Flames of Ice | Cregan Stark

2. Visenya

Dragonstone, 132AC
Aemyra's pov

"Mother! Please let us help you!" Streams of tears ran down my face as I watched my mom push me and the midwives away as she screamed in pain.

I couldnt bear to watch her in this state. She was giving birth to Visenya earlier than expected. Now here I was trying to help my mother and be by her side through all this because Daemon deemed it necessary to start planning a war.

Not even an hour ago my mother Rhaenyra learned the news of her half brother Aegon II usurping her throne.

The conniving greens were mastering this great plan to take over the Seven Kingdoms without us knowing the death of our King Viserys I. My grandsire was dead and yet I didnt have a chance to mourn him because my mother is wailing in pain as she proceeds to give birth by herself.

"Mother." I could feel and hear my heart break into two as Baby Visenya came out. Elinda, my mother's loyal handmaiden held me close as I cried helplessly.

My mother looked down at the babe in a state of shock as tears ran down her face.

Visenya wasnt ready to come into this world yet.

I watched as she picked her up and held her to her chest. She kept to herself as she rocked her in her arms.

Heartbreak turned into pure anger and hatred for the Greens. Their actions of usurping her rightful throne has costed us the death of my sister Visenya.

Daemon was right. We needed to start planning, but not while my mother was in this state. After Rhaenys called my brothers and I back in from sword fighting in the sandy shores I bee lined it to my mother. After we arrived to her she informed us of the news. Then she instructed that Jace and Luke were to make sure Daemon didnt do anything while our mother was abed. I know Jace would put Daemon in his place. Our stepfather was going into madness trying to start a war.

But when it became time I will make sure we claim what is rightfully ours. Rhaenys said it herself, the Greens were coming for Rhaenyra, and for us, her children. As long as we're alive we're a threat to Aegon II and his possession of the throne. They know their actions come with consequences

Where is duty? Where is sacrifice?

They will soon learn.

—

There I stood along with my brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey as Daemon and my mother had their moment with Visenya as she was being cremated.

Somehow everyone kept it together as a single tear went down my face.

I'm supposed to be the strong eldest of us. I couldn't show that I was breaking. If I didnt have it all together then it will make it harder for my siblings to do the same. We had to be strong. Fire and blood was upon us. I feared the long nights in my mind would come true. They were coming.

I jumped out of my thought as I felt someone's thumb wipe my tear away. I looked down to see Luke as he gave me a reassuring smile.

I held my arm around him tighter as he hugged me. Then Jace and Joffrey joined in as we held each other close. I love my siblings. I would like to think the love I have for them is the same as a mother would have for her child. I looked after them when our parents weren't around. I protected them every second I could. We protected each other. We had to. To the world we were bastards. The night Lucerys cut Aemond in the eye he did to protect me. Aemond had taken Vhagar as his dragon and kept nagging on about how we were bastards. I had enough. Aemond was technically my uncle although he was only a year older than me. I knew I could take him down. I started the fight that night. It was my fault Aemond went crazy and tried to hurt my brothers when they tried to defend me. If I hadn't started that fight, Lucerys wouldn't have to slash Aemond's face. I added fuel to the fire. Since that night it created an even bigger divide. Only a few days ago was where we seen Grandsire after time away in Dragonstone. Ever since that night it's been chaos.

—

It was then when a single knight of the kingsguard walked into the funeral.

"I mean no harm brothers." he said to the knights as they pulled out their swords. He removed his iron helmet.

I recognized him. He was Erryk Cargyll.

We stood there and watched as he bent the knee to Daemon. Slowly taking something out of his satchel.

It was the crown my grandsire once wore. He held it up to Daemon. "I swear to ward the Queen. With all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor." Erryk swore as Daemon took the crown.

He slowly turned to face my mother, the rightful heir. He walked over to her, placing the crown on her head before bending the knee.

Then as we stood before her we all bent the knee to our Queen.

—sweeteasaint