Before the union of Rhaenyra with Ser Laenor Velaryon, an event etched forever in memory took place when Daemon claimed Rhaenyra's innocence in the hidden corners of a brothel, planting a seed of life within the princess rightful to the Iron Throne...
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I know if I'm haunting you,
you must be haunting me
It's where we go, it's where we'll be
I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you
In the aftermath of the tragic incident that claimed the lives of young Prince Lucerys Velaryon and Arrax, the absence of Princess Rhaella Targaryen was yet to be questioned as all mourned the loss of Lucerys.
The city found itself teetering on the brink of turmoil as the divide between the Greens and the Blacks deepened, with Rhaenyra retreating to Dragonstone while Queen Alicent and her faction remained in the King's Landing under the watchful eye of Vhagar.
Amidst the collective grief and unrest, unnoticed by many, was the hollowness that had taken root in Prince Aemond's heart.
As he strode purposefully toward his mother, Queen Alicent's chambers, a solitary plate of iron armor was left by the dresser. Though peculiar, he did not question the lone knight item that almost regarded a high-level knight's chest piece.
Aemond stood before Queen Alicent in the grand chamber of the Red Keep, his one eye gazing at her with buried emotions.
"I went to Shipbreaker Bay to find young Prince Lucerys," Aemond began, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I wanted him to suffer as he made me suffer years ago."
A chill ran down Queen Alicent's spine as she listened to Aemond's confession. Her face paled, and she felt a sense of foreboding creeping over her.
"Vhagar must have sensed my intentions," Aemond continued, his voice hollow. "When I flew to catch Lucerys and Arrax, she... she swallowed him whole. There is no trace of the boy left."
A heavy silence hung in the air as Aemond's words sank in. The weight of his actions, of the lives lost, bore down as Queen Alicent turned her head away and sighed.
Then, Aemond spoke of his wife, Rhaella. His voice trembled with suppressed emotion as he recounted her attempt to stop him and her tragic fall.
"My wife... I could not find her body," Aemond's voice wavered. "I only heard her screams as she fell to her death."
Aemond's stoic facade cracked, revealing the depth of his grief and turmoil. "Mother, have mercy on us all," he whispered.
Queen Alicent stood frozen, her mind reeling from the revelations. She closed her eyes briefly, a wave of regret washing over her. At that moment, Alicent regretted wearing that fucking green dress years ago. She closed her eyes as she knew the cold truth, that Rhaenrya and Daemon would bring fire and blood.
"Who have you told of this, Aemond?" Queen Alicent asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aemond shook his head, a single tear escaping his eye. "I have told nobody," he admitted. "But in my heart, I cannot believe that Rhaella is truly gone. I could not find her body... she vanished."
