Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

No Middle Ground

Chapter Forty-Three~ No middle Ground

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Flying through the sky during sunrise was a feeling Rhaella was unable to explain. The universe had many children, one of them being the days that were born on the rising of the the orange glow at the horizon.
Flying through the virgin air of the new dawn was like a healing process, intent on allowing the princess to rinse away the sins of yesterday before more were born throughout the day and going on to die at night.

Vermithor flew her down close to the waters of the sea, letting his feet glide through the salty waters and having little droplets of silk spray onto her face. The movement oh his wings created ripples in the ocean, spreading out beyond where the eye could see.

Vermithor was her inner soul. A dragon's connection to It's rider was fate from the beginning of time. Vermithor was her spirit her personality was him through and through. They would burn together till they were stolen away from one another.

Rhaella guided her beast toward the cliffs by the red keep, letting him land on the sand. She stroked the side of his face, resting her head on his scales. "Hunt Vermithor." She whispered, taking a step back when the dragon obeyed her and lifted his wings to take flight.

Aemond had been watching her from the beach wall, admiring how happy she looked on her Dragon, flying freely through the skies.

"Vaegon is asking for you." He said when she approached. "He wants to fly his Dragon." Aemond laughed. "I've tried to tell him that Nuri is still to small to mount, let alone him being to small to even step foot close to her." He held his arm out for her to take a hold of. "He thinks you will let him."

"Why does he do that?" Rhaella laughed. "He comes to me after you have told him no."

"Because when I say no, I mean it." Aemond replied. "You always give in when he stares up at you with those big purple eyes of his."

Rhaella scoffed. "You cannot stand your ground with Elaena, all she has to do is pout her lip and she's got you running around like a handmaiden."

They continued their walk up to the castle, laughing about the characteristics of their children and how different yet similar they were.

"Do you think Helaena would like company?" Rhaella questioned as they passed the queens chambers.

Aemond shrugged. "She would not see Mother last night, her food has been left by the door every night but retrieved every morning."

Rhaella unhooked her arm from Aemond. "Perhaps I should visit her." She suggested.

Aemond knew she wished to do this alone, so he kissed her cheek and turned on his heel.

The guards stationed outside of Helaena's door bowed when the princess approached.

Rhaella knocked on the door once and when she received no answer she opened the door and entered the room.

It was Dark and cold, the fire had not been used in a long time.

"Helaena?" Rhaella whispered when she saw her sister sat on the floor.

It was then she took in her sister's appearance. Helaena's once sun kissed locks of snow, were now dull. It had been tied lowly behind her,
Bits of her colorless hair jabbing out in all different directions, some parts stuck to her face, giving the impression that Helaena had either been crying floods of sorrows or sweating in the coldness of her room.