Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [Aegon Targaryen]

CHAPTER ELEVEN - REVENGE

HER LEGS WERE WEAK AS VHAGAR LANDED NEXT TO HER. The very sight of the dragon and the blonde haired girl on its back nearly made her fall over. Because she hadn't been forgotten. They did care. And they came.

Visenya Targaryen climbed off of Vhagar quickly and made her way over to Sarella. Her eyes landed on her, and it was like she knew then exactly what had happened. "Princess."

"Visenya," she choked out. A tear or two fell down her cheeks.

Visenya swiftly embraced her before her knees could buckle and held her up. "We will find him, and then you can put a sword through his heart."

Moments later another dragon landed, and the other Targaryen sister jumped off. Rhaenys ran to her and embraced her like they had known one another for years. "Sarella, what have they done to you?" She cried. "And your hair!"

"Rhaenys," Visenya interrupted sternly, as if to say that there was no time to talk about hair, "he raped her."

Rhaenys stopped completely and looked to be crying. "Then we will kill him slow."

"No," Visenya said, "we will do nothing. Sarella will kill him."

"Your Grace!" A man clad in armour shouted. Both queens turned their heads. "We found him! He is in irons. We are awaiting your command."

"It is the Princess' command now," Rhaenys told him. "What do you wish, Princess?"

"Lannister is mine," she snarled, following the man back into the castle. Her bare feet stepped on sharp objects and left footprints of blood as she walked, but she did not notice. So many bodies were scattered through the halls, and though she did not particularly care, she did take the time to be sure they were not Jayne or Lena. Or Aegon.

Loren Lannister was bound in irons in the middle of her great hall, bloody and full of dirt. One of the Targaryen's men handed her a sword. She gripped it tight in her hand, as if her life depended on it.

She circled around the bound man to stand in front of him. At the sight of her, he smirked.

"Loren of House Lannister," she began, "in the name of myself, Sarella Nymeros Martell, Princess of Dorne, in the name of every man, woman and child you have harmed, in the name of justice, I sentence you to die."

"My death will not heal the scars you bare," he retorted.

"No, it will not," she agreed, "but it's a fucking start."

She plunged the sword into his heart, watched the light leave his malicious green eyes, then kicked him off of the blade with her still bloody foot. She dropped the sword beside the body.

"Princess?" She turned at the voice, and her eyes met Aegon's indigo ones. Her heart stopped.

She must have looked completely unlike herself. Hair cut short, clothes only torn rags, blood and barely healing scars on her thighs, covered in dirt from head to toe. "Conqueror," she replied softly, her lips slightly parted even after the words left her lips.

He was across the room in seconds. Without stopping or even hesitating for a second or two, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. It caught her completely off guard and she froze because she knew it was wrong right as it happened, no matter how much she wanted it.

Visenya and Rhaenys were in the room. Aegon's wives. Her friends. The realization made her shove him away as hard as she could. She had to avoid his eyes as he stumbled backward, because she could practically feel the hurt in them.

But she had to meet his eyes, because perhaps if she did she could make him understand why she rejected his kiss, though it should have been obvious. She looked up, and his eyes bore into hers. She silently tried to reason with him, but his gaze was hard and cold.

The rest of the room was staring. Every single person stood and stared in awe of what the king had just done. Of what Sarella had done in rejecting him. Visenya and Rhaenys were there, as well as several Dornish lords, Lena and Jayne— her sisters whom she had not even seen yet, Orys Baratheon, Triston Massey. And the body behind her of the man who had raped her and of who she had just killed.

"You need to leave." The words left her lips quickly, before she even thought about them. "On the morrow, at first light. Please."

Aegon bower his head and nodded. "As you wish, Princess."

He exited the room, much to the awe of the onlooking crowd. Never had their king yielded to anyone, let alone a foreign woman. She had no expression on her face as she said, "Get this body out of my sight."

"Where shall we take it, Princess?" One of Yronwood's men asked.

"Throw it in with the waste, toss it in the sea, I care not. Just dispose of it. Now." He immediately followed his orders and he and a few others carried the body out of the room. "And while you are at it, get our armies ready. We are sending the deepest of the seven hells to the doorstep of Casterly Rock."

She hoped they would not see, but Sarella was trembling. The entire ordeal made her shake, and her knees were weak from standing so long. Yes, it was from the standing. Not Aegon's lips. She had to leave before anyone saw them give out.

"Jayne, Lena. Come with me." The two women quickly followed her out of the room, and caught her as she finally fell and burst into tears.

"It's all right, Sarella, you are all right now. You are safe." Jayne hugged her tightly from behind, and Lena from the front.

"What am I meant to do now?" She asked through her tears. "What can I do?"

"You will do what you do best," Jayne answered, "You will rule."

A/N: So, I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I edited and rewrote so many times. Comments are much appreciated :)