Dream Of Winter | C. Stark & H. Targaryen

Judgement Day

Cregan POV

The Warden of the North had spent a splendid evening and had plans on continuing those delectable activities the following morning as well.

And every single day henceforth for the rest of his life, naturally.

But of course he can't. For King's Landing is cursed. And an hour after he and his wife - he intends to use that word as often as possible - left. That unhinged psychopath Daemon attacked and almost fataly injured a member of House Velaryon. In full view of the court. And offered no explanation.

Helaena gasped upon hearing the news. Her eyes glazed over as if in a trance. She was shaking but trying to appear strong in front of her already agitated brother Aemond, who came as the bearer of calamity.

He could hazard a guess on what was going on in her mind. The simple brutality of the act and the self-satisfaction of the guilty party. Of Daemon. The architect of the death of Helaena's child.

Only the Gods know what her reaction would've been had she witnessed the act itself. More disgust and revulsion. A full on mental scar. He doesn't know. And he thanks the Fates he didn't have to find out.

There is a storm of cold rage bottled inside his soul. Desperate to be released. Ragnar's bloodlust is equal to his own. Of that he's certain.

"He's in the Black cells. I've asked Ned to take good care of him."

"Good. I shall go drop. To see his progress." He had issues with his foster brother's heritage a lifetime ago. Now he holds not a single one of those reservations. Especially not when it comes to a rapid dog like Daemon Targaryen.

"I had plans of spending the whole day in bed, my love. I'm sorry I can't fulfill them."

Aemond rolled his eye scoffing. He's the interloper. So his irritation is of no concern to him.

"It's alright. This is more important. I understand."

Helaena's gentle voice was soothing beyond measure. He hopes Ned paid Daemon extra attention. Being forced from his bride's side is more than enough cause for his suffering. Attempted murder or not.

His dragon cups his face and kisses him softly. He savors it a moment longer. He'll need the strength to get through this disastrous day.

"I love you."

"And I you. Now go. Aemond's stare is burning a hole though your skull."

"He can stand there until the sunset if he so pleases."

A loud knocking interrupted them once again.
"Love birds hurry up. Did Aemond get lost or has he joined you? It's been ages since he's gone."

It's Aegon's obnoxious voice that filters though. The entire family has no sense of self-preservation it seems.

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"What was it you were talking about Rhaenyra last night?" Aegon's inquiry is strangely suspicious.

"I'm sensing you have a particular thought pattern on what we discussed."

"What could the heir apparent speak to you about? The new good-brother of her rival claimant. I wonder." So his doubts aren't too far-fetched.

"You think I'd plot to betray you on my own wedding? Betray Helaena?"

"No. Your feelings to my sister are one of the only things I trust. But what on earth did Rhaenyra offer you? She's not politically savvy. So I'm merely curious."

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Aegon's baffled retort was accompanied by Aemond snorting unceremoniously.

"Our half-sister believes her right to the crown is based on Viserys' oath. It doesn't matter if that came before any sons were born to the king. Or that the decree meant to keep Daemon from the throne." The one-eyed prince's derision was all too prevalent.