Before the union of Rhaenyra with Ser Laenor Velaryon, an event etched forever in memory took place when Daemon claimed Rhaenyra's innocence in the hidden corners of a brothel, planting a seed of life within the princess rightful to the Iron Throne...
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I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside There's nowhere we can hide No matter what we breed We're still made of greed
Upon returning to her chambers, Rhaella found the parchment paper lying on the ground. Carefully, she retrieved the paper and found a similar writing pattern—it was Helaena's. The young princess questioned whether the parchment was meant for her, or if it even applied to her.
The young woman fled the chambers in search for Aemond. She could almost feel her heart pounding inside her chest, if the words of Helaena were to be true, then she would face an untimely demise.
After the strange conversation with Helaena, the one-eyed prince managed to skin each rose of its thorns and left for Rhaella's chambers. Before he could, the man was bombarded by his fleeing wife, who rushed to his side.
"My love," Rhaella spoke in fits of sobs. "I found this in my chambers," she said, holding the piece of parchment paper in her hand.
The man sighed, taking the paper and reading it for himself. "What is this?"
Impatient, the princess snatched the paper back. "I recognize the writing, this is Helaena's. I know of your sister. I have heard the stories. The girl is a seer from the Gods."
Aemond chuckled, unaware of the woman's blabbering. "Oh, my love. My sister is hysterical, this means nothing," he asserted, gesturing to the piece of parchment.
"You once told me she predicted the loss of your eye."
"That was a mere coincidence," Aemond grew defensive.
She inhaled sharply. "The night I claimed Vermithor, I found a similar note in Helaena's coat, and it predicted I would soar the skies at dawn. She knew, Aemond."
"Perhaps it was something from a book she read," the man defended.
The woman shook her head, sobbing more than before. "You haven't any idea of how frightened I am. I only began living, I am afraid to die."
For a moment, Aemond considered Rhaella's assertions. Until he could further understand the situation, he vowed to put the woman's angst at ease. His voice soft and assuring, he promised, "I will never let anyone, or anything hurt you. So long as I live, you will be safe."
"What if you are not there when my life is threatened? I must fend for myself. It's a dangerous time to be a woman in the kingdom. I want to learn sword fighting." Rhaella voiced.
The prince's mouth hung agape. He wasn't quite sure what to make of his wife. "It's more dangerous to wield a weapon than to be a woman in the kingdom."
"No, it is unequivocally more dangerous to be a helpless woman held at the mercy of a sword than to be a woman trained in sword fighting," she added.
Aemond chuckled. "We have dragons, what need is there to know fighting with a sword? The dragons are our greatest weapon."
