A Spoil Of War || Aemond Targaryen

IV. Who You Belong To

AEREA WAS BEING STITCHED UP ON A CHAIR farther away from Aemond who was having a much worse time... His eye was lost and they were stitching what they could up...

"Who had the watch?" Viserys asked the Kingsguard.

"Young Prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace," Cole said as if that made it better.

Viserys snapped back, "you swore oaths to protect MY blood!"

"We're very sorry, Your Grace," the Captain apologized.

That was when Coryls and Rhaenys rushed in, "what is the meaning of this?!"

"Rhaena, Baela, what happened?" Rhaenys asked as the girls hugged their grandmother.

Corlys went to Aerea's side as he touched her head gently checking on the wound, "are you alright, child?"

Aerea weakly nods, "yeah..."

Then Rhaenyra and Daemon walked in together, "Jace!" Then she saw Luke's eye, "Luke!" She ran over, "show me, show me," she hushed to see his broken nose, "who did this?"

"They attacked me!"

Aemomnd suddenly points out loudly.

Aerea felt a pain in her head from the sudden yelling that happened between all the kids... She feels like she should be apart of this... But she almost could get the strength.

She just grabbed her father's arm and whispers, "they jumped him.. I tried to stop it."

The argument got worse and worse as Viserys looked between each child getting overwhelmed himself, "enough," Viserys tried, "ENOUGH!" He walked over to Aemond, "Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

Aerea looks over at Aemond who glances her way with the one good eye, a new look in it, she wasn't sure if he blamed her... But she knew she blamed herself.

Alicent looked at him, "what else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed," she gestured to Lucerys, "her son is responsible."

"It was a regrettable accident," Rhaenyra tries.

"Accident? The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush," Alicent hissed, "he meant to kill my son!"

"No!" Aerea sits forward wincing as the Maester tries to get her to stay still, "Luke would never, look at him," she points out as Alicent glances at the boy hiding behind his mother, "please... Uncle," she looks at Viserys, "you know that's not true."

Aemond's look turned into a glare after that.

"It was my sons who were attacked! And forced to defend themselves, not even just them, but Daemon's children and Rhaenys's daughter as well," Rhaenyra looked over at them, "vile insults were said against them," she suddenly pointed out.

Viserys looked at her, "what insults?"

"The legitimacy of my sons' birth were put loudly to question," she told him.

"What?"

"Called us bastards."

Aemond smirks at this proud of what he said.

Aerea groans putting her head back feeling in pain.

Corlys touches her shoulder comfortingly. 

Rhaenyra continues, "my sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace, this is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned," Aemond looks at her as she says this, "so we might learn where he might heard such slanders."