cover. "It's called 'The Art of War'," she said. "I found it in your library, and I couldn't resist."

Aemond's smile widened. "Ah, yes," he said. "That's one of my favorites. May I join you?"

Daenera nodded eagerly, scooting over in the chair to make room for him. Aemond sat down next to her and took the book from her hands, flipping to the page where she had left off.

Together, they read in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment as he read, knowing that Daenera was there with him, sharing in something that he loved so much.

When they finished the book, they sat in silence for a few moments, savoring the words they had just read. Finally, Aemond turned to Daenera and spoke.

"You know, Daenera," he said. "I'm glad you found this book. It's been a long time since I've read it, and it's reminded me of some things that I had forgotten."

Daenerys smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What kinds of things?" she asked.

"Things about strategy," he said. "About how to win battles, both on and off the battlefield. It's reminded me that sometimes, the greatest victories come not from brute force but from cunning and guile."

Daenerys nodded thoughtfully, taking in his words. "I see," she said. "It's important to be smart, not just strong."

Aemond smiled at her. "Exactly," he said. "And I think you have the potential to be both."

She smiled at him and slipped her hand in his. "I heard you had an audience with your father." She said.

Aemond tensed at the mention of Viserys.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

"It's complicated." He answered.

"I'm all ears."

"He was never really there for me he was always too busy with his duties as king to spend time with me. I grew up feeling like I was nothing more than a burden to him."

Daenera listened intently as Aemond continued to open up about his father's neglect. He spoke of the times he had tried to get his father's attention, only to be brushed aside, and of the feelings of loneliness and isolation that had plagued him throughout his childhood.

"It's hard to admit it," Aemond said. "But sometimes I feel like I don't even know him. Like he's a stranger to me."

Daenera wrapped her arms around Aemond, holding him close. "I'm sorry," she said. "No one should ever have to feel that way."

Aemond cleared his throat. "What about you? Are there any scarring moments you'd like to share?" But she shook her head no. Shira left the room, leaving only the two alone.

For a moment, they simply sat there, lost in each other's gaze. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them sitting there, alone together.

Finally, Aemond reached out and took Daenera's hand, pulling her gently towards him. She leaned forward willingly, her heart racing with anticipation.

Without a word, Aemond leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss at first, a simple meeting of their lips.

But as they kissed, their passion grew, their bodies pressing against each other as they lost themselves in the moment.

Daenera wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a warmth spread through her body.

Finally, they pulled apart, their lips still tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Aemond got up immediately, but Daenera grabbed his hand and stood up.

"Please." She said softly.

"Please, what?" He asked.

"Don't stop."