The baby girl was found in the gods wood. Her tiny body wrapped in a thin swaddling cloth, clinging to her delicate skin. Though her features were unmistakably not of their lineage, the king and queen took her in as one of their own. They named her...
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Visera followed the voices, as they got closer she recognized them to be her cousins and Aemond's. She could not tell what was being said but from the yelling, she knew it wasn't good.
Visera picked up the ends of her dress and began to walk faster, being careful not to wake anyone else up.
As soon as she opened the door to the hallway that lead outside, she saw Luke slice Aemond's eye.
A bloodcurdling scream left her lips as she saw Aemond collapse to the floor.
Her scream had probably woke everyone, but she couldn't care less she actually hoped she did wake everyone up.
Visera had pushed Luke out of the way which caused him to fall to the floor, as she was running to her brother. A crack was heard as he landed on his arm.
A part of her felt guilty for pushing the young prince but the other parts didn't really care because of what she just witnessed.
Visera pulled him to her examining his eye, sobs escape her when she sees the damage.
They sat there with his head on her chest, sobbing together. Blood soaked both their clothes while Visera rocked back and forth whispering apologies and I love you's as she rubbed his hair.
Their cousins watch with wide eyes, as the two laid on the hallway floor.
A knight had ran over to them, but neither payed him any mind. As the knight tried to pull the prince away to look at the damage, Aemond held his sister tighter. Never wanting to let go.
The guard soon detached the two, and carried him to a maester.
Visera sat next to Aemond as the Maester began to stitch his eye. She felt guilty. Maybe if she would've got there sooner she could have prevented it, she thought to her self.
Aemond would squeeze her hand when the maester poked the needle through his skin. But she didn't mind, at first he refused scared he would hurt her but Visera convinced him.
He had not said a word to anyone the whole time, well except Visera.
She had streaks on her pale face from the dried tears. Ser Gerald tried to calm her down but Visera just pushed him off, she felt bad but she needed to be next to Aemond. She couldn't leave him.... She just couldn't.
"How could you allow such a thing to happen?." The king questioned the guards, slightly out of breath.
" they were supposed to be in bed, my king." One replied but Visera didn't pay attention to who it was.
