𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔'𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝟨 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

The gardens of Oldtown were a sight to behold, with trees and flower beds in all colors imaginable. Daemyra was walking with her brother Gwayne, taking in the scents and sights of the garden, enjoying the last moments of quiet before the chaos of her departure to King's Landing. "I'm going to miss this place."

"I know," Gwayne replied, his voice soft as they continued walking together. "I'm going to miss having you around every day." Daemyra thought back to all the memories they had shared in those gardens as children, running across the lawn, playing pranks on the gardeners, and sneaking snacks from the kitchen.

"Promise me you'll come visit me in King's Landing," she said, turning to look at her brother. "I know you hate the city, but I'll miss you too much if you don't come." Gwayne chuckled and nodded. "I'll come visit," he said. "But only if you promise not to get into trouble while you're there."

Daemyra held up her pinky and intertwined it with Gwayne's. "Promise," she said. "I'll be on my best behavior." They both laughed, knowing full well that Daemyra had a habit of getting into trouble, no matter where she was or who she was with. Daemyra knelt amongst the flowers and began picking a few of the prettiest ones, carefully choosing ones with bright colors and delicate petals. As she gathered them into a small bouquet, she smiled to herself, savoring the last moments of peace before her journey to King's Landing.

"I'm putting these on mother's grave." Gwayne nodded, understanding the significance of the gesture. Their mother had died giving birth to Daemyra, and her grave was a small, simple one in the nearby town cemetery. Daemyra had always felt a deep connection to her lost mother and would always visit her grave. She tied the flowers together with a bit of ribbon and held them carefully in her hands. They continued walking through the garden, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path.

Gwayne spoke up, breaking the silence. "I remember when you were little, you used to try and pick all the flowers in the garden. You were convinced you could make a flower crown out of every single one." Daemyra chuckled, the memory bringing back fond memories of her childhood. "I did try, didn't I?" she said, grinning. "I must have been a real nuisance to the gardeners."

"Oh, you were," Gwayne agreed with a smile. "They would be chasing you all over the garden, trying to stop you from ruining their hard work. But you were a determined little girl, that's for sure." They both laughed again, recalling the many times Daemyra had been caught red-handed, a handful of flowers in her hand and a sheepish look on her face. "You always did have a way of charming your way out of trouble though," Gwayne said. "You would flash those big green eyes at them, and they would let you off with just a scolding."

Daemyra grinned. "What can I say? I've always had a way with people," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held up the flowers in her hand. "I'm sure the gardeners can forgive me for taking these. After all, they're going to a good cause."

"I suppose you're right," Gwayne said, smiling at her. "And I have no doubt the gardeners will be relieved to have some peace in the garden for a while, now that you'll be far away in King's Landing." She gently nudged him playfully with her elbow. "You just wait. I'll have the whole city charmed within a week," she said, grinning.

The small plot of land was well-tended, with freshly cut grass and a simple headstone marking her grave. Daemyra knelt before the headstone, placing the flowers in front of it and gently smoothing the petals. Gwayne stood quiet behind her, watching as she paid her respects. Daemyra traced a finger over the inscription on the headstone, the letters familiar to her by now. She felt a pang of sorrow as she thought of the mother she had never known, the woman who had given her life. But she also felt a sense of connection, a feeling of closeness to her through this simple act of leaving flowers.

"Do you think she'll notice my absence here?" Gwayne knelt next to Daemyra, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I like to think that no matter where we are, she's watching over us," he said softly. "I'm sure she's watching you right now, proud of the young woman you've become. And I bet she's giving you a good scolding for even asking that question," he added, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "She would be happy to see you living your life and making something of yourself, even if it means leaving Oldtown for King's Landing."

Daemyra smiled at her brother's words, his reassurance helping to ease her worries about leaving Oldtown. She knew he was right, that their mother would want her to seek out her own path and make something of her life. She looked down at the headstone again, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "You're right," she said finally, her voice soft. "She would be proud of me. I just hope I can make her proud in King's Landing too."

Gwayne nodded, giving her shoulder another squeeze. "You will. You have a kind heart, a strong spirit, and a stubborn determination. You'll do great things in King's Landing. I do not doubt that." Daemyra leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers, then touched them to the gravestone, a silent goodbye. Gwayne watched her quietly, understanding the depth of her emotions without her needing to say a word.

She sat back on her heels, looking down at the grave for a moment as if trying to imprint every detail into her memory. Then she turned to her brother, offering him a small smile. "I'm ready to go now," she said quietly, standing up and brushing off her dress. Gwayne nodded and stood up as well, offering his arm to her.

