For almost her entire life, Daella Targaryen has lived as Mellara Rivers, the bastard daughter of Arnold Arryn and cupbearer of Lady Jeyne Arryn. First and trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daella had but slight contact with her fami...
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T W E N T Y - F O U R
I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daella stared out her eyes as she and Aemond moved through the masses on the streets and she was barely able to keep up with the man in front of her. She passed men and women with paint on their faces, dancing in circles around each other, as well as a man leading a colony of geese through the streets, whistling to set the pace. Daella reached out, giving one of the geese a pet on his feathery soft head and chuckling as the bird quaked at her in approval. Looking up again, she realised that Aemond had already continued, and she gathered her skirts to run in his direction.
Though she was amazed by everything she saw, Aemond didn't look the least bit impressed, moving like a man on a mission. Daella stared at his back, wondering how in Seven Heavens she had gotten herself into this situation. Only two moons back she could have stabbed his eyes out at the slightest comment, and though she still felt that urge every now and then, she was now walking the streets of Kingslanding with him in secret. She knew she might as well get used to it, because soon enough they would be married and she would have to spend every other moment in his presence. The thought made her stomach do a little flip and quickly pushing the feelings away, she put all her focus on keeping up with Aemond.
When they had crossed a couple of streets, finally coming to a calmer intersection, Aemond looked over his shoulder, his violet eye obviously searching for her. Daella resisted the urge to let out a witty comment about how he could have lost her five streets back without noticing, and raised her hand to stand out from the crowd. As soon as his gaze landed on her, he walked in her direction and grabbed her hand, gently pulling her along.
"Try not to get lost when we enter this inn," Aemond said, his voice urgent. They were nearing the direction of an old building, the door rotten and the walls filled with cracks. "And let me do the talking."
Daella only nodded, not trusting her voice enough to give a verbal reply. For just the slightest of moments, she lessened her grip on Aemond's hand, testing whether he would let go as well, but if anything, his hold seemed to increase. He looked over his shoulder again, giving her a warning glance, and Daella's eyes flickered away guiltily. She was acutely aware of the feeling of his skin on hers, his coldness forming a stark contrast with her warmth, and she tried to distract herself by taking in the inside of the inn.
She could understand now why the streets had been empty, for it appeared as though the entire population of Kingslanding was residing inside. There was the sound of upbeat music, as well as a woman singing in a throaty voice, and as soon as she stepped into the masses, she knew why Aemond had grabbed her hand. Daella felt people bumping into her at every side and she frowned at them, only then realising that there appeared to be no harm in it, and she could easily imagine getting lost in the crowd.
