Midnights // Aemond Targaryen // Aegon Targaryen (2)

25. Dark Sister

"Aisha? Where are you going?" Corlys demanded as Aegon hobbled forward.

"Its Vhagar..." she couldnt believe what her body was screaming out. Aemond couldnt be dead. Yet she felt it. She felt Aemond go. The life. His life. She felt him in the water. She felt his pain she felt him fading away. Her hand went to her eye feeling the pain. The pain of a blade that wasnt in herself. "I have too... protect Laenor!" Aisha demanded as she called out for Aquaruis. "Find him." Aisha whimpered tears in her eyes.

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"Just collecting my niece." Daeron corrected.

"But I was promised a union between my daughter-"

"I know what you were promised." Daeron spat back. "I wasnt actually consulted on the matter, not that, that matters." He added slightly bitter. "But right now we are fighting a fucking war. You want me to marry your daughter, you keep fighting for my brother." Daeron looked to Jaehaera she had grown up so much. "Look at you, Aisha will be so happy you are back."

"Mama?" Jaehaera questioned as Daeron picked her up.

"Sort of, kind of, I guess, I mean yeah, sure lets call Aisha mama, I think she would like that." Daeron agreed as they set off for dragonstone. Aisha wasnt there when he got back though. Daeron put Jaehaera with Little Laenor while he figured out what the hell was going on. Yet again he was out of the loop.

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"The fuck is that?" Alyn demanded. "Someone shout dragon fire, we got a dragon incoming!"

"That's dreamfyre." Daeron remarked. "Helaena's dragon."

"But Helaena jumped." Alyn remarked. "Who is flying her?"

"You wanted a dragon." Daeron reminded him.

"Fuck, me? Really yeah? Can I change her name to something more badass than Dreamfyre?" Alyn countered as she landed riderless.

"You are never satisfied." Daeron remarked. "Maybe I give her to Jaehaera instead." Daeron had collected Jaehaera from the storms end and was back in time to miss all the fun.

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Aquarius stopped floating on the surfact of the water and Aisha felt it too. They dove down into the depths of the sea. Aemond was all tangled up in Vhagars reigns she broke it free pulling Aemond up to the surface while Aquarius nudged Vhagar to shore.

Aisha sobbed hands shaking as she looked at Aemonds pale face. She felt no pulse. No heart beat. No breath in his lungs.

"I know this blade." AIsha rasped pulling it from Aemond eye. Dark sister. "I will avange you." Aisha whispered kissing his forehead. "I will kill him, I will kill them all." her tears bled into the water and she felt like she was drowning as she sobbed into Aemond. Begging him to come back. Come back. Come back.

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That night a riot rose in King's Landing. Five hundred gold cloaks went to Cobbler's Square to disperse it, but the commander Luthor and many of his men were killed by ten thousand rioters.

Rhaenyra didnt know how they got so many men to back them and attack.

A hedge knight, Ser Perkin the Flea, crowned his squire, Trystane Truefyre, declaring him to be King Viserys I Targaryen's bastard. Perkin bestowed knighthood on all who would support Trystane, so many fled to their cause.

While Rhaenyra was losing her control her people her crown, her husband fled assumed dead or with his idiotic lover Neetles. She couldnt stand this. All she wanted now was her crown, her kingdom.

The next day, some order was restored to parts of King's Landing, but chaos remained in the rest of the city. Rhaenyra had no control, no power.

Rhaenyra learned about Maidenpool's betrayal and the escape of Nettles, Rhaenyra sent ravens to Winterfell and the Eyrie, pleading for more aid. She couldnt control anything, she needed everyone elses armies.

Perkin and Trystane gained strength the next night though while Rhaenyra hid on her throne waiting for help. The King's Gate and the Lion Gate were opened by rioters, the gold cloaks at the King's Gate having fled, and those guarding the Lion Gate having joined the rioters. With Perkin holding the River Gate, three out of seven gates were now open to enemies.

The people of King's Landing no longer believed Rhaenyra could protect them. Their faith had been dwindling but since the riots started they lost all faith in Rhaenyra as she hid away while they were tormented, raped and pillaged.

Joffrey, Rhaenyra's last boy of Harwin mounted Syrax to fly to the Dragonpit. He was brave and strong but still young but he wanted to help.

Fearing the worst, Rhaenyra ordered her followers to go after him and bring him back. She shouted and demanded but was too scared to leave herself. Only Seven men followed her command.

The Seven Who Rode couldnt stop Syrax, couldnt save Joffrey. He didnt get far, Syrax wasnt used to Joffrey riding her, she didnt like it and shook him around trying to get him off, he flew from her back, dropping down to the ground, his blood oozed out around him as he bled out, but the fall killed him.

Rhaenyra had no one to blame but herself. Yet it fueled her anger towards Aegon and Aisha even more.

Syrax descended on the survivors, the raidors, everyone and anyone in sight. Rhaenyra, watched from atop Maegor's Holdfast, she held her last remaining son, Aegon the Younger, watching the whole thing unfold. Joffrey's fall, the remaining dragons dueling above the people, Syrax... her Syrax. Rhaenyra watched until she saw Syrax fall as well.

"The city is lost." Rhaenyra declared to her remaining councilors. "We leave while we still can. There is no winning the city. The city might as well be a pile of rubble." So she slipped through the Dragon Gate and headed for Duskendale.