Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Strong

Chapter Fourteen~Strong

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Rhaella watched, eyes behind her third glass of wine as Jace Danced with Helaena. They had drifted into their second dance now and the music was much slower.

A figure blocked her view of the two and she looked up to meet the gaze of Daemon Targaryen. "A dance, perhaps?" He held his hand out for her, she looked to her left at Aemond who was pretending to ignore the scene unfolding next to him.

"Of course." She took his hand and let him guide her to where Jace and Helaena had were dancing.

"Tell me, Princess, are you happy?" Daemon asked, leading the two of them in the dance.

"I am content." She replied simply, letting him guide her moves. "Why do you ask?"

"There are rumors whispered by servants in the corridors," Daemon began to tell her. "That your Husband is often found engaging in acts not of the standard of a man to be married." He lowered his voice to her ear. "And there are further whispers, that you princess, have a terrible temper, the girls who entertain the young prince often being found dead."

Rhaella narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you suggesting?"

He smiled. "I'm sure it is all just a coincidence, especially the serving girl who was found dead in the hall outside my door this morning."

"Sorrowful news." Rhaella sighed. Daemons was smart, it intrigued her, normally it was only Aemond who she would have to be extra careful around. But now at the arrival of her uncle, it seemed she needed to sing two tunes instead of one.

"Aemond always was a greedy child." Daemon changed the subject. "Always crying about things he never had."

"Your point?" Rhaella replied, wanting to know where this story was going.

"If Aemond can be married to a creature as majestic as you, and still lust after lowly servants, what hope is there for the rest of us?" He stared deeply into her eyes, lighting her skin on fire with a simple stare.

She composed herself quickly. "My husband is loyal to me, The rumors whispered in the corridors, are just that. Rumors." She tried to convince herself, she could not go around killing everyone he apparently fucked. She would have to kill him if he continued. The thought excited her.

"But are you?" Daemon Questioned.

"Am I what?"

"Are you loyal?" He elaborated hands sliding down her own arms.

The music drew to an end and Rhaella bowed to her dance partner, "Thank you for the dance, Prince."

Aemond was furious. He'd watched with jealous eyes for the past five minutes as Rhaella shamelessly flirted with Their uncle. He'd thought about killing Daemon. Thought about killing Rhaella. But his conscience told him that killing his family wouldn't go down well with his parents.

"You are an embarrassment." He stated, picking at his chicken.

Rhaella frowned as she sat down, "I beg your pardon?"

"All this over some lie about serving girl." Aemond laughed.

Rhaella rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up Aemond." She disregarded him, taking a bite of her own beef.

"What did he say to you?" Aemond pushed for answers that were not there. "Did he bargain for you?"

"Oh fuck off." She snapped drawing the attention of Aegon.

"I would fuck your servant, but you made sure she'd never know the pleasure." Aemond whispered to her, but Aegon had been listening. He needed some entertainment.

"You killed another one of them?!" The older prince laughed. "I'd thought you'd stopped this after you slit the Baratheon girls throat two moons ago!" He sipped on his cup. "You can't go around killing anyone who looks at Aemond for too long."

Rhaella slammed her cup onto the table. "I can and I will." She threatened, staring at Aemond, before she rose to her feet and ordered a guard to bring a chair next to her father, so that she could escape the vile accusations thrown her way.

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She laughed along with her Mother and Father, ignoring the stares Aemond sent her way. Her joyous mood was disturbed though when her father let out a painful groan, Her mother having the guards take him back to his rooms.

A good thing perhaps, for him to turn ill now so that he could remember them as he wished rather than what they were.

Because then after the old king had been taken away to suffer in silence among the watchful eyes of his wife's religion, Rhaella noticed the smirk on Luke's face as he gazed at Aemond, a pig had been placed on the table in front of Aemond. Rhaella's mind flashed back to that day all those years ago.
The quiet giggles of Lucerys angered Rhaella, but before she could say anything Aemond rose from his seat. Rhaella knew Aemond could lose his temper quickly, she knew better than anyone.
So she knew that from earlier on he was just waiting for something to lash out at, and unfortunately for lucerys, it would be him.

His fist slammed into the oak, before he listed his goblet, the final cup to be raised that night. "Final tribute." He said clearly eyeing the boy. "To the health of my nephews." He turned to Jacaerys. "Jace," then back to lucerys. "Luke, and joffrey." Each of them handsome, wise," Rhaella sat on the edge of her seat, waiting, daring, for him to say what she knew he would. "Strong."

"Aemond." Their mother said in a warning tone.

But he ignored her. "Come, let us drain our cups, to these three, strong, boys." Aegon joined in lifting his own cup. Rhaella, though angry could not help the smirk.
Even Helaena clapped her hands. Though she did not know the harm of it.

"I dare you to say that again." Jace announced, fists clenched at his sides.

Aemond turned sharply. "Why? 'twas only a compliment." He set on toward Jace. "Do you not think yourself strong?"

Rhaella stood as Jacaerys threw a punch at Aemond, hitting him square in the jaw. She saw Luke stand and looked to her other brother for help, Aegon rolled his eyes and put down his drink before standing and slamming Luke's head into the table.

Aemond smiled, before he pushed Jace onto the ground without much force. Rhaella rushed to his side, turning his face so that she could see.
"Why would you say such a thing before these people?" Alicent Demanded.

Aemond snatched his face away from Rhaella. "I was merely expressing how proud I am of my Family Mother." He said to the queen. "Though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs!" He jeered.

Jace managed to slip out of the grasp of one of the Guards and headed for Aemond, only to be stopped by Daemon. "Wait, wait." he instructed stepping infront of his stepson.

Rhaella met his gaze before it shifted to Aemond. The two of them stood there in a silent war.

But Aemond was smart, he knew when to not fight a losing battle.

She followed after him as he left.

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