Their souls might have split upon their births, but they never stopped burning as one.
Aemma and Aemond were meant to live together, die together, to burn as one.
But when war breaks out, they have to make a choice.
Is their hatred for each othe...
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"How could you allow such a thing to happen ?" Viserys asked sitting on the driftwood throne.
A maester was sewing Aemond's wound and the prince grimaced in pain. "I will have answers !" He spoke again and lord commender westerling replied. " The children were supposed to be abed my king."
" Who had the watch ?" He asked again.
" Young prince was attacked by his own cousins your grace." Ser Criston Cole responded.
" You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood !" Viserys shouted standing up on his cane.
" King's guard had never have to defend princes from princes and princesses your grace." Criston replied and the king shouted again.
Aemma was looking at her friend, she couldn't recognize him, he was just, pain and hatred. As was she, unless no one was attending to her wound because no one had seen it. She was not the one screaming in pain when the guards arrived.
She was in pain and wanted help but she was scared of what would happen to her brothers now.
" It will heal maester, will it not ?" Alicent spoke with teary eyes looking at her son.
Aemond was doing his best not to look as hurt as he was by the needle.
" the flesh will heal, but the eye is lost your grace." The maester replied and the queen almost cried heartbroken. She stood and shouted at her eldest child before slapping him and accusing him of being a fool.
Suddenly lord Corlys and princess Rhaenys appeared from the stairs. " What is the meaning of this ?!" He asked, shouting.
" Baela ? Rhaena ?" Rhaenys approached her granddaughters before seeing Aemma. " Aemma !"
She approached her and looked at her wound making everyone gaze at it. "Why isn't anybody taking care of the princess ?!" She shouted when she saw all the blood Aemma had lost.
The king then realized the state of his granddaughter and everyone's attention shifted to her. " What happened to you sweet child ?"
Aemma didn't respond anything and watched the maester approach her in fear. " Who did this to you child ?" Corlys asked.
Aemma opened her mouth several times but couldn't find the strength to speak it. He meant to murder her she kept repeating herself.
" I asked you a question Aemma." The king spoke again and Rhaenys stood to protect her granddaughter. " Cousin, look how scared she is. She is in pain let her take her time."
The king sighed and turned towards the rest of the children before yelling again. "Who tried to kill my granddaughter ?"
" Aemond did." Baela spoke up. " She wanted to stop him from hitting Luke with the rock and—..." Baela's voice went down as he saw the needle piercing through her cousin's skin.
