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☆ CHAPTER FOUR ☆

{ the smallest man who ever lived }

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{ the smallest man who ever lived }

"I'll kill them!" The mini tower was struck down, creating powdery dust. Aegon struck another as he screamed again.

"I'll kill them all!" Another hit, another yell. He kept striking, destroying the model of Old Valyria Viserys had created. But Aegon didn't care.

"Traitors and villains!" He kept striking, releasing all of his anger on the model of the city.

"They dare strike at me!" He yelled, and pain bled into his bellows as he kept attacking. He turned, then pointed the sword at his squire.

"Your Grace—"

"I am king consort!" He bellowed, cutting the man off.

"Your Grace! Yes, yes." Then he pointed it at the other man, saying the same thing. He slowly put the sword down, and sobs wrecked him as he breathed heavily.

"Traitors and villains!" He struck again.

"Fire from the sky." He kicked it, sending the model into more disarray.

"This is war! I declare war!" The man quickly went to close the door, but he was stopped by Aemond, who slipped in.

"I declare war!" Aegon yelled again, but as he raised the sword, someone grabbed onto is arm, halting him. He turned, ready to kill whoever it was, but when he saw his brother, he stopped.

He held his gaze for a moment, then dropped the sword, and it clattered to the ground. He fell to his knees and started sobbing loudly. Aemond wasn't very experienced with people crying, but he crouched down with his brother, and let Aegon burrow his face into the prince's shoulder.

"Valy. Not Valy," Aegon moaned into Aemond's shoulder.

He didn't expect Aemond to suddenly wrap his arms around his older brother, and hold him closely. They both loved the queen, and though they have their differences, they needed each other.

When Valyria eventually did wake, she was shocked to see the brothers closer than ever before.

They never did tell her how that came to be.

"She'll be okay," Aemond said, and he ended up repeating it a dozen times. The first was for Aegon, but every time after that was for both of them.

Aegon sniffed, then looked up, and around at the two men who stood awkwardly by the door.

"You two. Go! Bring me news of my wife!" They left, and when the door closed firmly behind them, Aegon finally pulled away from Aemond, and sniffed again, before meeting his eye.

"Valy. How...How is..." He couldn't form the words, but Aemond understood.

"Maester Orwyle halted the bleeding, but she lost a lot of blood. She's fallen into a slumber, and they're not sure if she'll wake. They...they're looking to you, Aegon." He knew very well what that meant. They wanted him to take over, and if she died...they wanted him to be king.

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