Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

By The Flames

Chapter Eighteen~ By The Flames

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When Rhaella opened her eyes She was looking down from a balcony. Her hands bound in chains behind her back.

Aegor and Vaegon.

They were sat beneath a white dragon, A man on the beasts back.

They were shouting for her.

She took couldn't move, felt her wrists ache from the metal.
Rhaella needed to get to them, but there was a guard holding a sword against her neck.

The man was talking to her, but she couldn't hear past Aegor's cries.

She felt her heart tear from her chest.

Dracarys.

She'd heard it.

And then in a single moment her life had been stolen,

Her two sons engulfed in flames.

She felt a pair of hands wrap around her, someone stroking her head, holding her close and urging her to calm down.

When her eyes finally opened she realized she was in the comfort of Aemond's arms. "It's ok Rhaella, You're safe." He whispered.

"The children." She sobbed into his chest, she still was in a state of sleep not fully aware of her surroundings. "I need them here." She cried.

Aemond frowned. "Whats wrong with them?" He questioned, helping her stand up.

She didn't answer, she pulled on her shawl and left the room, making sure he followed.

The halls were empty, lit barely by candles worn down to their last breath. When her Father was alive he made sure they were swapped out every evening. She missed that now, simpler times.

When they reached the nursery, Rhaella rushed over to the beds of her two oldest sons, they were still safely tucked away, dreaming of thing's peaceful enough to keep them.

Aemond walked through the archway to the room next door, Elaena was sleeping soundly, the moon outside the window reflecting on her pale face. Jaehaera asleep in the bed beside her.

Aegor, lay awake in his crib, the wet nurse asleep in a rocking chair by the burning fire. Aemond kicked the chair, the nurse startled, jumped from the chair. "My lady Princess, My lord Prince." She mumbled quickly, bowing when she realized it was them.

"What are you doing?" Rhaella asked the woman. "You're supposed to be watching my children." She said harshly.

The woman hung her head. "Forgive me, but the other nurse fell ill, I have been on duty since last night."

Aemond sighed. "Now if an assassin were to climb up the walls of the castle, Murder my children and the kings children, who would we have to blame?" He asked spinning a blade around his fingers catches the reflection of the fire on the metal

The nurse was at a loss for words.

Aemond had forgotten to put his eye patch on when he left his bed. Nobody but Rhaella had seen the bareness of the socket, eyeless and cold. On the rarest of occasions, close to never, Aemond would wear a sapphire in replace of the patch, one Rhaella had gifted him on his eighteenth name day.

"Forgive me, m-my prince." She stuttered still staring his missing eye.

Rhaella saw this and mistook the curiosity and disbelief as admiration and once again allowed her greenness to show. "What is your name?" She snapped, drawing the attention back to her.