Perzys Ānogār {HOTD}

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The children were all taken into the great hall, their families awoken from their sleep and the maester called to tend to the children's wounds. He got to work on Jace and Luke's smaller injuries while waiting for Rhaenyra, Laenor, Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys.
As the adrenaline left Visenya's body, the pain in her head worsened. The pounding in her skull reminding her of a blacksmith hammering weapons against an anvil. Though the pain was nothing compared to the immense rage she felt for her nephews and cousins. The look on her mother's face only serving to make this worse.

The queen burst into tears at the sight of her children's maimed faces. "Oh my gods," Queen Alicent cried, taking Visenya's face into her hands, "what have they done to you? Oh- Aemond, my boy."

The maester called Visenya to sit, ready to stitch her head. Stating that he wanted to get the smaller injuries out of the way before tending to Aemond's eye.

"Fix Aemond, I'm only bleeding a little, I'll be fine."

"Princess, it is a very deep cut, it will need stitching," Maester Kelvyn insisted.

"Aemond first," she demanded. She stood back, stopping between her grandfather and Aegon.

Her grandfather gently tipped her head back, assessing the damage to her face. She had a split lip and bruises on her jaw and cheekbone, but most prominent was the large gash on her forehead from the rock that Rhaena launched at her head. He grabbed a clean cloth from the maester's kit and pressed it to the large wound on her forehead. The princess winced, but took the cloth from her grandfather keeping pressure on the gash to ease the bleeding.

"Very well," the old man nodded, and gestured to the seat, "my prince."

As the maester began stitching Aemond's face, slowly and painfully, King Viserys was brought into the room. He looked around thirty years older than he was, breathing heavily and visibly weak. He looked nothing like a King.

Pathetic. The princess through bitterly. If Aegon ever got in that state as king, I'd smother him in his sleep to put him and the realm out of their misery.

"How could you allow such things to happen? I will have answers!" He demanded from his seat on the Driftwood throne.

Ser Harold Westerling was first to speak up, "the princes and princess were supposed to be abed, my king."

"Who had the watch?"

"The young prince and princess were attacked by their own cousins, your grace," Ser Criston answered.

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!" He exclaimed, no doubt using most of the strength he had to push himself from the Driftwood throne.

"The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes form princes, your grace," Cole answered as Ser Harold apologised to the king again.

"That is no answer!"

Queen Alicent looked at the maesters work heartbroken, clutching a hand to her chest. "It will heal, will it not, maester?"

"The flesh will heal," he spoke, Aemond tried not to flinch away from the needle sewing his skin back together, "but the eye is lost, you grace."

Alicent turned to Aegon, always harsher on the oldest of her children. "Where were you?"

"Me?" Aegon asked, flinching as their mother smacked him. "What was that for?"

"That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother and sister suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool!" She hissed.

"Mother, please," Visenya stepped forward, "It was my fault, not Aegon's. I told him to go to bed, that Aemond and I would be fine."

"You should not be the one protecting him, Visenya, he is to be your husband, he should have been the one protecting you!"