Aenys has returned and for revenge. No title mattered when it came to family.
With the death of his ward, the boy he saw as a son, he knew nothing can stand in the way, not even love.
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Aenys Revenge
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"Kneel!"
Aemond watched his former para...
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A Son for a Son
Helaena smiled down at her daughter, gently cradling her plush cheek as she whispered a soft prayer, one that had stuck with her from her youth. "Sleep well, my love." Helaena whispers, pressing a kiss on top of her head. Helaena pulls away, staring down at her with a lingering look, her heart heavy and a burden within her chest.
The Queen then approached her son, kneeling at his bedside. "And what will you dream, my dove?" Helaena asks, her hand entering the cradle to grasp at her son's tiny fingers gently. The little prince watched his mother with wide eyes. "Mora." Jaehaerys whispers, earning a fond laugh from Helaena.
"Really? Do you miss the young princess? What is she doing in your dream?" Helaena asks as she sweeps a few strands of his hair from his face. "We're playing." Jaehaerys says innocently, earning another fond laugh from his mother. "A good dream then. Why don't you go to sleep and you may dream of it again." Helaena says
Jaehaerys offers a small nod, shutting his eyes in an attempt to sleep. Helaena smiles, pressing a kiss on the crown of his head, whispering a small prayer as she did with Jaehaera.
Helaena stands, sweeping through the room as she picks up her children's toys, cleaning them from the floor. The Queen approached her desk, placing them on top of the wood before turning her attention to the small bugs, her fingers grazing the traps.
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Aemonds chambers.
Aemond sat alone on one of his couches, his thoughts on Aenys and their last moments. With a deep sigh, he leaned back in his seat, feeling the heat that came from his fireplace.
Suddenly there was a knock at his chamber doors, forcing him to open his eye, not realizing he had closed it. "Enter." Aemond states dryly.
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Aemond was leaning over his desk, reading a quote from one of his books. "We've wasted precious days in this war of quills and ravens. Words are wind." Aemond says, peering up at Cole, grabbing his glass of wine, and striding over to Cole, his free hand spread wide as he motions over the map. "You should be leading the van, and I should be flying cover on Vhagar. No castle would dare to raise Rhaenyra's banner against us. We would bring the whole of the Crownlands to heel in weeks." Aemond says as he sits down, leaning back.
Cole stares down at the map, humming before answering. "Well, mayhaps we could petition the king, privately, to send us out." Cole says, leaning forward as he drags a few dragon coins across the map. "Rosby and Stokeworth, small castles right in the shadow of King's Landing. They would not want us for enemies." Cole says
Aemond examines the map, reaching over to rework it himself. "We could add their levies to our own. Our host growing as we advance." Aemond says, peering back at Cole.
