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[dontforgetoctober3rd]

A Keen Eye

(Aemond Targaryen X Rhaena Targaryen)

Summary: Aemond and Rhaena aren't actually in the fic themselves, its just a scene with the way that some highborn girls at the keep view Aemond and Rhaena's relationship and them gossiping about it soooo technically this fic is still Aemond X Rhaena! The fic is bite sized as well, I doubt it's even 100 words but enjoy anyway!

Rating: E (everyone and their mom)

The marriage between Aemond and Rhaena went well, healing a long festering wound between the two families. Several highborn maidens often gossiped about it.

"Do you think she is afraid of him?" Catherine Redwyne quipped in her group's embroidery gathering one day.

"I would be!" One of the Caswell twins put in.

"Why on earth would she have reason to be afraid of him?" Sara Umber asked with a scoff.

The girls all stopped their needlework and looked at her.

They all liked her well enough but Sara Umber was not ladylike and, quite often, her views conflicted with theirs.

It was a consensus among the southern girls that all Northern girls were wild, almost on par with Dornish women. Wild or not, Sara was still highborn and so they had accepted when their mothers bade them to make her part of the group. It certainly brought more interesting conversations, like now.

Catherine sighed as she responded. "Anyone with sense is afraid of Aemond Targaryen."

"Why, though?" Sara persisted. "He seems to treat her well enough. I saw them laughing together a few days ago."

Their Septa Maya, who had heretofore been forgotten over in her spot by the window, spoke.

"It is not difficult to understand the collective fear towards the Prince, Lady Sara. He controls the largest, most fearsome power in this world. Imagine having such a fearsome beast completely under your command!" Septa Maya called out, as she examined her own needlework with the help of a magnifying glass.

"A keen eye could say that is a more apt description of the Princess Rhaena." Sara said with a smile, returning to struggling with her own needlework. The girls all laughed in agreement as their Septa shook her head.