Aenys has returned and for revenge. No title mattered when it came to family.
With the death of his ward, the boy he saw as a son, he knew nothing can stand in the way, not even love.
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Aenys Revenge
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"Kneel!"
Aemond watched his former para...
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Years ago/Dragonstone.
Aenys sat beside the burning fireplace, allowing the heat to wash over him and comfort him. He raised a hand and slowly reached out, towards the flickering flames. Suddenly his arm is snatched away and he's jolted violently.
Daemon practically hissed in his son's face. "What the fuck are you doing! Are you trying to damage yourself further?" Daemon snaps
Unable to see his father's face, he isn't as intimidated. "You should've let me die." Aenys croaks, broken beyond repair.
Daemon sighs, gently releasing his son's wrist, taking a seat beside him. "You know why I couldn't." Daemon states
Aenys sneers. "Because you need me. Well I hate to break it to you but without my eyes I am useless." Aenys snarls
Daemon stared in his son's blindfolded face, his own filling with a million little emotions, the most prominent was sadness and regret. "No, because you are my son and I love you." Daemon states
Aenys swallows harshly, glad his face was covered. "I am deformed and useless. How can I live like this? Every breath a take is a stab to the face. If you don't let me die, I will find a way to do it without you." Aenys states, bloody tears leaked down his face, soaking the gauze.
Despite the pain those words gave him, he quickly grabbed his son's arms, softly shushing him in attempt to stop his tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Aenys. Don't cry, it'll only ruin the wrapping." Daemon warns gently. Aenys shakes his head. "I don't care." He sobs
Daemon exhales deeply, bringing his son in his arms. "You are worth more than your eyes. I don't care that you are the greatest fighter or a brilliant writer. I care that you are alive. I need you to understand that your eyes will heal and the pain will go away. You may not regain your sight but that does not disable you. There are men who trained their other senses, becoming spymaster, underestimated but their peers and if that doesn't tempt you. I can train you again. You can train yourself to use your ears and nose instead of yours eyes in a fight. It will take time but I have faith." Daemon states
Aenys continues to cry in his father's arms, but the doom he was feeling lessened at his words.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, it was light, barely registered by either Daemon or Aenys.
Aenys pulled away from his father, sniffling and attempting to stop his tears. "I don't want any visitors." Aenys says
Realizing who it was, Daemon stood. "This visitor you'll want. I can't believe it slipped my mind." Daemon cursed himself and he opens the door to a young girl, the same age as Aenys.
"Aenys this is Astoria." Daemon states, motioning the girl further into the room. She stood timidly, her dark eyes watching the prince.
Aenys brows furrow, wincing at the stretch. "Are you serious! Are you attempting to have me court a girl! In my state?!" Aenys asks, horrified and angry.
