The Dragon's Little Doll

Paint the Night Black

For an entire fortnight, Lyraena allowed insanity to claim her; basking in Aemond and Aegon's affections. It was only a matter of time until they learned she was with child, and she wasn't sure what they'd do when they figured it out.
When Aegon entered the room after a three day hiatus, covered in bandages, her heart leapt into her throat.

"What happened?"

"There was a battle." Aegon replied dully, his eyes dropping when he tried to meet her gaze.

"Are you alright?" The silence between them was palpable, painful.

"Aemond didn't want to say anything. I wanted to be the one to tell you..."

"Tell me what?" she asked, dread filling the pit of her stomach like a lead anchor. "Tell me what, Aegon?"

"Rhaenys and Lucerys were waiting for us. Neither survived..."

The world flipped on its axis and her chest caved in on itself. Her heart stopped beating. She couldn't breath.

"Get out..." she choked, shoving against his chest, uncaring of the cry of pain Aegon let out. "Get out! Get out! Get out" she screamed, until he finally stumbled from the room, leaving her to her grief.

Lyraena curled into a ball, covering herself with the sheets and letting out a sob. She wanted to go home, to die, to do anything but be stuck in that room for a moment longer, the reality of her predicament sinking in.

Another fortnight came and went, time passing strangely as her days blurred together. Two days after his admission, Aegon returned to find her huddled on the floor with her head on her knees; completely unresponsive. Perhaps it was that he had his own sorrows and injuries to tend to, or perhaps she just reminded him too much of his catatonic wife, but, for whatever reason, Aegon did not return again.

Aemond, however, was happy to take her as she was, fucking her again and again, leaving her dripping his cum and covered in bruises when he became angered by her lack of response, until, finally, her last shard of hope turned to dust beneath his boot. The food brought to her room was touched less and less, her appetite shrinking with each passing day.

"Lyra, won't you look at me, baby?" The sound of Aegon's voice took her by surprise and she rolled over. It had been nearly a month since she'd last looked upon him. How long had he been sitting there? She couldn't even recall hearing him enter the room. Lyra looked up at him, feeling absolutely nothing, no anger, no sorrow, no excitement.

Everything she'd had inside her was long gone.

"Oh, my sweet niece," Aegon breathed, stroking the back of his fingers down her temple. His brows knitted in concern as he stared into her vacant eyes. "What have we done to you?"

"Aegon..." She whispered his name thickly, her voice heavy with exhaustion. Lyra had nothing else left to give. "Will you fuck me on the balcony? I want to see the stars..." The way she asked it, like she would never ask for anything again, made Aegon's chest ache like he'd been struck.

"Anything you want, love," he assured her, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her across the room. She was light, lighter than he remembered, lighter than she should have been. Aegon unlocked the balcony and sank to his knees, carefully laying her down on the cool stone.

"Kiss me, Aegon," she begged, reaching for him. She wanted to allow herself one last moment of bliss, allowing herself to play into Aegon's fantasies, just once. Aegon's lips were warm and soft against hers, igniting the embers inside her that had long since burned out.

"You taste so sweet," he breathed against her mouth, groaning as he stroked his hand up her creamy thigh. This time it was Lyraena's turn to plead with him.