Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

The Pit of youth

Chapter Fifty-Six~ The Pit of youth

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Finan Dubbon was a man descended from a long line of sailors, originating from the Ironmen.

His family name grew smaller and smaller as the years passed by due to the rising of other noble houses, until the Dubbon's were known as nothing but tradesmen.

Finan didn't care though. From what he had seen while he had been at the castle, there was nothing he would've hated more than being a fancy lord.

Serving the Princess was something he was happy to do. It gave him purpose, without the burden of having to sit amongst lords and ladies pretending to be something he was not.

"Princess." Finan greeted when he entered the room.

Rhaella turned to see him stood in the doorway, she left vaegon and viserys to play on the carpet and she lifted Aegor onto her hip.

"Finan." Rhaella smiled. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes." He replied. "I suppose ye might remember, those few months ago the man, one of the men from the dungeon gave a name." Finan began. "Misery."

Rhaella felt her body tense. "I do."

"A woman, took a fancy to me when we were younger, She works for her." Finan started. "And although I am still trying to uncover the woman, Misery's true identity, I've uncovered something I believe ye would wish for me to inform ye about."

"Go on." Rhaella encouraged, eager to find out what Finan had uncovered.

"I believe it best I show ye Princess." He replied.

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"Returning to Harrenhall would be in your interest my Prince." Criston Cole said to Aemond. "Have Larys Strong return with you, so that he may declare his house for the true King at his ancestral home in your presence."

"If I return to Harrenhall I leave my wife and my children unprotected." Aemond replied. "My uncles whereabouts are still unknown."

"Harrenhall is one of the strongest places for you to gather men." Cole told him. "It would be my advice for Ser Larys to return."

"I agree with Ser Criston." Alicent butted in. "We must have our troops spread out, and with Harrenhall abandoned Rhaynera may see it fit to cease."

Aemond hated this room of people. All talking for their own personal gain. It was sickening. "Where is my wife?" He demanded, ignoring how the lords argued amongst themselves.

"She left with Ser Finan upon the hour your grace." Cole told him.

Aemond felt anger rise in his stomach, spreading to his hands, urging him to hurt someone. "And where has she gone?"

"She left under her cloak your grace, on foot." The hand replied.

The regent slammed his hands down on the table. "Where are the kingsguard?" He bit. "They should be ensuring she stays safe, Ser Finan is an agile swordsman, I am sure, but we are at war and allowing my pregnant wife to leave the castle with only one man as protection, should have me cutting the neck of everyone that could have put her in harms way."

"Rhaella is with child?" Alicent muttered. "Gods, the princess must return!" She exclaimed, marching to Aemond and taking his hands in her own. "This is good news!" She smiled. "Another heir!"

Aemond shook his head, taking his hands away. "You will do and say no more Mother." He mumbled. "You have done enough."

"Aemond?" Alicent frowned at her sons words.