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I'm a child again, hiding in the corner of the Matrons building, away from everyone as they seek for me. What I didn't know is that the children were planning it and when they find me, and it's my turn to be seeker, they will grab hold of me and shove me in a closet. It's dark. I've never liked the dark. I've never liked many things. When I bang on the doors for them to let me out, and my mouth opens in a scream, instead of letting out words, I suck in water.
That's when it all comes back to me. When my eyes fly open and I'm quick to recognize the familiar furniture and walls of my bedroom back at King's Landing.
"No, no, no, no." I mumble, getting out of bed but I crumple to the ground, pain moving through my body. I can't tell if it's because of how I flung myself from my dragon into the sea thirty feet below or something else. The door opens, and Diana comes in, helping me back to my feet.
"Princess, you need to stay in bed. You've been injured."
"What do you mean?" I ask her worriedly.
"You don't need to worry about that right now, Maella. Just get back in bed-"
"Stop!" I yell, making Diana's movements halt completely. I walk myself over to my mirror, slowly and wincing with each step. I raise my arms up to take my nightshirt from the neck and hoist it over my head. I turn to the side, looking at my reflection. I gasp. Multiple patches of bloody cloth make their way up my body starting from my right thigh up my side to the right side of my breast. "What?" I ask myself, completely taken aback. "What happened?" I ask, turning to Diana.
"When you fell, Vhagar got a hold of you too." She says.
I look back at the mirror and the bandages. Tears form in my eyes before I push them away, pushing my sadness deep down before my face turns to pure anger. "Where is Aemond?" Not 'where's my husband?' not 'where's my king?' simply Aemond. "Where is he?!"
"I-I don't know, your grace."
I pick up my nightshift from the floor and pull it back over myself before making my way as fast as I can out my chambers, Diana trailing behind me if I fall. I hold the wall for support as I walk through the halls, knights bowing to me as I pass. "Aemond!" I practically roar, my voice echoing off the walls as others sleep. I shuffle my way to his study, throwing open the doors. I don't know how I'm doing this, walking. I should be falling over. I think its the pure hatred and adrenaline that is coursing through me.
I don't know why I thought he was there but he is, sitting in his chair as he looks at the fire in front of him in his fireplace.
"You stupid stupid stupid son of a bitch!" I say, grimacing as I make my way to him. He looks over his shoulder at me, then looks back to the fire like I was a gust of wind just passing through. "Look. At. Me." I command him, taking a step closer with every word. He finally does, standing and turning to look at his wounded wife. I think there's something in his eye because it's watered and I doubt he was crying over my brother. He killed him. Why would he be sorry. "Why?" I ask him.
