#apparently not all lucemond shippers like fem!lucerys

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Aemond x fem!Lucerys (now on ao3)

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys,” Aemond said. Perhaps he no longer sought to prove himself, she thought. He had the dragon, the skill with the blade… And then without taking his eye off Ser Criston, his voice rang out louder. “Well, nephew? Have come to train?

His gaze rose, passed over Jace and lit on Lucerys, picking her unerringly out from the crowd. She caught her breath, but the cold touch of his gaze was not what unsettled her. It was the awareness that he had seen them. That even in the midst of that fight, even with only one eye, he had picked them out of the crowd. And now, he held his blade out, steady and unwavering. Despite breathing heavily from exertion of the fight he’d just won.

“Or you, niece?” The tone of his voice caught her by the throat and choked the polite reply from her.