Led By Fiery Passion { Aemond Targaryen}

Part 42

It had been two days...

Two days since they left Kings Landing along with leaving Aemond behind.

Two days since the news of Aenyra's beloved grandsire, Viserys, had reached them— that he had passed beyond with realm of the living.

Two days since Aegon usurped the iron throne from her mother, all things plunging Rhaenyra into a state of despair that led to her early labor.

Two days since the stillbirth of her little sister Visenya. The loss shattered Aenyra's heart; she had longed for a sister, only to have hope cruelly snatched away.

Now standing in front of the pyre where her sister lay in the flames, Aenyra fought back silent sobs. In her arms, she cradled little Aegon close to her, while Joffrey and Lucerys leaned close to her sides. Jacaerys was behind her, gripping one of joffreys hands in his. He tried to maintain a stoic expression despite the grief weighing down on him.Aenyra's gaze drifted to their mother. Rhaenyra stared blankly at the sea, her eyes fixed towards the distant horizon where Kings Landing lay hidden from view.

Aenyra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself amidst the tumult of emotions within her.
She glanced down at Aegon, his small face was a picture of innocence, blissfully unaware of the grief that enveloped their family.The rustle of the wind along with the crashing of waves where the only sounds breaking the heavy silence.

How could Aegon do this..
surely he didn't want to be king, it had to of been forced on him by Otto and Alicent.
Aegon made it obvious growing up that he never desired to be king,
but here we are, him on the iron thrown with Otto of all fuckers as his hand.

Her jaw clinched as she observed her mother closely. Unlike her and her siblings who were fighting the tears back Rhaenyra maintained a blank expression, her bloodshot eyes betrayed the pain of the last two days that she had gone through. Aenyra turned slightly meeting her grandmother Rhaenys gaze, a moment of solidarity passes between them.
But Aenyra's attention was drawn to the figure approaching— a member of the Kings guard making his way up the stones towards them.

Rage coursed through her as she passed Aegon off to Jacaerys and drew her knife from its sheath attached to her hip. Aenyra's heart raced as she instinctively moved to protect her family. Daemon— ever so vigilant was already a step ahead of her unsheathing Dark Sister from his side pointing it at the guard.

The sight of a king's guard appearing before them felt like a threat especially in this moment of vulnerability. She gripped her knife tightly in her hand positioning herself beside her father.
As the man drew closer he removed his helmet. Aenyra recognized him immediately, Ser Erryk Cargyll Aegon's sworn protector.
Rhaenys had come to place one of her hands softly on Aenyra's. "This is the man who freed me." Rhaenys said, catching everyone's attention.
Ser Erryk bends the knee as he holds out the conquerors crown in the air.
"I Ser Erryk Cargyll pledge my oath to Queen Rhaenyra, I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children, I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor."

Daemon slowly takes the crown from Ser Erryks grasp turning his body he walks up to Rhaenyra placing it gently on her head as he fell to one knee lowering his head.

"All hail Queen Rhaenyra of house Targaryen, first of her name, queen of the Andals the Rhoynar and the first men, Lady of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm."

Everyone present bent their knees and lowered their heads to the rightful ruler. 

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