Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Certain Death

Chapter Fifty-Three~ Certain death

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The princess had her eldest children by her side, and her youngest on her hip, Viserys too, walked by her.

Rhaella knew she needed to get this over with, Her Mother or Grandfather had most likely already told Aemond of Viserys's presence, and she didn't want the bother of his temper.

She ignored the whispers of court when she walked passed them, they bowed to her and her family but whispered at the presence of the young prince. The one that did not belong to her.

The court needed reminding who ruled this land, whether or not they were at war with one another mattered very little.

They were Targaryens.

When she opened the door the the council room, She could see the disapproval mixed with frustration from her Mother and Grandsire.

Then she saw Aemond, stood behind the maegors table, a storm of emotions thundering through his eyes.

At first he looked confused, then he looked angered.

But she didn't care.

Rhaella would not bring him back home, to then throw him away in a dungeon. It was not his fault he was born to the opposition, she wouldn't make him suffer for something that was beyond his control.

"Leave us!" Aemond demanded of his mother and Grandsire, moving around the table to approach her.
"What in the seven hells have you done?!" He questioned once the door closed behind them. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Why does everybody keep on saying that?" Rhaella sighed.

"You've brought her son here?!" The regent looked down at the boy.

"It appears I have." Rhaella replied, bending down to tell the four of them to go and play in the small garden outside the doors.

"Are you going to explain?" Aemond asked her, confused and annoyed by her lack of interest.

"There is not much to explain Aemond." She replied sitting on one of the chairs, Aegor babbling in her lap. "Anyway you should be pleased!"

"Pleased?" He frowned. "And why would I be pleased?"

"The original terms of peace were Viserys was to become Aegons cup bearer." She told him, staring out into the garden and watching how her nephew ran around laughing with his cousins. "He's a child Aemond."

Aemond turned then too, to look out into the garden. He watched his children, how ignorant it was to be a child, to be so innocent and care free that even during a war you will find entertainment beneath a tree.
He had never experienced that, he'd been a pawn his entire life, moved around a board set by his Mother and Grandfather, He could not imagine Elaena and Vaegon waging war against one another. And by the way young Viserys laughed with them, he could also not picture them being enemies with him either.

"What will she think happened to him?" The prince questioned leaning against a column.

Rhaella shrugged. "His brother Aegon left him on the ship, Jacaerys died before he could save him, Rhaynera most likely thinks he's dead."

Aemond took a breath and rolled his eyes. His wife was ignorant to the situation, it was evident how unbothered she was. And what made it worse was that he couldn't tell her no.
"When it goes wrong," He looked at her. "On your head be it."