Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Longing

Chapter Eighty~ Longing

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Daeron Targaryen was the perfect image of a Targaryen prince. Strong silver locks, trimmed to compliment his bone structure, his eyes were purple whirlpools to a stream that lead to Old Valyria.

Yet his political agenda was clear by the colour of his cloth. Deep forest green to provide an insight on where his loyalties were, when concerning the crown.

He was raised away from his siblings which would most likely explain his lively spirit and lack of hostility.
Yet the ways of Old town only go so far, even the proper, lavish lifestyle set in the minds of his hosts, had not managed to subside the burning flames of dragon blood that ran deep in his veins.

He was a kind and gentle with those he cared for, but cautious and clever with those he did not.

And now as he stood before his brother and his sister, he wished so deeply he had been allowed to spend his youth growing alongside them.

"So sorry to disturb you." The youngest green prince said, his usual wit evident in his voice.

"Daeron?" Rhaella said when her eyes set on her brother. "By the Gods what are you doing here?" She said rushing over to him.

"I took a chance on the last letter I received from our mother." Daeron replied, kissing his sister's cheek before turning to Aemond. "Brother."

"Daeron." Aemond said bluntly. His hand went to the shaft of his sword, knuckles pressing through the skin. "We haven't heard from you in some time, why is it now you have come to us?"

Rhaella watched carefully as untrusting glances were exchanged between the two princes. Aemond was never quick to trust, he had a gaurd that only Rhaella had managed to slip past. And though Daeron was his brother, Aemond did not know the young prince. Their youth had been spent separately, meaning they did not know the ways of one another.

And in times like these, one could not be too careful.

"Would it be too much trouble to ask for wine and hot food?" Daeron said, his usual crooked smile on his lips, he ignored the way his older brother looked at him and again turned to his sister. "And I wonder if I might see my new niece or nephew?" He said when he noticed her bump had began to shrink in size once again.

"I'll have the cook prepare you a broth, to warm you up." Rhaella said when she saw the coldness of the nights sky tears dotted on her brothers skin. "And yes, you may see her." She smiled.

"Another niece." Daeron said. "You'll have a new generation of Dragon riders, completely sired from the two of you at this rate." His voice was light, but his mind was confused when he saw the knowing glances between his siblings.

"Tesserion, where is she?" Aemond asked, looking around.

"I thought it be best she resided in the woods." Daeron replied, following after his sister when she headed for the castle.

"Hm." Aemond replied.

"Fetch the prince some soup, and meat." Rhaella ordered when she saw the serving girl passing through the halls with fresh linen for the beds. "He must be tired after his journey and I wish for him to be comfortable here, have a room prepared for him with a fire." She said, the word fire sounded like a warning when spoken in the walls of Harrenahall, and they seemed to be a curse when you noticed the blackened stone, tainted by the ghost of a sinful flame.

They arrived in the Grand chamber, the room of Rhaella and Aemond. And the regent took his younger brother to speak on the balcony outside, whilst Rhaella fed her daughter. Once the food had arrived, Rhaella placed her girl back in her crib and joined Daeron and Aemond by the fire.

"Rumors have began to spread that Aegon is dead." Daeron said, before shoving another spoon full off broth in his mouth. "Tis said they call for Rhaynera's head, they believe both of my sisters to be dead, and by the emptiness of imagination and dream lore in these walls, I believe is safe to say that my eldest sister is no longer with us."

Rhaella took a breath. "Our family has suffered some great losses these past moons."

"You would know." Aemond said, smirking in to his goblet when Rhaella shot him a look off warning.

"And what of my Mother, what of your children and Aegon and Helaena's?" Daeron said, sipping on his wine.

Aemond stood from his chair then, heading over to the crib of where his daughter lay. "Rhaella was the last to see them all, I have received no word on any members of my blood, except the ones that sit in this room now." He reached into the cot, and lifted Vissera to his arms, before taking a seat again so that she might sleep more comfortable by the fire.

"Ray?" Daeron said, purple eyes hopeful.

Daeron had always been caught at the idea of his family. He longed to have them, too know them, whether he liked them or not. It is a very human thing in fact, to long after things you cannot have. Because from the age of ten and two he was sent to live with a family he did not know, which was strange for most to see, as Alicent Hightower had all of her other children married to one another by that age. In truth it was because she did not know what to do with him. If Rhaynera brought forward a daughter, then her son would most likely be married to the girl, at least if he was sent away from everything he once loved, it would most likely minimise that risk.

But then that was the problem. Daeron was longing after the family he left, not the one he had returned too.

"Aegon is lost to the kingdom, where he resides now is a mystery." Rhaella said, picking at her nails, feeling the burning sensation of the sting as she hacked away at her delicate hands. "Our Grandsire, and hand is dead as is our sister, Helaena. When I fled the red keep, our mother was confided to her chamber, I do not know what fate has chosen for her at present."

"Then we take back the keep." Daeron said, watching as Aemond and Rhaella shared a look.
"The common folk curse the clouds under which Rhaynera rules, they say she murdered the gentle queen to feel the rough iron from the throne pierce her own skin." His voice reflected that of a warrior and a diplomat.
"They want a green on the throne, whether Rhaynera likes it or not." He sighed.
"They house two Dragons, we have three, so we take back the keep, ash and bone if we must, but we will have you crowned King and Queen by the months end." Daeron smiled.
"Your son, Vaegon will be heir and one day king, where is the little devil anyway?"

Rhaella could hear the drumming of her heart, questions to a song she had no answer to. "Our heirs are no longer with us."

"Dead?" Daeron said, his face draining of all colour.

"No." Aemond replied. "Gone, we do not know where."

Daeron turned to Rhaella, and he could see the broken shards of her heart bedded in her tired eyes. "Then we take it anyway, They will stand no chance against us, and then once they are dealt with we burn every man, woman and army who stood for the black claim, it will be done within days, and then perhaps we may continue as we were."

Aemond and Rhaella let his words sink in. Gods truth he was right. Two against two would not have a certain outcome, but with the arrival of the Green's blue queen and her daring rider, the odds began too shift in their favour.

But as Rhaella was about to agree, Aemond spoke, his next words surprising her.

"I agree with you brother." The regent said. "But first I must ask something of you."

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