When Love Lasts (Aemond Targaryen)

Chaos

  ~ I found myself again in the hall where the dinner was held. I felt some restlessness, but I didn't see anything bad happening. It took a moment for everything to go wrong. A big fight broke out. I didn't know who started it, or what the reason was. Maybe I shouldn't have gone to the balcony, or maybe I should have stayed with Aegon. People started pushing each other, fists flying everywhere. I lost sight of Henry. A large group of people were pushing each other, which caused us to get separated.

The dust rose. People were screaming, hitting each other. It doesn't matter who hits whom, it only matters that they fight and make a fuss. I received a couple of blows, but nothing serious.
I moved towards the table, that was my direction. The table was on an elevation and I could see that none of my family was there, but it was only necessary for me to reach the table then I would have a better overview of the room. I will see where my family members are, where Aemond is. I was sure that he was among the people fighting, maybe he started it too.

I felt exhausted, I just wanted to go back to my quarters. There was no need for it to come to this. I finally got hold of the table. I started to climb the stairs and just as I was about to take the last step, I felt someone place a hand on my ankle. It pulled me with great force and I was now in a horizontal position. Unfortunately, I didn't make it through unscathed.
Namely, I was just ready to grab the chair and then someone pulled me and I fell. When I fell, I was hit on the head by the edge of the chair.

I was sure I was going to pass out, but I didn't. I grabbed my head because I felt some discomfort on it. I felt as if someone had poured water on me and it was running down my face. Blood and a lot of blood. It poured down my face, tangled in my hair and already soaked part of my dress. I must have hit myself hard.

It didn't hurt, probably from the amount of adrenaline coursing through my body. I grabbed hold of the chair, so that I could get to my feet more easily. I turned to the maddened crowd and since I was on a high ground everyone who was standing in the middle of the room could see me. At that moment I saw my brothers and Aemond. They weren't close enough to me and they were tangled up with the people they were fighting with.

My vision started to blur, from the injury.

- Aemond!
Rhaegar shouted directing Aemond's gaze towards me.

I could only see his shiny, silver hair and a black patch over his eye. But the way he saw me, I believe it was frightening.

The pain began to overtake me as blood continued to pour down my face. I heard someone arguing right next to me. The voices sounded familiar, but I couldn't connect who it was.

Once again I lost the ground under my feet, but this time I was in someone's arms.

- It's okay, you're fine. I got you!

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't resist. I surrendered to whoever took me.

Due to blood loss, I slowly started to faint.

  - Aemma, don't close your eyes listen to me. "Follow my voice, you'll be fine",
I managed to find the strength to ask who it was.

- It's me, it's Aegon, I'm taking you to the maester.

His yelling at the guards to call the maester kept me awake.

...

- Your Grace you need to be alert, I need to make sure the injury is not serious.

Maester Mellos told me what to do, while Aegon lowered me onto the bed. I had to be in a sitting position so he could sew up my wound properly.

- You have landed a dangerous blow. The cut is on your left side in the hair, so the scar will not be visible, there is no need to worry it is nothing serious. Can you hear me, are you awake?