And The Flame Awakens. ( Aemma Targaryen )ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ

seven - dracarys

I land at King's Landing, Daemon and Jacaerys landing behind me. With no thought of what could happen, I quickly slide off Drogon storming into the castle where Aegon sits on the throne and Alicent standing beside him. Fear on his face once he sees me, knowing if I wanted the throne at the moment I could take it.
"That's my mother's throne you sit on," I shout at Aegon.
"Aemma," He rose from the throne.
"Don't look so relieved, I'm not here for you."
But instead, he kneels for me, surprising me instantly. I step closer to him, almost falling to my feet at the sight below me until Aemond flies through the door with his little brother, Daeron, snapping me back to reality.
"Daeron," Alicent smiles, walking towards her youngest son.
The attention is quickly shifted to us as the anger is obvious.
"What is going on," Aegon rises, facing me.
"You haven't told them yet, have you?" My chest burns as I face him.
He lowers his head, facing his mother.
"Tell them, Aemond!" I raise my voice. "Tell them who is responsible for Lucerys Velaryon's death!"
A gasp echos the room and his mother rushes to him, terrified, "Aemond."
Aegon rushes to me, grabbing my arm but I push him off, "Get away from me!" I sob.
"It was an accident," He whispers to Aegon who stares at him.
I snort, "Are you really that much of a coward?"
Aegon shouts, surprising the entire room, "Take him to the cells!"
"No!" Aemond shouts and Vhagar crawls into the room.
Jacaerys and Daemon step backward, aiming towards the doors but I stand still, glaring at the man who is being comforted by his mother as if he didn't just start a war.
"Leave at once, Aemma," Aegon begs me.
"I am queen, I thought?" I can feel my eyes entirely black and devoid of life. Aegon can only stare into their empty nothingness, it is as if the Abyss itself is staring back at him.
Dracarys," Aemond shouts without thinking twice. I stand my ground, as Vhagar misses me and sets fire between the exit and myself.
"Is that all you've got?" I smirk. "Allowing your dragons to fight your battles today, it seems."
I turn towards the door and walk directly into the fire, making my way back to my dragon.
"For fucks sake, she's inside the bloody fire!" Ser Criston shouts.
"She is mad, stop her! Aemma" Aegon sobs but the guards quickly stop as they hit the fire, unable to cross.
Once I've made it out of the fire, Daemon and Jacaerys are waiting for me, in absolute disbelief as I've walked through the fire with no burns. Even I am terrified of what I have just done but I push it away quickly, mounting drogon and destroying my way back through the castle. I make it to the throne room in a matter of seconds, Alicent quickly stands in front of Aegon completely petrified but Aegon pushes her away.
"You've just awoken the Flame, brother," Aegon smirks at his younger brother ahead of him.
I smirk, tilting my head at Aemond. "A brother for a brother. A son for a son."
Confused at first, Aemond's face quickly turns to fear as he sees Drogon directly in front of Daeron.
"Dracarys" I shout and Drogon does exactly as he was told, burning Daeron to a crisp.
"No, Aemma, No!" Aemond cries but the guards hold him back.
Drogon finishes and Aemond and his family rush to the burnt body lying on the ground.
"You are a monster," Alicent hissed, kneeling in front of her burnt son.
"Aegon," I beg as he stares up at me.
"Leave, Flame," He whispers, lowering his head to the ground as Otto stands beside him.
And so I do, Drogon and I fly from the castle with my brother and father in front so they don't notice as I slip off at Storms End.
Luckily for me, Lord Borros is standing on the deck of his chambers room so I fly Drogon towards him. His face quickly turns to terror as he notices the largest dragons in Westeros flying directly in front of him.
"Didn't I warn you if you betrayed my mother, you'd burn?" I shout from afar.
Borros quickly submits, pleading from his knees. Normally that reaction is all that's needed but my little brother is dead and anger is now better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt so I grip my saddle and whisper. "Dracarys."
Drogon takes off, following the command immediately, fire shooting from his throat around the castle, turning Storm Ends into ashes, declaring war.