The Dance Of Sapphires

7 - The Chaos Of The Dragons

Jaerionna

I was taken to the main hall. Me and my brothers were hugging together in a corner. Aemond was getting stitched. Alicent looked at me with shock and hate. She started hating me, she never expected me to do a thing so cruel. 

My grandsire was yelling at Ser Harrold and Ser Criston for not taking care of us. "How could you allow such things to happen?!" He demanded an answer. "I will have answers!"

"The princes and princesses were supposed to be abed, My King." Ser Harrold answered. I grasped Lucerys' hand stronger, hoping to finally leave the place. I understand that the thing I did, was not good, but it has been just self defense.

"Who had the watch?" King Viserys questioned harshly. Ser Criston Cole stepped forward "The young prince, was attacked by his own blood, Your Grace." He looked at me with disgust, just like many people here did.

Others with pity, but I enjoyed disgust far more. If people look at you with pity, then it's really bad, it means that your future will be effected. But if it's disgust, it's easier to forget that.

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!" The king shouted. "I am very sorry, Your Grace." Ser Harrold apologized for both of the guards. "The Kingsguard have never had to defend princes from princesses, Your Grace." Ser Cole said quite rudely.

Now the king was truly mad he stepped closer to Criston, as to further scare him. "That is no answer!"

Alicent, the only one who truly cared for Aemond, turned to the Maester that was stitching the boy and asked "It will heal, will it not, maester?" The maester sighed deeply. "The flesh will heal," he said and I saw hope fill Alicent's face, but it all soon washed away, once the maester opened his mouth to speak again "But the eye is lost."

Alicent took a few steps back, horrified, of what had I done. She turned to me and made me watch her eyes of disappointment. Then she looked at her eldest son. "Where were you?" She questioned sternly, much like the king.

"Me?!" Aegon asked in a high pitched voice, with pure confusion written on his face. The queen raised her hand and slapped her son across his face. "What was that for?" he gasped. 

"That was nothing, compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool!" Alicent scolded her child.

The doors busted open and lord Corlys with princess Rhaenys walked in the hall, demanding an explanation. "What is the meaning of this?" Rhaenys went to her granddaughters, who ran into her arms.

The doors opened again and my mother and Daemon stepped through them, making an entrance that sent whispers above the hall. My mother ran to us and bent down to our level. She saw my bloody hands, that looked like I had slaughtered a pig and gasped. Then looked at my brothers' faces and gasped again.

"Jaerionna, Jace!" Then she looked at Lucerys, who I was still holding. She looked at his bloody nose and demanded "Show me, show me." She talked with us softly and with worry. She looked at me just like she always did, but she soon will look at me just like all of them, like I'm a monster.

"Who did this?" She asked loudly, so everyone could hear her anger. "They attacked me!" Aemond yelled from his chair, in the middle of the hall. "He attacked Baela!" Jace shouted back. All of them started yelling at each other and none could make any answer on what might have happened.

"He stole my mother's dragon!" Rhaena accused. "Enough!" The king tried to put an end to this. But none heard him.

"He was going to kill Jace!" "I didn't do anything!" Aemond defended himself. "Enough!" The king yelled again, this time louder. I stayed quiet during all the mess "Let my son tell the tale!" The queen pleaded.