My Own Heart || Joffrey Velaryon

"YOU WERE JUST A CHILD. IT'S NOT YOU'RE FAULT.

When Aemond Targaryen set out through the streets of Kings Landing to hunt down his drunken older brother, something he must have done a hundred times before, he never expected to discover something that would change his life forever and for the better.

Whilst dragging Aegon back towards the Red Keep by command of their mother, the Queen, his eye stops and his body halts when he catches sight of a small girl, barely three years old, who's entire body was drenched in dried blood, and who had long curly hair as silver and bright as a midnight moon.

It was no secret that Aegon had many bastard children roaming around Kings Landing, so this did not surprise Aemond in the slightest. And as much as he wanted to keep moving and leave the little girl behind, his conscience would not allow him to.

And so, Aemond Targaryen returned to the Red Keep that day, dragging his older brother by his hair with one arm, and carrying a small Targaryen child in the other.