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 don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
Our conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn
As Rhaella reluctantly returns to King's Landing on Vermithor, the great dragon descending upon the city sends waves of awe and fear through the populace. She walks into the Red Keep, her gown stained with dried bits of blood that splattered on her from when Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk fought to the death.
Rhaella pushes open the heavy doors to where the small council conducts their meetings, her gaze flickering over everyone at the long table. The room falls silent as Aemond turns around, his eyes immediately drawn to the blood stains on her gown. He stands and walks over to his wife, concern etching his features.
Aemond's fingers brush against the blood stains as he lifts an eyebrow, his voice laced with worry. "Is it yours? Have you been harmed, my wife?" he inquires, his gaze searching hers for answers.
Rhaella shakes her head, a weariness evident in her eyes as she responds, "There was an attack on my mother. I was there to mediate such activities." Her words hang heavy in the air, the weight of the day's events pressing down on her.
King Aegon, seated at the end of the table, chuckles mirthlessly and casts a critical eye over Rhaella's disheveled appearance. "Gods be good, you look like a rag after a woman bleeds each moon. And you've gotten a bit...plump," he remarks, a hint of disdain in his tone.
Aemond's expression darkens at his brother's words, a protective instinct rising within him. He retorts sharply, "My wife is pregnant, brother."
Aegon's features twist in a moment of distaste before he turns his attention back to the matter at hand. Dowager Queen Alicent gestures for everyone to take their seats, her expression weary yet commanding.
Aegon raises a hand, his voice firm as he voices his concerns. "I don't trust the bastard girl. I do not want the direct blood of Rhaenyra in a room where we discuss important matters," he declares, his gaze unwavering.
Aemond steps forward, his voice low and dangerous as he addresses his brother. "Rhaella is my wife and soon-to-be the mother of my child," he states firmly, a steely resolve in his eyes.
Dowager Queen Alicent intervenes, her voice calm yet authoritative as she addresses the bickering brothers. "Your brother is right. As we find ourselves deeper into the roots of the war, it is best that we limit the knowledge that is discussed in this room," she advises, her gaze shifting between Aemond and Aegon.
For a moment, Aemond considers pushing back, but a glance at Rhaella by his side reminds him of her well-being and the child they carry. With a nod, he sighs, and Rhaella rushes out, the chamber doors slamming shut behind her.
