Tower Cells, the Red Keep
Early 133 AC
Elaera casually entered the tower cell, Ser Arryk at her side as always.
"Bitch." Aemond spat, standing up.
"Do not speak to the Princess Hand like that." Arryk snarled.
"I came to ask you a few questions." the lilac eyed princess said calmly.
"And if I don't comply?" the thirdborn child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower huffed.
"Then you're not going to fly for the rest of your life, and Vhagar will be getting a new rider once your bond with her dies." Elaera said cheerfully.
"Maekar will be mad at you if you do it." Aemond said. His nephew had to love him back, surely?
"Maekar doesn't care that you love him, he already has a lover."
"He has no love for Adrianna Celtigar." Aemond said, fists clenching.
"He does love Ethan Baratheon, and if men were allowed to marry men I would approve the marriage." the Silver Princess calmly said.
Aemond felt his heart shattered in two. "What do you want?"
"What is the best way to attack Oldtown?" Elaera drawled, her eyes on Aemond.
That is today's chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it.
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