Come Back To Me

Chapter 24

****I am so sorry this is by far my longest chapter, but I was trying not to break up the wedding feast and I wrote way more than I planned. It's a lot, but I really hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I am so proud of this chapter. Also, enjoy a certain one eyed prince's POV finally🥰🥰🥰****

"King Viserys, of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and The First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." Ser Harrold announced as the king was being carried into the feast in his chair.

Everyone rose to their feet in silence, nodding to him as he was sitting up as straight as he could. With what little power remaining in him, he would use it for his grandson and niece's feast.

Any amusement from Daena's face quickly vanished when she watched her grandfather being carried in. Her eyes swelled up with tears though they never fell. She glanced down at her middle finger where the ring he gave her now sat. She toyed with it for a moment before looking back up at Viserys with an appreciative, tearful smile on her face.

Though Aemond's head was facing straight ahead, his eye never left Daena for one moment. He watched that sudden shift in her and felt a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He hated how resentful and hateful Daena had become over the years, not just with him but with his father.

He knew he deserved her hate more than anything else, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Every day since that night he was in agony for what he'd done to her. He hated that he ever laid a finger on her. He hated how he made her bleed. He hated the tears he made her cry.

But the one thing that hurt more than anything, even before he had lost his eye, was the way she called him a monster. That was before she lost her memory. He knew she heard him call Luke a bastard. And he knew he broke his word to her.

He really didn't mean to hurt her. He truly did just want it to stop. He'd lose his eye all over again if that meant nothing would've happened to her. If he hadn't been the reason for her being stripped of her title.

His mother had already made him return to King's Landing when the decision about her being Rhaenyra's heir was made. When he learned of what happened, he remembered bursting through his father's chambers practically on his hands and knees begging.

"Father, please! I am sorry for what I did! Just please do not punish Daena for this!" Aemond was frantic, his remaining eye bloodshot with tears. His scar was throbbing and scorching with pain, but that was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

"It's done, Aemond. I cannot change it unless she regains her memory." Viserys' heart went out to his son, though he was still boiling with rage over the entire past few days he had to endure at the hands of his son and grandchildren.

"You can't! She didn't do anything!" Aemond gripped tightly onto his father's robes desperately.

"Do you think I don't know that, boy?!" Viserys snapped, his voice echoing through his dusty chambers. Aemond stepped back with a small gasp and lowered his head, trying to stifle any of his sobs. And completely failing in doing so. "Do you think I desire to see my granddaughter see me as the stranger who only took more from her?! As some cruel, evil king?! Do you?!"

"N-n-no, Y-your Grace." Aemond stammered. He'd never seen so much anger from his father. Usually his father was a very joyful man, lighthearted. He wasn't close with any of his children with Alicent, but he didn't hate them either. At least that's what Aemond thought until now.

Viserys sighed as he watched his son break before him. In spite of what transpired that evening, he truly felt awful for what happened to Aemond. He was even proud to know his son had claimed Vhagar, but with everything that had occured it would've been in foul taste. He gave Aemond a soft pat on the shoulder, which Aemond flinched to. Viserys had never laid a hand on any of his children, though the same could not be said about his wife. "Come. Sit."