Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 Sleep had escaped me every night since my sister's passing, and to clear my mind I'd spent most of those lonely nights with Vhagar or roaming the empty halls in hopes Helaena's ghost may find me.
Which of the seven hells had our lives become?
Perhaps I deserved this for all the selfish decisions I'd made.
This evening I merely couldn't face Elaena. We'd been arguing for days, and even if she'd avoided conflict at every turn I simply couldn't help myself, taking my grief out on her.
Nothing I could do seemed good enough in any aspect, including within the small council chambers.
Where half the lords expected me to continue my search for my brother, the other half including my sister the Queen thought it best I stay put with those we had left, keeping our numbers within.
There was no doubt that my brother had sent someone for Helaena, but Lord Lothston along with a handful of others wondered if she was never meant to be killed but meant to be kidnapped along with Jaehaera.
But it didn't matter what my older brother intended.
Our sister was dead and it was his fault.
All of this was his fault.
Subconsciously I find myself wandering toward Visaera's room where I find her sound asleep, but she's not alone.
Jaehaeryn sleeps mere feet away on the window bench, curled up with mounds of pillows and blankets surely provided by my caring daughter.
They were young, but it was around this age, I'd become Elaena's shadow and I'd be a fool not to notice my nephew's same infatuation.
"Father?" A tiny voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin.
Taking careful steps toward my daughter I kick myself for waking her.
Visaera's doe-like violet eyes shimmer with curiosity from beneath her covers, her hair thoughtfully braided to stay out of her face as she sleeps.
"I'm sorry to have woken you, little doe." I crouch at her bedside, pulling her covers up higher to keep her warm when I see the wrappings around her wound from earlier.
I'd seen red when I'd heard that Visaera was hurt. Rhaenyra had of course excused me from the hellish small council meeting I'd been forced to endure leaving my already sour mood the perfect storm for Elaena and me.
"How is your arm? Is it bothering you much?" I ask her softly, careful to keep my voice low.
Still groggy from her sleep Visaera doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about until recognition floods her expression and she holds up her arm for the both of us to see with a sleepy smile.
"No. Mama put medicine on it... are you mad at Mama?" She asks, catching me off guard and her smile falls.
I don't hesitate in my response, shaking my head, "No. We only had an argument... I'm sorry, we don't have those very often, do we?"