As they approached Meraxes, the enormous dragon lifted its head at their approach, its golden eyes watching them closely. The dragon was a magnificent sight, its scales shimmering in the fading sunlight and its wings folding and unfolding like the sails of a ship. Daemyra let go of Gwayne's arm and approached Meraxes, placing a gentle hand on its enormous snout. The dragon nuzzled into her touch, a low rumble coming from deep within its throat.

Gwayne watched as his sister interacted with her dragon, marveling at the bond they shared. He had always been a little intimidated by Meraxes, the sheer size of the dragon and its fearsome reputation making him a bit apprehensive. But he couldn't deny the connection between Daemyra and her dragon, the way they seemed to understand each other on some deeper level. It was almost like they were cut from the same cloth, their personalities complementing each other perfectly.

Daemyra turned back to Gwayne and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. She felt a wave of emotion wash over her at the thought of leaving him behind, her closest family and friend. "You'll be fine, you know?" he said, gently rubbing her back. "You're braver and smarter than you think. You have Meraxes. You're going to do great things in King's Landing."

Gwayne bent down and gently kissed her hair, feeling a lump form in his throat. It was hard to let her go, knowing he wouldn't see her every day like he was used to. He took a deep breath and pulled away slightly, looking down at her face. "You better write to me every day," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "I want to know all the gossip from the court. And make sure you're eating enough. No more skipping meals like you used to."

Daemyra raised herself on her toes and cupped his face in her hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. She could see the emotion in his eyes and knew he was struggling to let her go just as much as she was. "I'll miss you," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Every day. But I promise I'll write to you every week, at least."

Daemyra gave her brother's hand one last squeeze before turning back to Meraxes. With a deep breath, she climbed onto the dragon's back, feeling the familiar weight of the saddle under her. The dragon shifted beneath her, sensing her emotions and ready to take off. She took hold of the reins and gave one last wave to Gwayne.

"I love you, brother," she called out to him, her voice carrying across the distance between them. Gwayne clenched his jaw, trying to keep his emotions in check. He raised a hand in response, watching as his sister secured herself on the dragon's back.

With a powerful beat of its wings, Meraxes lifted into the air, its muscles rippling beneath Daemyra as the dragon gained altitude. She held tightly to the reins, feeling the wind in her hair and the thrill of flying rushing through her veins. She turned her head to look back at Oldtown one last time, seeing the city getting smaller and smaller. A pang of homesickness and longing hit her, but she quickly shook it off, focusing on the journey ahead.

The city soon faded from view, and all she could see was the vast expanse below her. The world stretched out like a canvas waiting to be painted. She took a deep breath and set her sights on King's Landing. The flight was long and tiring, but Daemyra loved every second of it. She felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration flying over the landscape, the wind in her face and the sun on her back.

Daemyra's stomach fluttered as she saw the Red Keep looming ahead. The ancient fortress looked almost intimidating, its red walls and towers casting long shadows over the city. She directed Meraxes to land in the courtyard, the dragon's scales rustling as she touched down on the cobblestones. The royal family was there to greet her, their expressions varying from curious to reserved. Helaena, Aegon, Alicent, Aemond, and Otto stood in a row, waiting for her to dismount from her dragon.

Without hesitation, Daemyra rushed towards Aemond and leaped into his arms, feeling the familiar comfort of his embrace. Aemond caught her easily. His strong arms wrapped around her waist to hold her up. She buried her face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her ear. The tension and nerves she felt on the flight suddenly melted away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment that only Aemond could bring her.

Daemyra pulled back slightly and showered Aemond's face with kisses, her lips trailing over his cheeks, forehead, eyelids, and nose, lingering on each spot for just a moment. She could feel the strength and solidity of his body and the rough texture of his scars under her touch.

She pressed her forehead against his, their breath mingling as they stood in the courtyard, wrapped in each other's arms. It was as if time stood still for them, the hustle and bustle of the castle around them fading away. She could feel the eyes of the royal family on them, but she didn't care. Right now, the only thing that mattered was being reunited with her betrothed and feeling the safety and security of his embrace.

"I've missed you." Aemond tightened his arms around her, pulling her even closer. His voice was low and rough in her ear, a mixture of relief and pleasure at having her back. "I've missed you too," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You have no idea how much. I was starting to think you'd never return," he said, a hint of playful teasing in his voice. "I was this close to flying to Oldtown myself and dragging you back here."

