Blood of my Blood ∙ Aegon and Aemond

[005] I am not a warrior

The days at Dragonstone were long and monotonous, Rhaella no longer had her friends or father so she did what she did best, mope, brood, and do nothing. All attempts at torturing her brothers were failed as Daemon would unleash his fury upon her, nevertheless, Rhaella drank and slept. 

Daemon had enough of Rhaella's moping and decided to finally act, Rhaenyra was with child so he couldn't allow her to risk losing the babe over some disobedient child. He walked to Rhaella chambers and kicked open her doors to find her half drunk in her bed. 

"Get up." 

"Fuck off," she said flat toned. He walked over and flung open the drapes to Rhaella groaning in pain, "Whatever it is, it can wait...I still have a fucking a hangover," Daemon was at a loss of words, "You are a princess, you have duties." 

"Of which I am ceaselessly reminded of," she mumbled quietly. 

"What?" 

"Which I am ceaselessly reminded of, " Rhaella said loudly as she played with the scab on her arm, he walked over to her dresser and threw her a pair of boots, trousers and a white tunic. "Ew, these smell," he rolled his eyes commanded, "Three minutes, in the yard," before storming out. 

I'm just so fucking tired.

Is it so hard to just get out of bed? Get up Rhaella. Get up. Get yourself up for them.  

For who?

For your family. They love you so much. So, so, so much.

Rhaella sighed as she turned to the window and got up. Her nightgown was tainted with dried blood from her cut at the arms and feet. She walked to her window and climbed onto the still, looking out into the vast sea that never seemed to end.

She looked down at the drop into the waters. Would it hurt? Will it be painful? Or would it be like relief .

Rhaella trembled as she took a deep breath, her heart sped up so quickly she could hear it in her throat as tears streamed down her tired face.

Maybe I'll see father. Maybe I'll he'll kiss me and send me back. It wouldn't hurt to try. It's not like anyone ever cared anyways.

As a strong gust of wind blew over her, Rhaella gasped as she pushed herself back, landing on the stone floors of her bedroom as she back away from her window in fear.

Rhaella threw on her clothes before she staggered to her feet and groaned in pain, her ribs had been broken by her stinking brothers and half-sisters. She pulled her hair into a low braid and walked out of her chambers with a sour look on her face, one that never seemed to leave. 

When Rhaella finally got to the training yard, she had took exactly thirty minutes to arrive. She stumbled and got lost repeatedly, needing to ask for directions from maids. Though she had stayed on Dragon Stone for a considerable amount of time, Rhaella still did not know her way around the castle as she rarely left her chambers. 

"Your here, took you long enough," Daemon said insulted as Rhaella squinted her eyes and said, "Still don't remember asking uncle." Her brothers stood there in armour and wooden swords as they looked at her smugly before Rhaella rolled her eyes and looked them up and down. 

"What the fuck are they doing here?" Daemon cringed as Jace and Luke pouted looking down. "Rhaella, you were once a exceptionally good warrior for your age, fencing, archery, and close combat dagger is it?" 

Rhaella snorted as she tapped her foot and sighed, "Correction, although I don't expect for you to know. I wasn't a warrior, I didn't go to the battlefield, additionally I haven't practised in forever." Rhaella admitted she had began to become chubby compared to what she looked like before but she still did not remember giving a single fuck. Not one, not two. None.