After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Seventy-Five: The Letter from Beyond
Vhaela Targaryen
Viserys takes firm hold of my hand as he drags me down the vast open field. A giddy smile rests on his lips as he bounds up and down in utter glee. A laugh spills out from my lips at the sight of him. He had been couped up inside his chamber for over a fortnight and was dying to be set free.
I knew he despised it, but I was too afraid someone would find out who he was, too afraid that a spy lurked within the castle walls. I simply could not risk giving up one of my chances at freeing Helaena. He could be the key to her freedom.
I glance down to look at my little brother whose hood is now lowered allowing his silver hair to flow in the breeze. He gives me a bright smile before departing from me and heads deeper into the field. My head turns around to find Aemond carrying two training swords.
He gives me a smirk before striding over in my direction. My smile brightens as he heads closer to me, and I feel my hand instinctively run along my slowly bulging stomach. As Aemond comes closer, his right-hand wraps around my shoulders, pulling me in closer to him.
The strong smell of smoke engulfs me as I lean into my husband. With each step we take the ends of my bronze and black dress sway from side to side. A low hum escapes from Aemond's lips, causing my head to tilt up to meet his gaze.
He gives me a soft smile while looking down at the hand placed on my stomach, "Are you feeling any better?"
I give him a nod of my head while assuring him. "Much better after Maester Gravven gave me some herbs to ease my stomach."
It seemed the never-ending nausea was only just beginning.
How fortunate I was for that.
Aemond gives a faint nod of his head while guiding us to where Viserys now waits for us impatiently. I watch my little brother's arms cross against his chest before a heavy sigh causes his shoulders to slump down.
I shake my head lightly at his antics before I tell Aemond, "Go on then."
Aemond lets out a low chuckle before twisting to place a kiss on my cheek. As he lowers his hand from his shoulder, he places it gently on my stomach. It is only there for a split second before he departs with the two swords tucked underneath his left arm.
He strides over toward my little brother, arming him with the wooden training sword. I watch as Viserys hauls the sword up with two hands, struggling to carry the weight. Aemond wastes no time and hits the tip of the blade, causing Viserys to stumble slightly.
My eyes roll at Aemond's playful action before I find myself moving to set myself on the grass. I heave out a heavy sigh, feeling the instant relief from being off my feet. I then watch as Aemond begins to slowly spare with my brother.
