The Tragic End Of The Peacemaker ➪ Aemond Targaryen

𝕀𝕀: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕪𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕪𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡
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Alicent did not waste any time to report the actions that Rhaenyra's boys did to her son to the king. She was always quick to defend her kids and always looked to her husband to seek justice for them. Sadly, Daenemera was the only one he always saved even when she did not need it, abusing his fatherly duties to his other children.

"They made wings for it, apparently, and a tail."

"The lads shouldn't have been so credulous." Viserys responded as her worked on his project of making a smaller replica of King's Landing.

"He's a child." The queen debated.

"He thought they'd happened upon some wild unnamed dragon and lured it to the Dragonpit?"

"Your grandsons are a menace. You should have seen the sadness that it brought your daughter. To see her brother in pain hurt me just as it hurts her."

"They're more children than he is, and my daughter only wishes to bring everyone together. Even if it means having to coddle her older brother."

"Th-They're savages. And it's not surprising."

"Are you sure it wasn't our Ageon who put them to it?" Viserys knew the power Aegon seemed to have over Rhaenyra's son. He took them into his wing to pray on Aemond, not a fair fight to princess Daenemera's eyes. Alicent shook her head as she knew it could be a possibility that he was behind the cruel joke.

"It's a wonder to me their eggs even hatched." Her words caught Viserys attention making him stop his movements.

"And why is that."

"You know why." Alicent replied without hesitation.

"I'm afraid, I don't."

"Don't, Viserys!" Alicent spoke with a stern tone and the king could foresee another argument that would arise about his grandson, so he sent away Eddard, a man who often helped Viserys to carve out pieces for his project.

"I have raised this matter before and you forbade me to speak of it, even when our daughter would ask us as a child why her nephews looked nothing like their father, so I held my tongue. To have one child like that is a mistake, but to have three is an insult. To the throne, to you, to House Velaryon and the match you battled so hard to make for her. Not to mention decency itself." Viserys exhaled a breath of exhaustion as his wife continued.

"Do you not fear of the effect it has on Daenemera? She wishes to be surrounded by bastard servants and soon she'll ask to marry one. Is that what you wish, Viserys? For your daughter?" She asked her husband; the mention of his younger daughter threw him off. She knew the mention of Daenemera was enough to make almost anyone in King's Landing listen to her words.

"I had a black mare once. Black like a raven. One day, she escaped her pasture, and the neighboring stallion sired a foal on her." Alicent crossed her arms as her husband refused to see through her eyes.

"The stallion was as silver as the moon on a winter's night and the foal, when it was born, a chestnut. Just the most unremarkable brown horse ever saw. Nature is a thing of mysterious works. Daenemera is the only one out of you and her siblings who seem to comprehend this." Alicent sucked the sides of her cheeks shaking her head the whole time he spoke. She knew she needed to find another way to get through to him so she would question him using his own logic.

"How do you know? The silver stallion. How do you know it was him? Did you witness the act itself?" Viserys slammed his hand on the table now frustrated with the conversation that seemed to go nowhere.