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Fear had struck Aurora further when she kept denying her husband to fly on the back of the Queen of Dragons, none for her own, but for her children. She had given Aemond every and any excuse she could think of whenever he would bring it up. Until she had gotten ill. She had been bed ridden for going on a fortnight and none of the Maesters knew what the Lady wife of Prince Aemond had caught.
Alicent looked to Grandmaester Orwyle who had sent word to the Citadel to ask for aid of the Archmaesters. "Is there nothing we can do for her, surely there must be something?" She asked, looking to the nursemaid who had tried to ease the children of Prince Aemond and Lady Aurora as neither parent had been available. Helaena had been more hesitant to help the twins of Aurora, as she had barely known how to properly care for her own children who had luckily been older. "All we have left, Your Grace, is mercy of the Gods" Orwyle said as he looked to Alicent who turned to her father, the Hand had been listening but not yet responded as he had been thinking how to get Aemond back doing his duties as he had not left his wife's side, his sorrows reflected in Vhagar as the large beast grew weary in the field outside King's Landing.
"I shall go to the sept, bring the young children, let them be blessed by the Septon in good health" Alicent said as Orwyle nodded before she looked to her father. "What do you say?" Alicent asked as she looked to her father, his own mind wondered if perhaps with the possibility of Lady Aurora passing from her illness if there had been a maiden in the land to gift to Prince Aemond for allies. His son Prince Aerion would be in line behind his father who had been third in line once Aegon was to ascent the Iron Throne. "Only the Gods can decide, but Prince Aemond must soon see to his duties again" the Hand said as the Queen wanted to scoff. Yet, she withheld. "Then, my Lord Hand, you may try to pry the Prince from his wife's side" she said before she walked on making sure to ready everything to bring along her grandchildren to the Sept.
Aemond had looked to Aurora, her forehead glistering with the sweat of the fever which had her seeing things that had not been there, like a fire had been lit within her body. "Aemond" she cried out when she felt a hand on her head. "Ease, my love, you must not worry yourself too much" Aemond whispered back. He wore a loose blouse with puffy sleeves and had disregarded his eyepatch and leather string to keep his hair in place long ago.
"You—" she croaked out. "Take care of yours" she said with heavy breaths as she groaned in pain, visions of dragons and fire blazing behind her eyelids had tormented her for a week. She had not yet realised what was wrong with her and if anyone knew they withheld it from her. "I am fine" Aemond tried to reassure her. "You reek—" she muttered softly. "of dragon" she finished her sentence, turning her head towards him as she opened her eyes. Aemond chuckled, but there had been no humour left within him as he looked to the state of his wife, not even the Grandmaester had been able to remedy her. "If you join me, perhaps a bath will sooth your fever, my love" Aemond said before he barked orders at a maid to prepare a bath.
