Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Our Last Dragon

Chapter Seventy-Seven~ Our Last
Dragon

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The pain she felt was excruciating. Like someone had took hold of a blade and pushed it through her. Rhaella was sure she could faint from it, that she would soon slip into unconsciousness if she took the hand that pain offered her.

But if she did grab onto it, let it pull her away, then the unknown would take it away, take the baby away.

So she forced herself forward, kneeling by the base of the bed and gripping hard onto the wooden frame.

She let out a blood curdling scream, one loud enough to spit flames of fear into the tortured souls of Harrenhall.

"Aemond!" She screamed, hoping that from beyond the closed door he would hear her. They had no servants here, all that remained was a stable boy, a cook and a single serving girl who didn't know her left foot from her right.

But there was, Gabriel.

And he had heard her, wailing and crying for the passed half hour.

"My Lady?" He said once he entered the room, panic setting over his features when he saw her on the floor.

Blankets of sweat covered her body, and showers of tears rained down her face. Her cheeks were tainted rouge and her hair flew wildly around her face.
He knew it was improper, for him, a little boy to offer the princess assistance whilst she was clearly in discomfort. He should fetch Aemond.
But to leave her here now, whilst her body and mind tortured one another, was just cruel.

"What is it lady?!" Gabriel panicked, rushing to kneel by her side.

"It's too early!" Rhaella gritted, before sobbing out again. "She's too early, there's another moon to pass."

Rhaella had been cooped up at harrenhall now for two months. Aemond and herself had made no effort to reconcile with one another after their last argument, he spent most of his time patrolling the area on Vhagar.

When she closed her eyes, somewhere in the dark abyss of a non reality and false hopes, she saw her son again.

Aerys.

"Come and get us mother, we're waiting for you." The voice was happy, yet the words were dangerous. "Just come with us."

"Aerys." Rhaella smiled, her words growing weak. "My little boy."

"I'm not little now mother." Aerys said.

She could see him again. His neck cut, his shirt bloody.

"No, of course not my boy." Rhaella smiled, but she let out another heart wrenching cry, she couldn't push, there was something stopping her. "Please." She whispered, yelling out again soon after.

"Come with me mother." Aerys said, stroking her hair. "Please."

"Let them keep your sister." Rhaella breathed. "Let them keep her."

"She will be safer with us." Aerys said, fiddling with her chain. "There is no war here."

"No war." Rhaella repeated. "No war."

Then it seemed as though her soul had been split.

One remained screaming in pain in her first reality. Then the second went dancing toward the afterlife.

She was trapped between the two.

She heard Aerys call after her.

She heard Aemond call out to her.