Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Fury of Bronze

Chapter Seventy-Eight~Fury of Bronze

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Rhaella waited for two weeks for any sign of illness from her new baby. Anything that was cause for concern. Aemond too had taken extra precautions, he would only rest when Rhaella insisted that she would not. He kept a sword by his side at all times, Rhaella had to scold him for hiding one under the blankets in Vissera's crib.

But now, she had returned from the kitchen with a plate of food for herself and Aemond, and she saw that all was well enough.

Vissera lay, sleeping soundly on Aemonds chest. Her father rested a hand on the skin of his daughters back, him too letting out soft snores as he slept.

A flash of her other children appeared then. Elaena with her head in a book, leaning with her back on her fathers arm. Vaegon with his wooden dragon by the bottom of the bed, making playful sounds of battle. Aegor lay on his back between Aemond's legs, babbling to himself. She even saw Aerys, not how she did these days. As he was before he died. He was sat, kneeling next to Aemond, drawing patterns over Vissera's skin.

And she felt her home return to her heart then. It was a warm feeling, comfort and love. She longed for it to be this way. But it could not. Forever a piece of her heart would be missing, an empty space longing to be filled with a stolen treasure. But alas it could not be.

How could it be, that she was destined to feel this way. Targaryens were Gods amongst men, but whenever she thought of her kin, all she saw was sorrow and rage. There had been not a single Targaryen who had never faced this sickening feeling that only mankind should feel.

Since the beginning from Aegon, since the end of her name. There would not be a single Targaryen that knew a forever happiness. Perhaps that was the cost of dragons. Suffering for all eternity.

"I think she's hungry." Aemond sighed, a smiled shadowing his lips and he looked down on Vissera, crying slightly on his chest.

Rhaella laughed softly, before walking to the side of the bed. Vissera was a tiny thing. She had pale milky skin, and a moon kissed mess of hair sprouting from her head. Her eyes were a mirror of her fathers, one as blue as the sapphire stone bedded in his left eye, the other as purple as the amethyst shade that was reflected in his right.

"Did you find what you were looking for." Aemond said, sitting as he passed his daughter over to her mother. "The fruit?"

Rhaella nodded as she took the babe. "The Maester is preparing it into a paste, he insisted on another remedy, he believes that it's greyscale."

"And you don't believe it to be?" Aemond said, watching as Rhaella fed their child.

Rhaella shook her head. "Greyscale, is grey." Rhaella stated, running her thumb over the marking. "Not blue, and it isn't actual scales." She said. "Look at this and tell me you believe it to be any other than what you know it to truly be."

"But if it is, then the Gods should have taken her, she should have been born like the rest of them, born with a tail through her heart and stumps on her back." Aemond said. "And I thank the heavens every hour that she was born healthy, but I cannot help but dread the hour they take her away."

Rhaella lifted Vissera then, comforting her when she let out a soft cry at the loss of milk on her gums. "Look at that." Rhaella said, holding the baby's back to Aemond's view. On Vissera's back was something they did not manage to notice until an hour after her birth. The same blue shade, scale like markings, mirrored on the blades of her back. They looked like clipped wings, cut down to the skin, so that not even stump was left. Just the strange texture of scales marking her back. They were such an exotic sight, so beautiful that perhaps she was a gift, a reflection of Valyria's Dragons instead of their riders. "That is not Greyscale."

Aemond nodded, understanding that Rhaella knew what she was speaking off, more than he did in fact. "And the paste?"

"Shouldn't be too long." Rhaella said, letting the babe back to her breast.

Their attention was taken then to a loud banging at the door.

"My lady!" It was Gabriel, his voice sounded desperate. "My lady there are Dragons!" He shouted through the wood. "Two Dragons, they are just outside!"

Aemond rushed to grab his sword from next to the bed. Rhaella swaddled the baby back in her linen and placed her back in the crib, tying the sting on the front of her dress.

Rhaella opened the door, revealing the young boy. "Stay with her Gabriel, if the door does not knock four times, then you must run through the ladies way passage and free into the forest, and then you must try onto Dragonstone, take this so they know it was I who sent you." She said handing the boy her knife.

She urged him toward her sleeping daughter, before shutting the door. Closing them off to hope, hope that she would return to see them both alive and well.

"Who might it be?" Rhaella questioned, rushing to keep up with Aemond's long strides

"Nobody who is friend to us, even if they are foe to her." Aemond replied. "Helaena Is dead, Aegon has been without Sunfyre for months, and nobody has received word from Daeron in weeks, you said so yourself." Aemond replied, navigating the two of hem through the dark halls.

"And what are we to do if it is the blacks?' Rhaella retorted. "Accept our deaths while our daughter sleeps soundly upstairs."

Aemond smirked back at her then, causing his wife to wonder why her husband was smiling in a situation like this. "You said you would welcome death with open arms."

Rhaella scoffed as she continued to follow him. "Yes I did, but only when I called for it."

"Well then let's see what happens, because I have been going mad waiting for one of these cunts to show up." The prince replied

But the never would know what would've happened that day, had it been the blacks that arrived to carry out judgement.

Instead it was a fury of bronze that arrived on the stone walls of Harrenhall, a fury of bronze here to carry out judgement.

Rhaella felt her heart burst at the sight of her beast, his eyes glowing shades of gold under the dark night sky.

"Vermithor." She whispered before rushing to her beast.

His claws were bedded into the stone of Harrenhal, and he balanced himself upon a roof top, and when his bonded approached him, he lean his long neck down so that he could see her better.

"Vermithor." She smiled, reaching a hand up to stroke the tip of his snout. "I am sorry."

The dragon let out a huff in reply, eyes glimmering a trace of forgiveness. Bu Rhaella could see something else dancing around his golden eyes. He had come back to her yes, but he had come fo a reason.

Then she remembered what Gabriel had said, two dragons.

"Rhaella." Aemond whispered as he came to her side, snapping her from thoughts. "Look."

The Princess turned her head just in time to see her bonded's bronze wing lift, revealing a blur of dark midnight blue and a pool of jade green eyes.

By the gods she hadn't seen those blue scales and green eyes in what felt like years. They had belonged to a missing heart she held onto. A heart she would forever keep.

Axus.

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