Come Back To Me

Chapter 34

The throne room was echoing with banter from the lords and ladies of the feast. There was no cheering unless the king practically demanded it as he gloated over his victory. Prince Daeron had arrived just moments before the feast to announce with a wide grin the death of Prince Viserys and most like Prince Aegon judging by the wounds his dragon suffered in his escape.

Alicent's eyes instantly went to Aemond, whose eye was wider than ever at the news. Daeron stood proudly next to Aegon, who bragged about his defeat of Grey Ghost, taking one less option for the blacks to claim. The greens were winning finally, the two thought.

But they were the only ones who saw it that way. Everyone was repulsed at the celebration of two little princes dying. Especially at the hands of their own kin. This was who led the realm.

"Oh, and I almost forgot the best part." Daeron smirked as he held up his goblet to the lords and ladies below. "To the death of Lord Jacerys Strong."

Gasps. Whispers. Horror. No one cheered. Except for Aegon and Cole.

"His pathetic dragon got himself killed just before I left." Daeron grinned, sipping his wine like a conqueror while the rest of the room saw the monster a certain one eyed prince always saw. "I suspect our trades should not be interfered with anymore, Your Grace."

"The realm is forever in your debt, brother." Aegon patted Daeron's shoulder proudly, while Daeron just shot Aemond a dark grin.

"I only ask for one thing, my king. Let me be the one to take the little bitch's head." Daeron arched his eyebrow up at Aegon with a determined, mischievous look in his eye.

"Rhaenyra's head is mine to take, Daeron." Aegon shook his head, but Daeron didn't once pull his eyes from Aemond.

"No, no. Not Rhaenyra. Her little bastard with Prince Daemon. Daena." Daeron smirked.

Aemond remained staring back at his younger brother, but didn't once let his composure shift. "If you truly think Tessarion is a match for both her dragons, then by all means. Be my guest, dear brother."

"Which is why you will be joining us in our next battle, brother." Aegon turned to face Aemond with a wide grin. "Let's see if we can lure them both out to play."

And just like that, all the color vanished in Aemond's face.

He hadn't flown Vhagar since...

"I don't fucking care! I am still coming with you!" Jace slammed his fists down onto the Painted Table as Daena tried to block out her little brother's cries from upstairs as their mother cradled him in her arms.

"I said no, Jacerys. I cannot have you traveling on Silverwing for too long. Eventually she won't be alright with someone who is not me riding her." Daena said plainly, avoiding his eyes.

"So that's it? That's it for me?! I have no fucking dragon and now I'm rendered useless in this war?!" Jace was nearly screaming with tears streaming down his face.

"I did not say that. I said you cannot come with me on this mission. Mother needs you here. Helaena needs you here." Daena had hoped the mention of their aunt would calm him down but it only made him throw one of the table pieces against the wall in a fit.

"Jace, calm down!" Baela urged.

"This is your fault, you know! They'd all be alive if it wasn't for that very same cunt we tried to protect you from! I can't believe I ever felt sorry for you! Luke, Jaehaerys, Vermax, Viserys! Their blood is on your hands for not listening to us!" Jace pointed at his older sister with so much resentment she felt like she deserved.