Blood of my Blood ∙ Aegon and Aemond

[007] Daggers in pairs. Mothers in zeros.

For the next few months Rhaella sent ravens to Aegon and Aemond, but they were all shot down before they could reach outside the reaf. She never heard from them as the ravens they sent her were intercepted by her mother.

Rhaella lost hope over time as she stopped trying to send her uncles ravens as she never reconciled with her brothers or cousins. Rhaella hadn't changed much appearance wise, perhaps more sharp and stern looking like Visenya, but she still possessed the cheery smile and laugh when her brothers fell or tripped.

She was forbidden to ride Meraxes as many times she was found trying to escape, in the end, Meraxes did not spread her wings for nearly four years. She was still lean and swift but her stamina had lowered after not flying for so long. Rhaella then attempted to ride Syrax before she was thrown into the sea, nearly drowning before local fisherman caught her and brought her ashore.

Ever since the scene in the village Rhaella was then forced to dye her blond hair brown or not leave the castle for fear of more rumors. Rhaella being the grudge full Rhaella, chose not to leave the castle. She had forgotten about Aegon and Aemond after all those years and began to place her time elsewhere, mostly in reading and carving, brooding and sleeping. If she ever returned to King's Landing, Rhaella was determined to help her grandfather finish his model of Old Valyria.

Rhaenyra was beginning to be flooded with betrothals from across the realm as Rhaella was approaching her seventeenth name day, most girls her age would have been on their second child but not Rhaella. It didn't feel right to her for marrying another man other than someone in her family, but her engagement was held off for too long and Jace needed a queen.

"Rhaella," Rhaenyra called to her from across the dinner table with her sugar sweet tone. She was consumed in her own little world, building a throne out of her mashed potatoes while humming without thought.

"Rhaella!" She shuddered as she dropped her fork and looked up at her mother, humming in response. Rhaenyra didn't know what to say, she had hoped the place of being queen would compensate Rhaella for her loss of the throne as she had never reconciled with her mother. Additionally, Rhaenyra did wanted the relationship with her daughter that she and her mother possessed.

The worst happened when Aegon was born, sharing the same name day as Rhaella, the bells were rung for an entire week as Daemon and Rhaenyra forgot about Rhaella. Daemon had never felt so happy in his life as Aegon was his first son.

Rhaella wasn't mad about her mother forgetting about her name day, more of the fact that the new addition to her family made her blood boil. All the little shit did was cry, eat, and shit, but even for that her mother and Daemon praised Aegon as a young prodigy or coo and babble at him.

"Oh he is so strong."

"Oh he is so smart."

"He looks like a conqueror."

Or praising him for his so called genius traits such as when Daemon called him a prodigy for knowing where her mother's tit was, Rhaella was always fed by the wet nurses, never her own mother. It's not like she minded it. Her mother's bosom was enormous(while she had quite literally nothing, something of which Rhaena always said to tease her.)

Jace and Luke kept fighting over who could hold him while Rhaella was always given the opportunity.

"Ella, would you like to hold Aegon?" Rhaenyra said with a beaming smile as she sat with Daemon standing next to her. Rhaella stood in the corner of the room with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face as her brows were knitted tightly. 

She plotted for his death before flatly replying, "No." Rhaenyra sighed as she wanted Rhaella to learn how to hold and sooth a babe. She was to have her own children when she started to bleed. Rhaenyra looked at her with a disappointing look before pleading, "Please Rhaella, he's asleep, he won't fuss in your arms so you won't drop him." She hummed.