Inviolable Bindings | Aemond & Aegon II Targaryen

Chapter 50

The words cut like daggers as they left his lips, but Aemond masked his own hurt behind a wall of anger and stoicism. Viserra could see right past his front, knowing it cut deeper than he would ever let on.

"Maelor is dead?" She managed to ask. "How?"

"Do you truly wish to know how?" He asked, though she wasn't sure if he did not wish to speak it more than she wished to know.

"Perhaps not," she breathed, closing her eyes while continuing to process the reality of it. The image of the sweet toddling boy was now tainted as she tried to brush it from her mind. She only hoped the details had also been spared if they had reached poor Helaena. "Does your sister know?"

Aemond's face softened as he conjured up his response. "I do not know, but I imagine word has already made it back to the Keep. I am sure such a thing will be celebrated there."

Viserra shook her head, sick at the thought. "We will burn them all," she promised. "Where should we start?"

"Daeron has already taken care of the city responsible for our nephew's murder," he explained. "And he is headed to Tumbleton to continue closing in on King's Landing."

There still seemed to be more to what he was saying. She understood Daeron might need support, but it felt as if he were something else that drove his need to be involved.

"And?" She asked, prompting him to finish.

Aemond reached down and scooped her chin with his hand. "We can search out for Aegon as soon as we've ensured Daeron and the Hightower army are not overrun by Rhaenyra's forces."

Her brow furrowed once more, finally sensing where this was heading. "And you wish me to go to Daeron?"

"Do not tell me you oppose this now," he spoke with an almost mocking undertone. "You have been so eager to be of use."

Viserra pulled her chin from his hand.

One minute, Aemond did not want her leaving his side yet the next he was offering to let her fly to Tumbleton to possibly engage in battle. "There is something you are not telling me, Aemond," she pressed. "I would gladly bring my dragon to your brother and burn those that supported the killing of yet another child. But it surprises me you would let me go without so much of a fuss."

Aemond looked away briefly. "I plan to go with you," he confessed. "My hope is that it will not be much of a battle. I have heard there may be a way to sway one of the dragonseeds from Rhaenyra's side."

This peeked her ears. "What do you mean?"

Aemond's lips pressed into a thin line. "It has been rumored that one of them claims to be a son of Saera Targaryen."

Viserra was on her feet in a matter of seconds. "Saera, my grandmother?" She gasped in disbelief.

Aemond nodded. "That is what the man has been claiming to others."

"It would not be impossible," she spoke while thinking it through. I have not seen either of my uncles since I was a young child."

"Do you know their whereabouts?" He watched her closely, his eye sharp with interest.

"One left for Braavos and the other..." she paused, trying to recall a half forgotten memory. "Sunspear, with hope to make a new life in Westeros." Viserra felt the realization flash through her. He had indeed left for Westeros, it was not an impossible feat that he had traveled and ended up somewhere other than Dorne. "And which dragon did he claim?"

"Vermithor," he replied. "King Jaehaerys' mount. Which leads me to believe there might be truth to this all and why I need you there."

Viserra thought about it more, it all began to make sense. "You wish for me to try and turn him."