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"IT is yet unclear how the Keep itself was breached. The boy's head was severed from his body. Thousands witnessed the procession." One of the Lord spoke, leaving Rhaenyra in shock of what she was hearing. Aelora couldn't believe her ears as she sat next to Queen Who Never Was, Princess Rhaenys. "And they are accusing me of having a hand in this." Rhaenyra said.
"It appears so. There have been messages sent to that effect throughout the realm."
"We must send our own messages, denying the vile allegation." Rhaenyra suggests, holding onto the chair in front of her. "I will do so at once. But I'm not sure they will be received in good faith."
"And we must double our guard, here and in Driftmark." The Queen spoke and sat down, facing her council. "Let me fly out on Vermax. Rhaenys is needed in the Gullet and I can watch for movements from King's Landing-"
Jacaerys' voice entered Aelora's ears as she slowly turns her head towards him, angered and dumbfounded expression on her face. Is he mad? Did he hit his head falling from bed—
"No."
Jacaerys glanced to his sister, who pulled the chair beside her. She motioned him to sit, tilting her head towards the empty seat beside her. With a swallow of his spit and a shaky hold on his sword, he mades his way to his sister.
"Sit, be quiet and stop throwing yourself in danger with Vermax." Aelora whispered and turned back to the meeting, her eyes falling upon her father who has been suspiciously quiet.
"Having lost my son, that I would inflict such a thing on Helaena, of all people. An innocent."
Daemon looked at his daughter as she stared at him confusingly, with her furrowed eyebrows and a slight tilt of her head to the side.
"The death of Prince Lucerys was a shock and an insult. A mother so aggrieved might, naturally, seek relief in retribution."
These words made Rhaenyra furiously stand from her seat and Aelora to glance to Ser Alfred quickly. "Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred, that my grief drove me to order the decapitation of a child?" Rhaenyra questioned demandingly.
"I merely thought, perhaps, an action taken in haste." He turns to the Queen,
"Mind yourself." Rhaenys warned. Rhaenyra sat back down with an exhale of frustration. The Queen glanced to her husband upon his silence, she grew rather suspicious as her expression changed into a shocked one. Daemon, in respond, turns his head to his wife with an upholding smirk on his face.
"Oh dragons," Aelora mumbled, massaging her forehead in frustration at the sight of the scene, remembering Daemon's words on Lucerys' funeral.
