ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

I was going to stab Aegon.

I was going to chop his fingers off, to take both his eyes with a spoon, to behead him, to dismember him, to drown him, to set him on fire, to chain him on a cave and let a single drop of water hit the exact same spot on the top of his head until his skull melted at the touch, to rip off his skin and leave the muscles and bones and arteries and veins exposed.

But I was going to kiss my aunt Helaena's forehead first.

The sun had settled down, allowing the moon to bring the night to our roofs and windows, and I was at the best part of my dream when the married couple had decided to interrupt in the room as if it was their own. Rather said, Aegon had. Helaena had simply followed him, avoiding to look up as if she had sensed my sleep and felt guilty of bothering me. My dear aunt, she was too sweet for that world.

She hadn't bothered me, I wouldn't even have noticed she was there if not for my insightful vision when it came to her. Aegon, on the other hand, had made himself very visible.

He had entered with a scream being born in the back of his throat, rumbling about a family dine no one asked for and making himself comfortable in the arm of the couch, amusingly looking down at Aemond and I. At least, Alicent and Otto were not invited even though they were their mother and grandfather. That was probably the only good part of his idea though.

Aemond had fallen asleep at some point as well, pulling me on top of him and embracing my body in an strong hold, and had rolled his eye when he caught sight of his older brother. He was lucky, I was wearing both Aemond's shirt and robe, and that my uncle had left his eyepatch on. Or else the blind man would've been the first born son of the King.

I loudly sighed, forcing myself off Aemond's body and standing with my hands on my hips, only sweetly smiling when Helaena's gaze fixed in mine.

"May I sit?"

I was ready to chop Aemond's legs off if he didn't bend them immediately.

She was wearing a beautiful black gown. Mine actually, one of the newest I found on my case. But I felt bad for Aemond tearing hers apart and wanted to make it up for her. Though she almost denied it, and I had to force herself to undress (gentle and only keeping my eyes on hers) before sliding the garment up her body. I was right, she looked divine in black.

It was great, truly, to see Aemond wearing the same color. And the sheets of the bed as well. Was I slowly restoring our color on the Keep? I did not doubt if I stayed a little longer the seven pointed stars would be demolish by Aemond's mere fists, replacing them for the beautiful three headed dragon that should have never left in the first place.

Aemond quickly bent his knees, sitting straight and briefly smiling at his younger sister as she sat next to him. The oldest of us all simply looked at me, probably recognizing the robe and shirt under it, and curled the corner of his lips up in a smirk I was dying to erase by a punch. However, he remained quiet, probably remembering Aemond's threat the night he found us in a similar situation, and only winked at me.

Helaena began pinching in the skin around her fingernails almost as a reflex, and I had to force my posture to relax as I kneeled before her, gently leaving my hand atop hers and giving it a soft squeeze that managed to make her briefly smile. It was clearly Aegon's idea, all that crazy plan of a dine, but I supposed Helaena was slightly excited by that. Perhaps he even planned it so she could escaped their mother and grandfather, and even the children, for at least a meal. And how could I deny something to my dear aunt?

"Shall we dine, then?"

Aegon clapped his hands, howling and giggling as if the real idea was getting drunk and fucking altogether, and ran to the door to allow at least ten servants loaded with plates and chalices to enter the room. Aemond straightened his back, standing on his feet and covering my body with his as if he wanted not for them to see me in such clothing. But I cared not. I could not, when Helaena threw her arms around my shoulders in a tight hug and giggled in my ear.