The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

The Dance of Dragons

138 - Harrenhal

The news had not yet reached Harrenhal.

The news that the Reds had taken the capital.

That his innocent sister Helaena had thrown herself out her window in her grief.

That the mighty dragon that is Morghon had been killed by Vermithor and the dragonseed Hugh Hammer.

That the Blackwood knight had disappeared after the revelation of the death of Queen Helaena.

That the all dragons in the dragonpit and the young prince Maelor had been killed.

Or of what Aegon had done on Dragonstone.

Aemond had yet to know that the Velaryon fleet led by Corlys and Laenor was searching Blackwater Bay for any sign of Visenya. But the mangled pieces of Silverwing, Vermithor, and Morghon had been littered on the water's surface.

Aemond had returned to Harrenhal after receiving a letter from their forces that the rogue prince and the blood wyvern were approaching. He was accompanied by a dragonseed Nettles and her dragon Sheepstealer, who seemed to be flying towards the Vale.

The one-eyed prince would not allow his uncle to seize Harrenhal while they took the capital away from the greens. Aemond was fully ready to embrace his name as Kinslayer. To end the life of the mighty prince Daemon and his deformed dragon.

He plans to remove Dark Sister from Daemon's soon-to-be-burned corpse and give it to Visenya, for she should wield the sword while he takes Blackfyre and the conqueror's crown. A fantasy that the prince holds onto like a fool.

Aemond hadn't missed Harrenhal. The only thing bringing him back was the thought that Daemon would try to have his children harmed and that he could end the Rogue's life. But deep feelings in his stomach warned him that death would come, maybe not for him.

The cold and bitter weather of the Riverlands was like a warning that he chose to ignore. As the mighty prince dismounts his dragon, the feeling of impending death does not leave him. That feeling only rises in his chest as he watches Daemon dismount Caraxes.

The two dragons had both lived a long and eventful life. Bringing greatness to House Targaryen and being blessed with some of the best riders the house has ever seen. Vhagar is a seasoned war criminal who helped shape House Targaryen from a minor Valyrian house to one of the strongest Houses Westorest has ever seen. Caraxes has bonded with Aemon and Daemon, fighting in the step stones and the Fourth Dourinsh War. But most importantly, the two dragons have bonded throughout the years, flying together with Alyssa, Baelon, and Aemon and then Daemon and Laena. But not the bond and feelings the Dragons had once shared are erased with the hate their current riders feel for one another.

The older of the two was wearing his dragon armour, Dark Sister at his hip. Daemon, too, was in the dark about the events happening in the East. Caraxes lets out a whistling whine of disconnect as Daemon leaves his side. Unlike his rider, Caraxes knew what was to come.

The two self-proclaimed Prince Constorts did not waste any more time; the air was thick and foggy as the two left the safety of their dragon's side and met each other in the middle. Both knew the fight would not start on land but in the air, another beautiful but tragic dance between dragons. Unlike Daemon, Aemond was not clad head to toe in armour, the simple chestplate that Rob had gifted him.

As the two reach each other, the tension rises with each moment they watch each other. Not long ago, each one of them held respect for one another and almost cared about the other. Perhaps they would have been closer if things were different, if the Greens had never schemed for the throne, and Daemon had never left for Pentos. For Aemond is Viserys son, yet he took after Daemon more than his own father.