After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Sixty-Six: The Unheard Warning
Aemond Targaryen
A faint smile takes over my lips at the sight of Vhaela in front of me. Her bronze dress sways from side to side with each turn of her hips. Jaehaera and Maelor bounce up and down beside her as they tug on her hands.
Vhaela lets out a laugh as she drags them around in the halls of Maegor's Holdfast. Her unbound silver hair swishes with each little movement she makes. Gods, she is beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms.
And she was mine.
From the weight of my heated gaze, Vhaela turns her head over her shoulder to steal a glance. A small smirk emerges at the mere sight of her expression. It was as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. Perhaps she did.
The sound of little footsteps makes me shift my gaze downward. There Jaehaera beams up at me with her signature faint smile. Her hand reaches up to mine and drags me toward the others. Jaehaera then forces me to spin her around in place which causes a chuff of laughter to escape from me.
She then eagerly asks out. "Can we go to the dragon pit? I want to see Morghul."
My right hand connects with Vhaela as I send her a silent look. I watch as a soft sigh exits her plump lips before she turns down to look at her pleading niece. Jaehaera hops slightly up and down on the tops of her toes as she stares up at my wife.
"After we visit your father, we will take you." Vhaela addressed Jaehaera softly.
"And me! And me!" Maelor interrupts loudly.
He rushes toward me, and my hand immediately shoots out to his head to calm his rapid movement. I stroke his soft silver hair as he bounces around. The pout on his lips reminds me of Aegon when he didn't get his way as a child.
It causes me to shake my head softly as I inform him. "And of course, you."
Maelor lets out a giggle as he reaches for my other hand and tugs on it. He then attempts to drag me down the hallway but grunts as he fails to do so. Vhaela lets out a laugh at our antics which warms my chest.
She steps into my side and her hand moves to rest on top of my chest. Jaehaera then sprints off in the direction of her father's chamber. At the sight of her rushing off Maelor hobbles off to join her. But as they reach the door they come to a stop before two kingsguards.
A soft sigh emits from Vhaela beside me which causes me to tilt my head to place a chaste kiss on her forehead. She hums at the contact and leans further into me as we approach Aegon's chamber door. The guards on either side bow their heads before moving to open the door.
The children rush in silently as they race to the bedside of Aegon. Vhaela moves away from my shoulder and slides her hand down my arm until she intertwines our fingers. I give it a small squeeze before I lead her in the direction of my brother.
