A Valyrian Heart

Chapter Twenty-Five

Baela's vision blurs, no matter how many times she dried her eyes, the tears simply refused to go away. Aemond's betrayal sinks deep, and it hurts. The only other time she'd felt like this, so utterly miserable and hopeless was during her mother's burial, when she had watch her father marry Rhaenyra, even then, Atleast she'd had her sister by her side. Now she was all alone and unsure of what to do with herself.

She doubts her father would accept her back in Dragon Stone, and her grandmother would welcome her with open arms, she would comfort her and then have her sent back to her husband the moment she was emotional stable. Because Baela was no longer a Maiden, she was to stay wherever her husband was. At the moment though, she would rather wonder aimlessly through the Sevens than to return to Aegon and his dreadful family, bar Haelena and her children. But how long would it take ontil news of her absence got to her father? How long would it take ontil he would track her down? Because as long as Baela remained with Moondancer, it would only be a matter of time before she was found.

She was promised loyalty, and yet all she got in return was pain and betrayal. To think she had been berating herself all this time for sharing a small kiss with Aegon and Joffrey, she had wanted to remain loyal to him. But Aemond hadn't thought the same of her. He had a mistress whom he had been bedding perhaps even before they got together. What did that say about their relationship? He held no ounce of respect for her. He toyed with her for the fun of it, it might have pleased him that he had something even Aegon could never get. Second sons, always bitter, willing to manipulate even their loved ones to get what they wanted.

Baela feels bitter for believing Aemond. Now she is forced to question his feelings for her. Had he meant anything he said? Did he love her or was she also just a tool in his hands like she was in the hands of Daemon Targaryen.

" I suppose we'll never know " She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands. Baela isn't going back to Kingslanding, She's not going to Driftmark nor Dragon stone either. Though, she had changed course to Driftmark where she knew she'd found a storm. Usually, riding Moondancer came with a sort freedom, she was always sure that no harm would come to her while she rode her Dragon, but now she was always keeping her eyes open, half expecting to see Vhager, perhaps even Sunfyre, both never came. And it goes to show how very little she means to them. She engraves the bitterness deep in her heart. She would remember this pain.

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Her landing is turbulent, Baela nearly falls of Moondancer due to her Dragon's messy landing. She manages to steady herself on the ground and watches with some amusement as Moondancer moves through the garden, seeming to enjoy the freedom. Baela bides her Dragon farewell and then makes her way through the corridors. Once more she feels like a shadow, the guards don't acknowledge her, though she sees them looking from the corner of their eyes. Joffrey must have something to do with it.

She notices an armored figure approaching from the other end of the Hall, Baela recognizes him as the Uncle, Jamie Lannister. She brushes pass him. Jamie pauses and watches her retreating figure momentarily before walking away, he decides It's non of his business. Baela arrives at Joffrey's bedchamber, like the other times she's been here, she doesn't bother knocking before entering the space. That proves to be a mistake because she finds the king once more occupied with his betrothed. This time though, Magaery wasn't trying to seduce, and Joffrey didn't look as put off as he did last time. He had a Crossbow in hand and was saying something to the princess who looked very much interested in whatever bullshit he was spouting. Feigned interest.

Baela makes her entrance as attention seeking as possible, and both Joffrey and Magaery turned to look at her. While Joffrey did straighten at the sight of her, his betrothed didn't look too happy with Baela's presence. The Targaryen princess get's it, somehow she could relate to the possessive nature that came with loving a man. She had tried to kill someone just earlier that day, and her hands was still itching to strangle Sylvi ontil she saw the lights fade from the woman's eyes.