The wind was blowing, and storm clouds were gathering on the horizon. The waves berated the cliffs of Dragonstone, and the dragons on hilltops bellowed at the harsh conditions. This did not stop the royalty of Dragonstone from having a proper Valyrian funeral. Visenya stood before the small pyre, watching the flames dance in the wind, ignoring her silver hair whipping her face.
Beside her stood her husband, Aemond; he may not have known the babe for more than a day, but his heart still broke all the same. The gods claimed this young couple's first child and likely many more to come.
"We should head inside," Aemond broke the silence. The funeral had ended over an hour ago, and the last person left not long after that. Visenya and Aemond were the last left, watching as the fire began to die.
"The storm draws near," Aemond spoke again, hoping to break Visenya from her trace.
Visenya had not spoken a word throughout the procession, choosing to remain silent, and still has not said a word. Aemond stayed by her side, but now even he was beginning to feel the delicate raindrops hitting his face.
"I cannot leave him alone here," Visenya whispered, refusing to break eye contact from the dying flames.
"He rests with the gods now, please," Aemond begged, standing before his wife, "you'll fall ill if we stay here any longer."
Visenya finally looked at her husband, staring deeply into his pleading eye—a single nod. The couple spoke their final goodbyes to their child and left the hilltop and the funeral pyre that would soon be ash.
Once inside, the falling rain and battering winds echo the walls but are drowned out by the light chatter within a nearby room. "Do we want to join them?" Aemond asked, taking Visenya's wet coat from her.
"Later," she said, making a beeline for her chambers, Aemond following closely behind.
Aemond softly closes the door, requesting they not be disturbed. Visenya seats herself on a chair in front of the fireplace, kicking off her shoes and closing her eyes. Aemond takes a seat on the sofa next to her, waiting carefully for the chance to speak.
"Speak it plainly," Visenya spoke without opening her eyes, "I know you wish to say something."
She wasn't a fool. Visenya knew ever since Aemond arrived that he had many questions that only she could answer. She knew this talk was inevitable, and yet she wished it had not come so soon.
Aemond jumps. He did not expect her to know what he was thinking so clearly. For seven moon turns, he wondered how this conversation would go–screaming, crying, objects being thrown, yet none of his imagined scenarios compared to the utter calmness of this situation.
"Why was I not told?" Aemond asked his most burning question.
Visenya's face scrunches in confusion, and she looks to Aemond, expecting a smile on his face, but there is no such thing. "I did not tell you at first, but I wrote you almost everyday, how did you not know?" Visenya questioned, sitting upright.
"Wrote me?" It was now Aemonds' turn to be confused, "I never received a single letter from you."
The pair look at each other, both as equally confused. "Did you write me?" Visenya now asked.
"Everyday."
Both their minds were spinning. They had both written to each other and had yet to receive a single of the others' letters. "So you truly did not know I was with child?" Visenya asked, and Aemond shook his head.
"The what happened to our letters?"
They look to the fireplace, then back to each other, speaking in perfect unison, "Otto."
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DARKSIDE // Aemond Targaryen
Fanfic- from the deepest desires often comes the deadliest hate Ever since Rhaenyra was named heir, the Greens have been after her, so in order to protect her family she marries her first daughter, Visenya, to one of them but this marriage does not come w...
