The Sapphire Dragon and His Eternal Flame Aemond x RedPriestess!OC

Chapter 4

Warnings: Violence, drinking

6 years later.

Valàzera was training with her sister in the crags near the shadowlands. She grunted as she swung the giant axe at Kharyz. Kharyz drew her double-sided sword, Vynghrazar, and pinned the axe to the ground. "You're WEAK sister!" Kharyz bellowed. The muscular woman kept swinging at Valàzera. Valàzera was lost, she would remember the days where she and Aemond would go to his chambers where they would talk for long hours at night. Aemond taught her about the faith of the seven while she taught him about her family's devotion to R'hllor. He would teach her High Valyrian while she would teach him Asshai'i. Valàzera snapped out of her trance when the sword grazed her wrist. "Sister, he's. Not. Coming. BACK!" Kharyz swung the flat size of her sword ridiculously HARD, breaking a few ribs in Valàzera's chest. Valàzera doubled over in pain as she started dry heaving. Kharyz immediately took her back to the palace to heal her. Not because she cared, but because her clan was dying. "Valàzera, you could have moved. You weren't focused." "Why in the name of the Red God would the strongest warrior in all of ASSHAI fight someone who isn't focused? Sounds like you were using me as your own personal training dummy, Kharyz." "Out of all the people in my life, NEVER have I met someone as DENSE as YOU!" Kharyz sneered. "If you wanted to fight someone, you could have just asked your lady wife!" "My lady wife." Kharyz Chuckled. "Oh you don't know do you. For your information sister, I KILLED my lady wife!" "What happened?" Valàzera asked. "I really don't want to get into it. Anyways, I'm heading in. I've had enough of your bullshit for a LIFETIME! Now stay fucking focused. Unless you want to end up like your stupid father!" "You mean... OUR stupid father." "Haha nooo, YOUR stupid father. You're a bastard, Valàzera. When R'hllor created you, let's just say he was incredibly drunk. The one you called Uncle all these years is your father. I was very young, but I went to call for mother and she wouldn't answer. I went into her room, and saw a pale man on top of her. He looked just like you. Then a few days later, our mother was with child. That child was you." Tears started to well up in her eyes. Venèzron. The pale skin, the dark crimson hair, the thin eyebrows, it all made sense. That's why her 'father', Venghrize, didn't love her. That's why her whole family didn't love her, except for her uncle Venèzron. She thought he was just a kind person, but in reality, he was protecting his own flesh and blood. When Valàzera would sneak off and stay with him, and his partner, she always wished that her crazed mother would never take her back. What saddened her the most was that she never got to call Venèzron 'father'. "I mean just LOOK at yourself. You can barely see the red in your hair, it's so fucking dark, and your skin! Pale gray skin is said to be a mark of Stygai. I would have killed you because I'd have mistaken you for a corpse on the battlefield." Valàzera ran from Kharyz's room to her room, but she couldn't bring herself to cry. She had gotten used to the years and years of constant torment from her sister. "Had the Za'Renyx clan seen that little display of yours, they would have cut you down where you stood! And you wouldn't have noticed SHIT because you've been so wrapped up in your little world for six. Fucking. YEARS!" Valàzera's response was to slam the gold plated door as hard as she could. "That's right! Run! You're lucky our clan is dying! Because if it wasn't I would not hesitate to crush your throat!"

Part of Valàzera was nervous, because she never knew if or when Kharyz would strike. She lay down on her bed and thought of the news her sister had just told her. Venèzron Kurydhall was her father. Why would he hide that from her? She thought to herself for a few moments. She thought of how her actual uncle, Venghrize would kill anyone where they stood. She knew he only cared for the reputation of his family. But he spared her because Venèzron was always in his way. Valàzera remembered back to a conversation she saw with her father and uncle. She could pinpoint some of the conversation. "YOU FUCKED MY DELUSIONAL BITCH WIFE?!" Venghrize shouted. "You imbicile, she is no longer your wife. Her name is Veznera and she is no longer yours to torment. I treated her with utmost respect. Showed her how exactly a man should care for a wife." Valàzera was in shock. "Brother, you're one to talk of loyalty and care while you have your cock stuffed up other men!" Venghrize shouted at Venèzron. They whispered to each other for a few seconds when she heard Venghrize say, "She's a bastard! She deserves to d-" Venèzron wrapped his hand around Venghrize's throat. "If you touch her, I will not hesitate to wipe your disgusting family out. Even that little muscular brat, Kharyz! Create a new branch of Kurydhalls." Valàzera all these years thought that her father and uncle were referring to her mother's birth status. But no. It was hers. This was the pact between her uncle and father that saved her. This is why she was spared. She knew Venèzron was a much better fighter than Venghrize. He was strong and brave, and not afraid to kill anyone that tormented his loved ones. She thought of her time in King's Landing six years ago. She thought of her time with Aemond. Her best friend. She wondered if he knew of her birth status. She really hoped he didn't. She saw the way he yelled at the two Strong boys in the cave the night he lost his eye. When he had both of his eyes they were filled with disgust. She wondered if he had changed. But she doubted it. If only Kharyz didn't kiss up to K'ei Tezaer Zyrhan, and hadn't stopped her, then she could have saved him from that Strong boy. She ran her hands through her long blood red hair in frustration. She wondered if Aemond had been betrothed or fell in love with someone else. He probably had. He was a beautiful man. This made Valàzera cry. Her best friend, her first love. She didn't know what to do. She held her hand up and grasped at the air. Because that was what her life had become. People disowning her and being ripped away from her. She could never grasp anyone. She was about to drift off until she heard the loud screams of her barbarian sister.