Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Dragonstone

Chapter Ninety-One~ Dragonstone

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"What are you doing?" Rhaynera seethed as Rhaella stood before her. "I thought,

"You thought wrong." Rhaella replied. Her expression was blank, and her eyes reflected her empty soul. "If you for one second thought I would join you after being responsible for the death of my child, then you prove that you do not know me at all."

Rhaynera struggled against her restraints, but her eyes held her heart's defiant strength. "Your husband killed my boy." She shouted. "Your grandfather had my sons murdered."

Rhaella shook her head. "Know your enemy." She said. "I killed Jacaerys, and I kept Viserys."

Rhaynera's expression widened. "What?!"

But Rhaella ignored her. "Your bastards could not inherit that throne, at first it was an accident but then I realized that if your strong sons ever wore the crown then the realm would have plunged into chaos, every bastard could have come forward claiming their right be the same as your sons."

"You have doomed yourself anyway." Rhaynera laughed. "You greens have no heir, and unless Aegon plans to stick his cock in you, then my Aegon will be king."

Rhaella struck her sister across the cheek, for the insult of her own name. And Aemonds.
"This is why you are in chains and I am not." She whispered, gripping Rhaynera's chin. "Your Aegon will wear the crown, as will your son Viserys but it will be my blood that runs stronger through the veins of every dragon born to the throne."

Rhaella nodded to the soldiers, and they followed her up the steps to the main doors.

They passed bodies of Men Rhaella did not care to learn the names of, but Rhaynera seemed to be outraged by their deaths.

It seemed almost instinct, that she knew where to go. And she followed through the halls, past lounge rooms and odd corridors twisting round to sleeping quarters, to the main seat.

The chair was carved into the stone, instead of being carved from it. It pointed toward the right wall, which stood tall and black. Behind it was a triangular window with strange patterns pressed into the glass.
Sculptures of Dragons were weaved through the hall, stone jaws of beasts creating an arch over the stone throne.

Aegon had always been handsome, more than that, Beautiful.

His eyes were so sorrowful in the most ethereal way that that wrapped a cord around your heart and pulled whilst you became lost in them.
They were always glazed over, that they appeared glass like.

His face itself was sharp, crafted by the heavens and it wore expressions of great sadness.

He was such a beautiful picture, painted with colours of pain and pride.

But as Rhaella got closer, she saw the healed burns across his face, which stole a substantial amount of art away from his beauty.
His fingers were burnt and so was majority of the left half of his head, it reached over to his purple eye, the white of his sclera had turned blood red, and she wondered if he could see from it at all.

Aegon squinted his eyes, and he saw the familiar curve in her hip, one he had always noted to admire, as she walked closer and his heart bled in relief.

"Rhaella!" Choked out, it was followed by a chesty cough. "My dear, you have returned to us!"

"That I have Brother." Rhaella smiled, approaching him and pulling him softly to her embrace, she noticed the scratches up his neck, raw and red, evident they were new.
She turned to Larys Strong then, a pungent looking man who seemed all too comfortable with his place by her brother. "Who did that?"