silver storm Aemond targaryen x Oc targaryen

chapter 1: Unfortunate News

I remember it like it was yesterday... tears rolled down my cheek, as i litsened to my brothers fuss and grief as my mother informed them of the unfortunate demise of sir Harwin Strong. My "fathers" look of sympathy he gave my mother as she consolled them while silently grieving herself.

I stood thier watching. I was never as close to sir Harwin as my brothers were. Yes, i was shocked and saddened, but not as much as they were. The parantage of my brothers is definitely questionable considering the unlikely favor of their features. Yet even with my silver hair and dark violet eyes im not entirely convinced, laenor is my father either, and definitely not sir harwin.

I was born seven moons after my mother and my "father" laenors wedding. Whispers that i was a premature babe echoed in the halls and my mind. But deep down, that special connection between father and daughter that i see my grandsire and my mother share is something i have not Harbored for Harwin nor laenor. It doesn't make sense for me to be a healthy child and not fragile and sickly like most who are born before their time. Either way, even if he wasn't my father, sir laenor was the closest I've had to a fathers love.

Losing laenor would be unimaginable, so the grief my little brothers are feeling must be unexplainable, even if none of us know it, refuse to believe or acknowledge it sir harwin was my brothers father, no matter how much my mother and grandsire ignored and denied the rumors deep inside their little bodies they knew. I think that's what made the impending news later that night much more despicable...my familys grief dubbled as a knock at the door was heard as maester orwyle was permitted in. His hands held a small, thin paper, sating that my great uncles wife, Laena Valaryon, committed suicide when the birth of her and daemons 3rd child was compromised. The screams of agony echoed through till the following night from my parents' chambers. My poor mother put her grief aside to console what husk was left of laenor.

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The next morning, we all set sail to driftmark, the sting of the cold and salt kissed my skin. I stood looking to the sky lost in my own thoughts as i watched Aegon and halaena fly above the ships as our guide. I was brken from my mindless thoughts by the voice of my uncle aemond, being only a few months older than me it always felt bizarre to address him as such, considering our closeness in age.

" im sorry of your Aunts passing, Rhea, my sincerest condolences." I looked at him. Aemond, besides Halaena, was someone I'd consider my closest friend, especially since we neither had dragons ourselves, we usually were subjected to aegons teasing. him more than i unfortunately. " Thank you, Aemond. I wasn't very close to her or my cousins, but it still stings, knowing that someone so kind has left us behind." Aemond smiled a small half smirk . Have you read any good books lately? I recently read one about the histories of volatis." He questioned, trying to change the subject to distract from all the gloom that covered the dawn. We conversed for the morning light as i questioned him on the books contents and what we think happens in the world beyond this. Sharing even a few laughs, we got scolded for by his mother, the queen, not so much for being trouble but more so to show our respects for the situation at hand.

Once we arrived at driftmark, everyone gathered outside the great hall as sir vaemond spoke our mother tongue. The royal guards hulled laenas tomb into the sea. " We gather here today at Driftmarks seat to commit Lady Laena of house Valaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of the merling king. Where he will guard her for the days to come.As she sets to sea for her final journey, The Lady Laenas two true born daughters left ashore, Though their mother will not return from her voyage, They will remain bound by blood. Salt courses through Valaryon blood. Ours runs thick. True and must never thin!"

The last few words rang through my ears as sir vaemond shot a nastly look tward my mother and brothers. Her hand tighting around their shoulders as daemon laughed at his boldness. It saddened me that such nastiness existed. As i leaned my head on my mothers arm. The sound of the waves, though relaxing, was also the waves of my anxiety as they bothed, pushed, and pulled with the wind. I hated hearing slurs directed at my family no matter how indirect and small...

As the ceramony passed, and the houses of Valaryon and Targaryen grieved their losses, everyone spead out and conversing. My brother Jacaerys and i stood looking out onto the horizon, sharing some of our favorite memories of our loved ones. Like how when sir criston let me use his mace when i expressed the intrest of training with my uncles and brothers and i ended up putting a hole into the training yard bricks and how harwin consoled me when i starting crying thinking that i was to get in trouble by mother or the king for damaging the red keep. We shared a laugh as our mother interrupted us.

" Have you seen your father?...your little cousins have lost their mother they could use a kind word from the both of you." She spoke lovingly." we have an equal claim to sympathy mother." I argued as jace made a twisted face of annoyance and slight anger "rhea-" " We should be at harren Hall mourning, Sir harwin." My little brother whined as my mother looked around to see who was or could be litsening." It would not be appropriate....the Valaryons are our kin, and the strongs are not, " She stated. We looked away in defiance. " Look at me. The both of you. Do you understand!?" She said with loving haste. i nodded as jace brushed her off and walked away toward our cousins as i smiled at them sweetly and made my way elsewhere. I dont like crowds, especially ones this big. I wondered for a bit, hoping to find halaena or aemond or even Luke.

I wondered for a few minutes, ducking and weaving through the crowd, lost in thought until i heard a voice sing, " a spool of black and a spool of green... dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread." It's halaena she was hunched over some shells and gravel, i looked over her shoulder and saw a spider in her delicate grasp. I crouched next to her and litsened as she spoke words with no meaning. her interest in all living things was something we bonded over, and much like halaena, who spoke of words with no meaning, i had dreams of riddles sometimes obvious and sometimes not. We would try to help each other understand these things we saw most of the time to no avail and brushing it off as an overactive imagination. I sat with her in silence. i pitied that she was to wed aegon. Such insolence was not worthy of her in my eyes. Not too long after my youngest brother joffrey was born , Mother suggested the betrothal of her to Jacaerys. Unfortunately, the queen refused. Even that of a counter offer of her son aemond and i. Oh how id love to wed him, i think he'd be such a kind husband. I think I'd be lying if i said i didn't have a soft spot for my dear uncle.

" The wrath of the sand feeds the fire of the dragons," Halaena said as she gently guided my hand to hers as she sat the spider in my palm. The wrath of the sand? I wonder what that means? I thought as i studied the arachnid that was placed in my care as she stood up and walked away to get a glass of whatever there was to drink at the time...or well whatever is left of what aegon didnt consume. The night grew shorter, and with it was time to retreat to our guest chambers. Hopefully, we were to depart back to kingslanding in the morning, and everything will be back to narmal with no more agony and gloom....oh, how wrong was i.