Come Back To Me

Chapter 32

"I want that fucking blockade dealt. Send as many of our men as we can. And I want that little bastard bitch's head." Aegon slammed his fists onto the edge of the table. His council flinched, but Aemond only straightened up more in his seat. Wiping his still bloodied dagger along his trousers. "Daeron, take Tessarion and lead our men. I want every single one of their ships and men obliterated into nothing."

"Your Grace, what of Harrenhal?" Lord Tyland Lannister asked nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with the deranged king. Every day was like this. Rhaenyra was winning the war, even long before it started. And their chosen leader? Drunk and angry 24/7.

"I hear whispers that Prince Daemon is on his way to take his daughter's place at my...beloved home." Larys smirked to himself while his thumb traced over the firefly on his cane. "Most likely the little gem will be returning to Dragonstone. I fear a direct attack on your ancestral home would not be wise, Your Grace."

Aemond smirked to himself, which warranted a nasty look from his usurping brother.

"Oh, do you think this is funny? Your little bastard whore is the reason we're losing this war and you think it's funny we can't attack her?" Aegon was practically foaming at the mouth, but Aemond's face remained stoic as he rose to his feet slowly. The one eyed prince towered over his brother. Not just in height but in his presence. Aegon was impulsive and cruel and pretty much a loose cannon.

While Aemond? Guards went missing every so often. A couple handmaidens had lost their tongues. What did they all have in common? The last one to see them before their tragic fates was Prince Aemond. There were no screams that filled the halls. Just an eerie silence as the prince took his rage out slowly.

"We're losing this war because of you, brother." Aemond said plainly and the whole room went silent. Aegon's death grip was nearly about to rip the edges of the table off. Daeron even stepped forward towards the false king protectively. Aemond's eye flickered over to Daeron briefly before returning to his older brother. "Sending Daeron to fight your war? Does Sunfyre ever plan to make an appearance? Or stay hidden away like some little child?"

Aegon narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, then thought it over for a moment. Daeron tilted his head with a curious look growing on his face.

"What is the point of us having dragons in this war if they're still locked up from the realm?" There was a twinkle in the kinslayer's remaining eye. One none of them understood. Except for one. Alicent. But she said nothing. For now.

If only they all knew the truth, she thought to herself.

"And what about you? D'you plan on killing another little bastard with your dragon or do you simply wish to remain locked up in your chambers?" Daeron scowled.

Aemond's knuckles cracked as his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Oh, apologies, I was busy waiting for an ounce of strategy from our new king."

"You said they have 11 dragons, correct?" Aegon glanced over at Larys.

"As well as 3 wild dragons. I've been told Princess Daena plans to help them be claimed and trained for battle by anyone who is willing." Larys nodded. Alicent's eyes wandered over to her second son, whose fists were nearly shaking with rage at his sides. His scar was twitching uncontrollably.

"Daeron, your orders remain the same. Aemond, keep a watch over King's Landing. When I return with Sunfyre, I had better be winning this fucking war." Aegon downed the rest of his wine and slammed the goblet on the table. Everyone looked at him in confusion as to where he planned on going. "Let's see how Sunfyre likes some of these unclaimed beasts."

Everyone nodded, though Aemond just stared at him. There was no emotion on his face. Just a cold, blank stare.

"Any word on the other man? Cheese or something, I think that's what the little shit said." Daeron looked around, slightly irritated he had to stand. He wasn't a member of his brother's council and neither was Aemond. Yet Daeron was left to stand.