God's Game | House Of The Dragon

ChapterSeven ~| He, He, He |~

"How could you allow such a thing to happen?", The King interrogated Ser Harrold as he looked upon his two kids.

Viserys, Alicent, Otto and all the children were the only people in the hall of Driftmark as of now as Servants went along gathering all the other adults.

"Who had the watch?", Viserys then asked.

"The Young prince and princess was attacked by their own cousins, Your Grace", Ser Harrold tried to justify himself and his knights actions as Lord Commander of the KingsGuard.

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!", Viserys spat at him.

"I'm very sorry, Your Grace. The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace–"

"That is no answer!", Viserys cut him off, raising his voice at the man.

Alicent was stood hand up to her mouth as her eyes twitched, looking between her two children getting attended to by the Maesters.

The Queen having been woken up abruptly in the middle of the night and rushed out of her chambers as she'd been informed of a tragic incident.

Her two precious children.

Aemond wincing as the Maester was finishing up on his eye and Aemma having tears drip down her cheeks as the Maester began to wrap her hands after he was finished stitching them up.

The Queens eyes did take notice however that Aemond had reached his hand down and was holding onto Aemmas shoulder, for both his and her comfort.

"Will her hands be alright?", Alicent asked the Maester who was helping Aemma as he stood up, finished with her hands.

"They will heal over time, at first things might feel weird to hold and they will scar, but they will heal, My Queen", the Maester informed her, bowing as he then moved out.

Looking back to Aemond after the confirmation of her Flowers condition Alicent then spoke a question.

"It will heal, will it not, maester?", she asked, worried as she looked at all the stitches lined up the side of her perfect boys face.

"The flesh will heal. But the eye is lost, Your Grace", the Maester answered sorrowfuly, Alicent taking a shaky breath in at the answer.

Nodding slightly to try calm herself down as millions of thoughts wracked in her brain, Alicent then tried to focus as she turned to Aegon standing aside.

"Where were you?", she questioned almost desperately, wanting to know where her eldest was while her youngest were suffering.

It was an unspoken thing amongst the family that Aemond and Aemma were Alicents favorites.

She wasn't proud of it, what mother would be.
Favoring two of her children over the rest.

It's just that Aegon has grown to be someone she's not the proudest of, Alicent didn't know how such a sweet babe turned into such a creepy, dishonorable man.

And her Sweet Helaena, she loved her, she just didn't have that connection with her, with either her or Aegon that she seemed to have with Aemond and Aemma.

Aemond and Aemma were just hers, made not for the throne or to marry off as soon as they can to continue the blood line. They were born without expectations for the realm.

Born just to be hers! Not for the sake of upholding the realm and upkeeping the peace.

Taking note of Aegons drowsy behavior from all the cups of wine he'd had, Alicent reached up and slapped him, hopefully knocking some sense into him with it.

"Ow! What was that for?", Aegon groaned, his head banging with a headache from the slap and the hangover.

"That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother and sister suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool!", Alicent whispered down to him in a yell.

Now noticing the stares that the rest of the people in the room were giving her from the shocking action of the Queen hitting her eldest son.

Just as the room began to get silent, the door up the stairs opened as Lord Corlys and the Princess Rhaenys came down in a hurry and going straight over to their grandchildren Baela and Rhaena.

"What is the meaning of this?", Lord Corlys asked out loud, mostly to Viserys.

He didn't get his answer as then the main doors to the hall of Driftmark opened hurriedly as a half dressed Rhaenyra rushed in, looking around wildly.

Catching sight of her two brown haired boys and rushing straight to them. "Jace! Luce!", she kneeled before her kids and looked them over.

The hall of people's eyes widening as a then, also half dressed Daemon entered in behind her, not seeming to have much worry for his children as he leaned up against the side of the wall.

"Show me. Show me", she took Luces hands away from his nose that revealed a broken and bloody one. "Who did this?"

"They attacked us!", Aemond spoke up, to try get his side of the story in before those two boys could spin the tail.

Even at the young age he was, he knew that his father loved Rhaenyra more than he did his other children and that he always would turn a blind eye to her children's wrong doings.

"He attacked Baela!"

"He broke Luce's nose!"

"Enough", Viserys muttered at the noise.

"He stole my mother's dragon!"

"He was gonna kill Jace! I didn't do anything!"

It was all 'He, He, He', all of them trying to put the full blame on Aemond who sat back in the chair holding his mothers hand, missing one of his eyes.

If they hadn't attacked him first, Aemma and Aemond wouldn't have attacked their Nephews and Cousins.

It was them four that had initiated any sort of violence, Aemma trying to help Aemond and Aemond trying to protect and defend Aemma.

Jace, Luce, Baela and Rhaena wanted to hurt them, they wanted them to hurt. All over a dragon, because Vhagar chose Aemond.

One cannot steal a dragon, it's a connection and if they couldn't realize that then maybe they shouldn't have dragons.

"Enough", Viserys croaked a bit louder as he tried to focus in on what was happening.

"It should be my son telling the tale!" Alicent argued, holding Aemonds hand and resting her hand on Aemmas shoulder.

"Silence!", Viserys then yelled, breathing deeply as he did, cutting all of them off from speaking any further.

The hall going silent as everyone watched him with baited breaths, their King.