『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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"Rhaegon!" Daenerys exclaimed as she finally reached his chambers. Her arms extended towards her son as she found him, clearly upset, in a maid's hands. His own hands seemed as if they had been dipped into a pool of blood.
Only then did she notice it. The body of a young servant girl lay lifeless on the floor, her throat slit open. Daenerys gasped in horror, her heart pounding in her chest. Around the girl, her blood was splattered in a gruesome display. And with clumsy letters, someone wrote "dear father".
"I found her like this, princess. She was supposed to dress the prince," the maid explained, her voice trembling. "I heard screaming, and I rushed here. When I found her, the killer was already gone... Prince Rhaegon was seated beside her..." she gulped. "Playing in her blood."
"Rhaegon," she gasped, kneeling beside her son. "Are you hurt?"
"No, no, noo, noo!" he exclaimed, shaking his head alongside his body. He rubbed his face with his bloodied hands, making his cheeks streaked with crimson.
The sight of her son covered in blood sent a wave of horror through the mother's veins. She reached out to comfort him but hesitated, unsure if it was safe to touch him in his current state. "Someone call my husband!" she exclaimed, finally pulling Rhaegon to herself. "Tell him someone tried to hurt my boy!"
"Well, someone clearly wanted to harm her." Lord Corlys kneeled down to inspect the body.
Daemon, who was not himself quite yet, set down on a stool beside him. He grunted as he did so, and Baelor, also present, rushed to help him out.
"Why were there no guards?" Daemon wanted to know. He turned to the guards who were there now. Too late, of course. "Why were you not here when this happened?" Daemon demanded, his voice filled with anger. The guards shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.
Baelor stepped forward and kneeled beside Corlys, who was just removing the dagger that was lodged in the victim's chest. Baelor examined the wound closely, his brows furrowing in concern. "This was a deliberate attack," he stated, his voice heavy with certainty. "Someone wanted to ensure her demise."
Corlys turned to Daemon. "Your boy reads too many books."
Daemon's anger simmered as he glared at the guards, his voice laced with frustration. "Had my son been harmed, I would have had you all hanged by now."
"May I?" asked Baelor, gesturing towards the blade in Corlys' hands. His request caught Corlys off guard, but he reluctantly handed over the dagger. Baelor carefully examined the blade, his eyes narrowing at his realisation. "Sting??"
