The Tragic End Of The Peacemaker ➪ Aemond Targaryen

𝕍: 𝔸 𝔻𝕖𝕓𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕕

𝔸 𝔻𝕖𝕓𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕕
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"How could you allow such a thing to happen? I will have answers." Viserys spoke breathlessly sitting before everyone as the King he is.

Daenemera struggled to open and close her left hand. She made it in time before she bled to death. The large cut that trailed down her arm was already stitched by the maester who was now focusing on Aemond's injury. Aemond held Daenemera's right hand gently, staying strong for the stitches he was receiving. She could not use her full strength in her left arm and the pain was unbearable as the maester had to use the milk of the poppy to calm the girl. She wasn't right in the head, she was mumbling things in Valyrian, reminding people of the way Helaena would act. Helaena laid her head over her sister's, humming as she sat in the chair. The Queen rubbed both of the twins' cheeks, her eyes barely able to keep in her tears as she watched the two endure a great deal of pain.

"The princes were supposed to be abed, my King." Harrold responded in his voice low.

"Who had the watch?"

"The prince and princess were attacked by their own cousins, your grace."

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!"

"The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes and princesses from princesses, your grace"

"That is no answer!" Viserys yelled at Ser Criston.

"Their wounds will heal, will it not, maester?" Alicent asked worried for her children. This gained the attention of everyone in the room who wished to hear the damage to the twins, specifically Daenemera, the butterfly of King's Landing.

"Their flesh will heal, but the prince's eye is lost, and the princess may never be able to use her arm correctly, your grace." This made the Queen and King gasp in fear. Their children were to be forever scar both physically and mentally. She looked over to Aegon, for whom she blamed.

"Where were you?"

"Me?" Aegon was greeted by the strike of his mother's hand across his face.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother and sister suffered while you drowned in your cups, you fool."

"What is the meaning of this?" Coreys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen walked down the steps to join the crowd. Baela and Rhaena running to them for protection. Soon after Rhaenyra also joined the room looking for her sons.

"Jace? Luke! Show me. Show me." She took a closer look at the damage of her sons. "Who did this?"

"They attacked me and Daenemera!"

"He attacked Baela!"

"He broke Luke's nose!"

"He stole my mother's dragon!"

"Enough."

"He was going to kill Jace!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Enough-"

"It should be my children telling the tale!"

"He called us-"

"Silence!" The King yelled causing the children to stay silent for a moment.

"Aemond, your sister is not well to tell me so I will have the truth of what happened from you, now."