Daemyra gave him a small grin, feeling a rush of affection for his familiar banter. "Oh, were you now?" she said, putting on a mock-innocent tone. "I bet you were just counting the days until I was back to torment you again." His words made her laugh, the sound warm and familiar to him. She leaned into his touch, feeling the rough callouses of his fingers against her skin. "As much as I would love to see that," she replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "I think Meraxes would have objected heavily to that plan."

Aemond chuckled, a rare smile blossoming on his face. "True. I doubt she would have appreciated me trying to steal you away from her." He brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead, his touch gentle. Aemond's heart ached at the sight of her smile, the pure joy and affection radiating from her face. He had missed her more than he ever thought possible, his days and nights spent without her passing slowly. Feeling her in his arms again felt like a weight had been lifted, a part of him that he didn't even know was missing was now restored.

He leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against hers, relishing the closeness and intimacy. The thought of being apart from her again was unbearable, but for now, all he wanted was to hold her close and enjoy the moment. The sound of Otto's cough broke the moment, reminding them that they were not alone. Daemyra reluctantly turned her head to look at her father, still in Aemond's arms. His expression was stoic as ever, but she could detect a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

She gently untangled herself from Aemond, though she kept ahold of his hand as she faced her father. "Father," she said, her voice polite but with an edge of defiance. "It's good to see you." Otto's stern expression softened slightly at the gentle kiss on his cheek, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He gruffly muttered a greeting to his daughter, his free hand raising to pat her head softly.

It was a rare moment of affection from Otto, who wasn't known for being the touchy-feely type. Daemyra knew better than to expect a big display of emotion from her father, but she also knew that deep down, he cared for her in his stoic way. "You're getting older. I can see your grey hairs." Despite the light jab, Otto couldn't help but chuckle at his daughter's comment. "And you're as cheeky as ever," he replied, his tone gruff but not as hard as usual. "Watch yourself, young lady, or I'll start calling on the Silent Sisters to take you away."

Daemyra grinned in response, knowing all too well that her father's threat was an empty one. She loved getting a rise out of her father, especially now that she was old enough to truly push his buttons. "You're not getting rid of me that easily," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "And I hear grey hair is all the rage these days, anyway."

Otto just rolled his eyes at her comment, but she could see the hint of a smile on his face. It was rare for them to banter so light-heartedly, but in moments like these, she caught a glimpse of the man beneath the stern exterior. She gave her father's hand a final squeeze before releasing it and turning back to Aemond, her grin widening as she took in his expression. He was watching the interaction between her and Otto with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"Can you show me where my chambers are?" Aemond nodded wordlessly and gently took her hand in his, the contact between their skin electric. He led her through the vast corridors of the Red Keep, guiding her toward the wing where the Targaryen family resided. Servants and courtiers politely stepped out of their way as they walked, their gazes following the young couple with a mixture of interest and awe. Aemond ignored them all, focused solely on the task of escorting Daemyra to her new chambers.

They finally reached a set of heavy oak doors guarded by two Targaryen soldiers. Aemond held the door open for Daemyra, gesturing for her to step inside. He followed closely behind her, the doors closing with a soft thud behind them. "Fancy."

Aemond chuckled at her comment as they entered the room. The royal quarters were indeed opulent, the walls paneled in rich dark wood and the floor covered in a thick carpet. A large four-poster bed stood in the center of the room. Its silk curtains pulled back to reveal the soft linens beneath. A fire crackled in the stone fireplace, casting the room in a warm glow. Windows that ran the length of one wall looked out onto a small courtyard below, letting in a soft breeze and the sounds of the city beyond.

Aemond walked further into the room, his gaze roaming over the furnishings before returning to Daemyra. "You like it?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "It's beautiful," she replied, turning in a slow circle to take in the entire space. She reached out to touch the silk bed curtains, feeling the smoothness of the fabric between her fingers. "But when we marry I wish to share chambers with you."

Aemond's heart leaped at her words, a mixture of surprise and pleasure washing over him. He hadn't expected her to bring up their marriage so soon, but the thought of sharing a room with her every night thrilled him. "You don't want your own space?" he teased, arching an eyebrow at her. "I want to wake up next to you every morning," she replied without hesitation. "I want to fall asleep with your arms around me every night. Why would I ever want my own space when I can have yours?"

Aemond couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face at her words, his heart swelling with affection. He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," he said, his voice low and rough. "Sharing chambers with me means putting up with my morning grumpiness. And my tendency to hog the blankets."

"I can handle it," she said, returning his embrace and resting her head against his chest. "And if I feel like you're being too much of a grump, I'll just snuggle up to you even more. Eventually, you'll cave."

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