Fierce, strong, unyielding, untamable. These words the realm whispers when they speak of the youngest daughter of the Seasnake. But when describing his youngest son only one word is needed: greenseer. House Velaryon has a difficult history with the...
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Aemond stood with his siblings and mother at the base of the dais before the court. Behind them was the Iron Throne, it's aura of power radiated like a cold wave throughout the room. Before the seat of highest power stood his grandsire waiting for the court to file in and settle down before he began the proceedings.
All was typical business, with the exception of Rhaenyra's presence, although the topic to be discussed seemed to be giving the gossipers more to chatter about in the background.
More people filed in through the large doors directly across from him, but even if he had been mixed into the crowd he still would have noticed when Maela arrived. Her hair not only announced her but the dress she wore also stuck out. It was a deep shade of red with no straps or collar whatsoever. There was darker burgundy ribbing in the bodice that ended where the floor length skirt began. At the hollow of her throat there was a gold broach, and from it extended more gold that swooped down and over her upper arms giving the illusion of off the shoulder straps. Also attached to the broach was a long red scarf. It covered her collarbones before it draped over her shoulders and down her back. Her hair was pulled into two thin braids on either side of her head, but the rest left in it's perfect big curls that cascaded down her back.
She was stunning.
Until she neared and he saw her face.
Her lips were red to match the gown but the lower one kept getting frequently pulled by her teeth as she gnawed nervously. She also had her scarred arm held at an awkward angle behind her, like she was hoping the fabric of the skirt might hide it. She walked uneasily, like she thought she might be doing it wrong. Aemond had not seen her look so uncomfortable since her mother's funeral, when she was just a little girl getting pitiful looks across the terrace as people whispered about her. Thankfully this time the crowd seemed too engrossed in their gossip, though he noticed some eyes did turn to her, hesitated, then bowed in respect. Maela's opposite hand kept going to her neck, before dropping back to her side. It was then he noticed she was not wearing the dragon eggshell pendant he had gifted her. For the first time in years. And she seemed to be looking for it now when she needed strength.
