A Dance Of Blood And Water

FOUR

It had all happened within one breath.

It felt as though the earth froze, even for a second, but it was still colossal.

Alys didn't remember much about it all, apart from the screaming.

She didn't ask to be a witness to such a scene.

she didn't want to be involved. However she was, she felt as though she had caused it. Not Inherently, Aemond claiming Vhagar hadn't been any of her interference, but she feared her presence in the boys life was enough to drive him to madness.  Like it had clearly done already.

It was dark, inhumanely dark, Alys only remembered the crashing of the waves against the rocks engulfing driftmark. She didn't think of the repercussions she he had looked upon the moon and seen the young prince riding the colossal dragon. In truth she had no experience with dragons, she was not a blonde haired purple eyed bastard like her brothers; she was simply just a bastard.

But when she saw that sigh, she was over me with wonder. Not fear, but curiosity and admiration. That dark beast, it fascinated her like nothing else. It was a wonderful thing, with long thick wings that almost swallowed the moon as it flew past. She was mesmerised by it, by its beauty and its elegance. It was then that she noticed who was riding it. His blonde hair juxtaposing the blackness of the dragon he was attempting to control. I was only a glimpse, but alys knew that aemond had grew vengeful, his lack of dragon had always infuriated him. Now he rode the largest. The most feared. The young girl almost shivered at the sight before her.

'That little cunt!' Baela breathed out, standing up, with extreme haste. Alys had never heard any of her peers swear except for Prince aegon. Usually to his brother or his sister, to demean them. Alys could feel the anger from Baela, she could see by her facial expressions the girl was positively exploding with rage. Rhaena stood, her mouth agape, staring at the dark sky. confusion plastered across her brows as she sighed. She did not yet possess the anger her sister had boiling inside of her.

Even though vhagar was hers to claim, alys noticed the young girl was overcome more with disappointment than anger, more with sadness. Her mother had been dead no less than a week, it was obvious she was grieving much more than her sister. She was weak and now weaker still. Aemond had stolen the only connection the pair had left with their mother, and he had done so in front of their faces. Taunted them with a grin as he traversed the monopolies of the sky. Making sure he flew over where the group of children sat. He was becoming something alys hated. Yet she was entranced by his power. She was entranced with the fact the only person who had ever cared for her, even if it was solemnly, was now to be one of the most powerful men in Westeros. Her heart almost ached at the sight of him on the dragon, her cheeks blushed. What was it she was feeling? It couldn't be love.

Alys turned to the two princes, to jace, who stood with a smirk, with his fists balled in such a way he exuded arrogance. He wanted to harm aemond, and always had. The jealousy of them both incomparable. Jace was the reason aemond had grew to resent his older half sister, the heir, jace was the reason aemond had competition in the first place, not from his brother. But from a child, three years his younger, yet much more wise. Luke was in fact too young to comprehend what had happened, Alys reaching for his hand as he trembled on the stone steps he had raised from. She felt pity, she felt like she must protect him. This family would never be the same again.

The small boy clutched her hand, as she stared at him. 'It will be okay my prince, it is only prince aemond, you know how he likes to jest.'

That comment earned a scoff from Baela.

'This is no jest.' She paused, an excruciating moment of silence. 'Alys.'

It was that reminder alys' allies were not yet decided, her allies were so unclear no one trusted her. Not aemond, not jace, not Baela.