Nefarious || Aemond Targaryen

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A strong grip held her back as she so desperately tried to run to her mother. It was dark and gloomy down in the crypt, the only source of light being the dimly lit torches. Around her stood men, countless men, but she couldn't tell who they were, they were faceless. Two of those faceless men were gripping onto her two baby brothers, Aegon and Viserys, who were both crying hysterically.

Snapping her head back to her mother, she sees a couple of tears streaming ever so lightly down her cheek, a look of longing etched onto her face. Directly in front of her was a dragon, not just any random dragon, Sunfyre. Aemma's blood ran cold. No, no, no, she thought too herself.

All of a sudden she feels a weight on her arm, looking down she sees that a small baby had appeared out of nowhere. The baby couldn't have been more than two months old and Aemma's eyes grow wide the she sees a Stark pin on the blanket holding it together. The baby was her child with Cregan.

The sound of boots walking on the stone floor cause her to look up from the baby. Ahead of her was a much more gruesome image. It was Cregan, covered in blood, a child in his arms, a dead child, no older than two years.

Aemma shakes her head, refusing to believe what was in front of her. "No."

"You killed him, Aemma." he says, not a single ounce of emotion in his voice. "Our son is dead, and it's all your fault."

"No!" she gasps, her eyes welling with tears. "I would never."

"It is all your fault Aemma." another voice calls out. Snapping her head in the direction of where the voice came from she sees that there are three figures standing beside Sunfyre. Three faceless figures, but she could recognize them anywhere. It was Aegon, Aemond and Helaena. "Everyone is going to die and it's all your fault."

"Any last words, Rhaenyra?" the figure that looks like Aegon asks.

"No!" Aemma shouts. "Aemond, stop him, please! You know this isn't right!"

He says nothing, his faceless figure remains without movement, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Helaena, sweet Helaena, please don't let him do this!"

She remained silent as well, Aemma was desperate, hysterical even. There were whispers echoing in the crypt, the same sentence had been repeating itself over and over since the beginning, but just now did she really listen. 'Black and Green will come together, Black and Green will overcome.'

Every ounce of fury she once held towards her mother dissipated. Using every ounce of strength she had, she desperately tried escaping from the faceless mans grasp, but it was no use. She was going to watch her mother die in front if her.

Rhaenyra turned to face her, tears streaming down her face now more than before. "I'm sorry I failed you, my sweet child, my first born. I'm so, so sorry."

"Dracarys."

Before anything could happen, Helaena was suddenly standing directly in front of her, no longer faceless, she could feel her hot breaths on her face. "Black and Green did not come together, we will all burn."

Just as the word 'burn' left her mouth, she disappeared into thin air and Sunfyre's fiery breath roared forth like an inferno, scorching her mother. The air crackled with heat, and the acrid scent of burning filled the surroundings. Her baby brothers cries filled her ears as the world around her seemed to crumble into fragments. Time slowed to a crawl, and everything else faded into a blur. Her mother, the one who had been her pillar of strength and love, now lay before her, burnt to a crisp.