ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞
⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to...
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✦✧ PART THREE ✧✦
⤷ TWENTY SEVEN; the two wrongs ⤶
THE SOUND OF HER HEARTBEAT so fast, her shallow breaths of panic as she neared the hall. Slamming the door open, the two looked at the horror show that was before them. Bloodied children, theirs included. All yelling at one another.
Looking at her brothers eye, his beautiful eye now a bloodied mess. "What has happened?" Dany demanded as she looked at all of the children's bloody forms.
Before she knew it, they all began screaming their sides. Her sisters and Alicent's voices echoing as they yelled their sides to her, no one listening to the King who demanded order.
"ENOUGH!" Viserys screamed out, his heart racing at the sight of his sons eye. All falling silent to his command as he stood. "Now Aemond tell me what has happened?"
Aemond simply ignored his father as he stared into his sister teary eyes "Sister, I claimed Vhagar." His words sent a cold chill down her spine, as though a dragon was worth more to him than his own safety.
"Aemond." her whisper sent sadness down the said boy, not realising it was breaking his sisters heart as he said it so proudly. "And then what?" Her words spiked some spiteful arguing but with a raised hand, they were silenced.
Looking at the two Velaryon boys with soft expressions, their faces bloody and in ruin. "Luke?" She questioned her eyes softening at his bloody form, glaring at her sister who went to speak. Cowering behind his mother before he spoke.
"We fought. I sliced his eye but only to protect Jace, I swear it. He was going to bash his head in and he already did so to Bae. I panicked...I" at his whimpering statement, she could only frown. Her brother harmed her son and in return her little Luke was forced to do the same.
Looking from her son who looked relatively fine to her brother, her little aemond, as his eye was being stitched up. Alicent next to him, completely and understandably hysterical.
"It will heal will it not, Maester?" The Queen questioned, her form becoming more fidgety as she grew more enraged and anxious. Sighing in disappointment, the Maester finally spoke after his stitches were done.
"The flesh surrounding shall heal but the eye is evidently lost, Your Grace." His attempts at soothing the Queen falls short as the short woman suddenly snaps her attention to her eldest son before marching towards him.
Without warning, her harsh hand is whipped across her sons face, the sound echoing of the walls. Those in attendance watching with horrified expressions, as she berated the prince. Stumbling away from his mother in pure shock "Ow! What was that for?"
