A week after Queen Alicents death, Dragonstone became silent, the grief went over Alicents three children, Helaena often stayed with her children, Aegon accompanied her, watching her sew and would play with the twins, both Aegon and Helaena of grieved their mother. Queen Aelora banished her father Daemon shortly after his confession, she hadn't heard of anything from him since, she knew he would be back in Kingslanding usurping her throne for himself as vengeance for her late mother Rhaenyra.Aelora had declared war on her father, but a war with not enough allies was not a good place to start, along side a grieving family, especially her husband and king consort, Aemond Targaryen, Aelora grew worried as Aemond spent a lot of time on the beach of Dragonstone looking out towards Kingslanding where his mother was last seen alive. Aelora watched with sorrow as her husband stayed along side the Dragonstone walls, Aelora felt as if she couldn't tell him she was pregnant with his child, he needed time to grieve before he could have the responsibility of becoming a father.
Aelora sat in the cold empty council room, it was dimly lit and there was nothing but the sounds of wind, Lord Cregan Stark entered the room, he gently opened the door greeting Aelora with a polite smile.
"Your Grace." He bowed
Aelora turned to face Cregan, her face numb and hurt.
"How is the king?" He took a shaky breath.
Aelora hesitated to answer taking a deep breath.
"He hasn't come back inside for hours, he mourns for his mother, I know how it feels..... however not on the same level as Aemond...."
Cregan nodded sympathetically.
"Aelora, I know you're both grieving the loss of the Dowager Queen Alicent, but we must take action if we are to take back your throne and avenge Alicent." He spoke firmly.
Aelora understood what Cregan meant, she knew this war was not going to win itself. Herself and Aemond needed to pull through this grief.
"You're right Lord Stark. Arrange a council meeting.....we're going to war." She bluntly spoke.
Cregan bowed and immediately obeyed his Queens command. Aelora on the other hand, got herself changed into a more suitable outfit for her council meeting, she wore a black dragon-scaled dress, her wavy long silver locks in a elegant war braid, Aelora was determined to put things right and not allow any more loss for herself and her family.
The waves crashed and banged against the rocks of Dragonstone, Aemond stared into the horizon, thinking about his mother, the grief and rage he felt was silent, a fire was ignited within Aemond, he had yet to unleash the fire that burned within him, he frowned at the waves, a single tear going down his ash covered face, to treat his grief he often flew out on Vhagar and would burn fire balls in the sky just to unleash some rage. The grieving king consort decided to make way back into the Dragonstone castle, Aemond hadn't changed clothes since the day he found out about the devastating news of his deceased mother. The King consort didn't look like himself his normal regal attire covered in dirt and ash, his once silky soft silver locks, now knotted and ash ridden, the grief and rage of losing his mother Alicent has yet to be unleashed, the king consort had never put on his eyepatch since.
Aelora looked up seeing her husband enter the council room, the lords and family members went silent, Aelora took a breath before getting up from her council chair to greet her husband, she held his hand tightly and firm almost reassuring him through physical touch, until she whispered to him.
"We're at war Aemond.....we are going to take vengeance, and my throne."
Aemond looked at Aelora with a numb expression, he didn't say a word making his way to end of the council table. Lord Cregan Stark and Lady Freya Stark both looked at Aemond with despair, they knew he was blood thirsty for revenge, and it worried them from the silence Aemond gave for the past two weeks.
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