The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

The Battle of the Dragonseeds

138 - King's Landing

Visenya didn't know what she was feeling. The overwhelming emotions of grief and anger in her stomach. She doesn't know how things have gotten this bad, how she has lost two brothers, one by her husband's dragon and the other by her fleet, and how her family is set on destroying each other over a stupid chair made of stupid swords.

The Riverland army had made quick work of surrounding the city's gates—the largest cluster of men in front of the Gate of the Gods. The small dragon that is Seasmoke can be seen flying in the sky, and no doubt that is the reason that the soldiers of the crown were not initiating violence with the Reds.

Visenya and Ben noted the apparent lack of the monstrous Vhagar as Morghon landed just outside the camp. The ride from the Westerlands had been silent, Visenya not uttering a single word and only focusing on the sky before her.

Ben is careful as he jumps off Morghon, staring up at Visenya and waiting for her to dismount her dragon. Maybe he would have stayed on Morghon to ensure she got off Morghon first; part of him worries that she will take off and set King's Landing ablaze or maybe even Dragonstone.

Relief fills Ben as Visenya dismounts Morghon, and Rob joins his side.

"I trust that you had fun in the West," Rob breaks the silence as Visenya moves away from her dragon. Morghon quickly takes off and joins Cannibal in the sky. Neither Ben nor Visenya answered Rob, leaving him wondering if his question was inappropriate. "What?"

"Prince Jacaerys is dead," Visenya informs Rob, eyes scanning the army behind her two friends.

Rob looks to Ben, who nods to confirm Visenya's words. He had seen the Prince being shot out of the sky and then eaten by Cannibal; he heard the scream Visenya had let out, the commands she had shouted from Morghons back.

Rob takes a deep breath; he knows that not a single one of the lords loyal to Visenya would blame her for the death, that they would blame someone else. But Rob would have to do some damage control if Visenya had been the one to kill the prince.

The hand of the Queen straightens himself as he leans closer to Visenya; he does not want only one outside the circle to hear his words.

"Were you the one to-"

"My brother is dead, and you want to know if I was the one to do it? What? Are you scared that I will be labelled a Kinslayer?" Visenya cuts Rob off, her tone, unlike anything she had taken with him. A look he does not recognize burns in her eyes as she steps towards him; Rob would have been worried that Visenya would harm him if she had a woman on her body, but lucky for him, he does not.

"My Queen-"

"It was the Ironborn; they shot him out of the sky," Visenya finally tells him, her voice breaking towards the end of her sentence. "It's my fault; I gave them scorpions. I should have made him return to Dragonstone or just given him the victory,"

Ben and Rob share a look, worry spreading through them as they realize that Visenya is breaking. Ben is the first to move, stepping before Visenay as he grabs her arm. Aemond would be the best person to calm her down but he is nowhere to be seen.

"Visenya, you can not lose it now, not when we are this close to winning," Ben tells her, his voice low and calm, hoping his calmness affects her.

"I didn't want anyone to die. I didn't want my family to kill each other," She says, more to herself than to Rob or Ben. Her voice cracks as she speaks, tears threatening to spill.

"Then you have to take the throne, stop this war and prevent anyone else from dying," Ben tells her, wanting her to realise that she does have the power to stop the killing.