Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Cheat To The Gods

Chapter Thirty-Four~ Cheat to
the Gods

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To outlive a child felt like a cheat to the gods. Rhaella could not describe how unnatural it felt for her to see her son, Dead, wrapped and lay on a bed of grass.

There had been many things stolen from the world alongs with Aerys life. His future line, The jests he would now never make, the rides he would not take with his dragon, the dreams he would never get to dream. But it was gone now, just like the young Prince. The world would never know if a difference could of been made with Aerys targaryen.

Vermithor stood, staring down at the body with a look of grief that matched his rider. Waiting for her to tell him to take her son's physical body away.

Helaena had Dreamfyre set her son's pyre to light the moment the dragon came forward, she knew it was better that way, so that he might go to rest.

But the princess could not, there was still part of her willing this to all be a sick jest, or a dream, and that her little boy might sit up with a grin on his face like he did when she used to come for him in the mornings.

Rhaella could hear the Gods calling to her, telling her to hand over her son so that he might find rest among them.

Aemond stood forwards, placing his hand on her lower back. "Rhaella." He muttered, his face sounded like it would break. "They are waiting."

Aemond had not met them there like he had said he would, Aegon offered no explanation as to where his brother was, but he had been late not by much but not waiting like he had promised.

"They can wait all day." She snapped. "This is not about them."

Aemond took a deep breath, turning and nodding at his brother, telling him that he should summon everyone else inside.

Rhaella felt her legs numb beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground. Aemond dropped with her, clutching onto her hand when she began to weep. "It is not fair." She cried. "He did nothing to be punished this way."

Aemond felt that pang of guilt in his heart again. "Rhaella, he cannot join the gods until he has been put to rest."

The Princess stared at her son. "The Gods cannot look after him." She stated. "They do not know how warm he likes his baths, and how he will only eat chicken off the bone, They won't know he doesn't like the dark but he still tells Elaena that there is nothing to be scared off, because he'd rather he be scared alone than have her feel fear." The tears were running down her cheeks, making the skin turn red from the mix between the sorrows and the cold air.

Aemond's eyes began to well up too as he listened to her.

"I told you this would happen." She forced out. "I told you and you would not listen."

She was right and he knew it. It had been his fault, he was foolish to believe Rhaynera would let the death of her son go unavenged. Which was why he had learned his lesson by now.

A mothers grief was enough to burn down the world.

And Rhaella was prepared to set the fire.

The Princess stood to her feet again. She knew it was time now, his soul needed to find rest.
"Dracarys." She shouted.

Vermithor let out an ground rumbling roar of grief before he let free a series of orange flames that would carry Aerys away to the Gods.

Rhaella and Aemond stood there for most of the day, watching the flames burn away, till there was nothing else to burn.