Song: Ellie Goulding - still falling for you.

Imagine; You've always been a little different.

Warnings: fluff, tournament, you being badass. Slight angst.

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A tournament for your brothers first name day, that's what they requested, a boring tournament to celebrate a babe not even old enough to remember the damn thing. So why would you sit by the sidelines when you can easily overpower your betrothed, perhaps it will take his ego down a notch.

'Nobody willing to challenge me?' Aemond, your betrothed gloats with his arms spread.

It makes you smile. Most are bothered by his ego and cockiness, but you enjoy it from time to time.

'We have a challenger!' The announcer yells, effectively silencing everyone.

'And who is this challenger you speak of?' He asks.

The crowd starts cheering the second you step out of the shadows, holding the Valerian steel blade he gifted to you to get your affection.

A smirk forms on his face the second he spots the sword. He whistles lowly as you saunter over to the fighting area.

You look up to your family sitting there with wide eyes and open mouths, well everyone except your father. He's holding this amused look in his eyes, he doesn't show it but he is loving this.

'You can still back out, Issa rūklon..' he circles around you while you mirror his movement. 'Now why would i do that, Issa zaldrīzes..'

His hand goes up over his heart while he tsk's at you making you roll your eyes. 'And using the blade I gifted you...you truly hurt me..'

'You will get over it eventually...'

'Prince Aemond Targaryen.. do you accept Princess Y/n Targaryen's challenge?'

'I accept...'

'Very well...' he steps back letting you and Aemond get ready for the fight about to ensue.

'This is outrageous! We cannot allow this!' Alicent complains to Viserys. 'It is all in good spirits.. let them..'

'One of Rhaenyra's children has already harmed him, I do not need another incident! Put a stop to this or I will!'

'You will do no such thing... he agreed, those are the rules..' Daemon shuts up Alicent, getting an icy glare from her.

'Can we have one nice family gathering?! Just the one?' Viserys grumbles as he sinks further into his seat.

He has to admit that he sees a lot from Daemon back in his granddaughter. It amuses him and also gives him a sense of nostalgia, with Daemon and Rhaenyra living on Dragonstone, his granddaughter brings back those fond old memories he has of his brother.

He watches you block every advance of Aemond, you're graceful with your fighting, but ruthless nonetheless. It's a beautiful technique undoubtedly taught by your father.

He knows his son is good, but his granddaughter is practically unbeatable, it's something Aemond knew all too well before accepting the challenge, but how could he deny his fiancé this pleasure? You get bored easily, sitting with the other spectators, and if he's honest, he would do anything to make you happy.

You knock him down into the dirt, his back colliding with the earth with an unladylike thud. He wheezes out trying to get up, you're quicker however. You hold down his arms with your knees as you lightly press the sword against his neck. 'Yield...' you command him.

'She will kill him!' Alicent once again breaks the silent with the family and as the argument breaks out, all you can do is look down at Aemond.

'Yield, Issa zaldrīzes, and I will make it up to you...' you whisper the last part with a smirk on your face.

'Then what choice do I have, Issa rūklon, I YIELD!' He yells making the crowd burst out in cheers and claps.

You swiftly get up and pull him up with you. 'Well played, my princess..' he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips.

'I should really train more of you figured I was playing a game..'

He pulls you closer making you squeal out. His arms make their way around your body as he tugs you impossibly closer.

'I could never underestimate you, you know this...'

'Mhmm' you hum. 'Good...now lets make it back to the spectators we call family...'

'How long do you think they will argue for?'

'Our family never truly stops...' you chuckle as you take his hand to guide him toward your still arguing family.

Daemon is the only one looking at you, he gives you an assuring and proud nod. You nod back to show him you understood.

You sit down in your assigned seat and Aemond takes place next to you. The rest of the tournament is spend there, the restlessness gone from your body as you're holding his hand.