The True and The Brave

𝔗𝔴𝔬: ℌ𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔦𝔯

[AN: I had a little time to unwind today and I honestly could not think of anything better to do than serve my people with some deserved trauma and feelings. Also, if some of you can like do your mojo on tiktok or even know how to use it bc I'm fucking useless in that, hmu. Also...I have created a playlist for this book, I'll drop the link below for y'all. Now, in this chapter we truly begin the dance of the dragons...so buckle up] (please I laugh my ass off and loving all of your comments...please continue to make my otherwise borind days)

[Content warning: mild smut, references of suicidal thoughts or suicide, blood, gore and death]

BTW... I will be pointing out what events are followed for more clarity. This is my rendition of  the book's description of Son for a Son and Blood and Cheese. 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ypLBJUgAlDPJ4OWLh0f5q?si=af47d92903f64d7c

"My Queen, My King, word has arrived from Harrenhal. Prince Daemon has taken it as toehold for our troops. House Stark is rallying the Northern Lords and marching as we speak. Lord Borros should be expected to send aid to Driftmark by surrounding the Lannister fleet. Prince Daemon is leaving shortly for King's Landing", Lucerys Velaryon announced after being told by Maester Brohnn of the dealings of today's court. 

"Please, you are my brother, treat me as kin, not as your superior when we are alone. Are the preparations for the coronation ready, dear brother?", Aemma asked, her frame overlooking the bay where Aemond had been waiting for their children all day. But they did not come. They were supposed to be here with Rhaena and Baela. 

"Yes, Baela sent word. She will not risk the safety of the children and dragons. There do not where the Lannister fleet hails or if they are prepared to bring down the dragons with scorpions..."

Aemma flinched slightly as her husband grew desperate for their safety. There was only one option she could think. Daemon had been close with the Prince of Pentos once, for a handsome reward, he could allow the children to remain in his Manse. No. She would do it. War was no place for children...and she had been exposed to all of its hinderances too early. Had dreamt of the blood under her fingers. All the lives she had taken. The children she had probably left fatherless. She would not risk her children or those of her mother and Daemon's. 

"After the coronation then..I will go and retrieve them myself. Rhaenys can not fight alone with Meleys, and Moondancer and Morning are not battle seasoned dragons. I would not ask of it of Baela and Rhaena after they have done so much for me. You understand Lucerys, when I leave you will heed all of Dragonstone's proceedings?"

Lucerys closed his eyes, a breath was let out of him as he watched Syrax fly idly in the grey sky. His mother's dragon had sensed both the loss of her children it seemed— Vermax and Arrax. Aemma smiled softly, as her hand travelled to his chest. 

"Here. In between your heart strings. When you really search for it. That is where you find the bond. Arrax was birthed in your cradle, but a bond with Syrax can also be reached if you open yourself to it, Luke"

Soon Aemma reached the bay where Aemond sat, the sand slipping through the gaps of his fingers. He waited and waited. But his children never came. His Laenor, Alys and Aenys. 

"We will get them, Aemond. After the coronation and making sure Haelena is safe here. We'll go for them. And after that I will send them away...", she sighed, her body falling next to his. His eyes hardened, but he plucked out her hand that was toying with the sand in the heap of nerves, lacing their fingers.