"Your faithless love is the only hoax I believe in."
In which Princess Saera Velaryon falls in love with the fearful One-Eyed Prince.
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*AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEMALE OC*
*TW: VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ACTS, PROFANITY, OBSESSION, POSSESIVENESS, MANIPULATION, CO...
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Ivy - Taylor Swift
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Saera could not sleep that night. It wasn't surprising though, as Aemond plagued her mind for all of the afternoon after Daeron left— and when night time came, all she could do was thrash in her bed. So naturally the next morning Saera woke up and got ready for her day, though instead of breaking her fast in the gardens with Allan like always— she took to the training yard where she knew Aemond would be.
She was right, of course. The Prince was training top of the morning with Criston Cole like he usually did. Saera watched from the balcony as Aemond sparred with Cole, watched as he swung his sword in a merciless and perfectly executed manner. Saera watched him for many minutes on end, and soon she grew bored of watching him train— so she sauntered down to the yard.
"Uncle!" Saera would call to try and interrupt his sparring.
Criston instantly stopped his efforts on Aemond, turning to Saera with a frown on his face. Aemond did the same, everyone in the courtyard was quite confused as to why she had just pranced into training to interrupt it. "Yes?" Aemond asked slowly, his breathing ragged as just seconds before he was swinging a sword against Cole.
"May we speak?" Saera asked. She could not delay this any further. A frown adorned Aemond's face, "I am training, Saera. Tis not obvious?" he asked her.
"Well okay, but I really need to speak to you." She pressed, hoping he would understand what she wanted to talk about.
Criston then chirped in, "Princess, mayhaps you two can speak after the prince's training, yes?" he offered, his voice was kind and soft. The voice he always used when talking to her. Saera shook her head, "No! It's urgent!" she exasperated.
Aemond could only smirk at her nature, "What could be so urgent that it would make me stop my training midway?" he asked her, twirling his sword in his hand absentmindedly. Saera gulped, that was very attractive. "Uh..." She looked around the yard, trying to make up an excuse— the eyes of unforgiving judgeful nobles and knights all on her.
Saera clicked her tongue and sighed, "I was reading a Valyrian passage and couldn't figure it out. I need your expertise in translation." she lied.
Aemond chuckled, "Oh really? That is more important than my training?" he questioned with a raised brow, his one eye glazing over her fram3 quickly. He wanted her to grovel, especially after she had left him standing when he poured out his feelings for her the day before.
"Yep." Saera popped the p, eagerly looking at Aemond and trying to urge him to follow her with her eyes, but he was not budging— much to her dismay.
