𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞,
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
— loml, taylor swift
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Asthorya hated goodbyes and funerals. She didn't understand why people had to die or leave. She didn't pretend to be "strong" and not fear the Stranger— death. She feared it, much like any other child, even more so the death of the people she loved the most. She wanted to leave before them so she wouldn't have to experience grief.

And that day, on a cloudy and funereal day, with the sea air rough and the wind colder than usual, she was exactly at a farewell, in Driftmark, seat of House Velaryon, far from her home, King's Landing.

Despite the stunning landscape, the sun seemed to be aware that it was not a good day to show up. It was the funeral of her aunt, Lady Laena Velaryon, youngest daughter of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and Lord Corlys Velaryon— Jacaerys' paternal grandparents. The poor lady had died at a young age due to complications during the birth of her third child, who never even left their mother's womb.

Unfortunately, they both died together in a tragic, unexpected end, but in a dignified way. Lady Laena was an exceptional rider of Vhagar, the only and oldest living dragon since the Age of Conquest. She died like a Targaryen, burned by the flames of her own mate and now her remains returned to her home, from where she never wanted to leave with her husband, Daemon.

Asthorya had spoken to Laena a few times at festive balls that brought her entire family together, and she was adorable, brave and admirable, she was loved by everyone who had the pleasure of meeting her and deserved that affection. Her twin daughters, Baela and Rhaena, who were practically the same age as Asthorya, were no different from their mother, everyone could see that they had the same free and determined spirit.

Asthorya and the girls were not close enough to be best friends. The three wanted to be closer, but since they lived too far from each other, it was practically impossible. The girls grew up in Essos, in the city of Pentos, complicating communication. Asthorya was sometimes encouraged to send them letters, just to keep in touch.

She watched with regret the girls beside her grandmother, the Queen Who Never Was, and felt an immense desire to hug them and offer her feelings and condolences. But Alicent and Otto Hightower, her maternal grandfather who had joined them on the journey and become Hand of the King again after the death of the former, kept her and her siblings close at all costs.

Ser Vaemond Velaryon, Lord Corlys's younger brother, gave a beautiful speech in High Valyrian, which went from beautiful and honorable in honor of Laena, his niece, to unnecessary and disrespectful in seconds when he mentioned pure blood and legitimacy. The words seemed to be clearly directed at Rhaenyra and her children. The boys lowered their heads feeling the judging looks towards them. Rhaenyra, however, did not spare her hard gaze in the man's direction, making it clear that she was not being intimidated by him.

Impulsively, Asthorya moved to go to Jacaerys and Lucerys, stand beside them and show her support, but Otto held her tightly by the shoulders, preventing her from moving her feet. Asthorya looked at him irritably and he shook his head and closed his brown eyes, discreetly denying her wishes. She obeyed him, having no choice, but still maintaining eye contact with Jace. Once again, they were separated because of others.

The heavy mood was only broken when Daemon let out a laugh that seemed sarcastic in the middle of Vaemond's speech. Asthorya bit her cheek looking at the Velaryon brothers, realizing that they also wanted to laugh, but did not do so out of respect for their cousins.

It was set to be a long day.

"Just look at her, we have nothing in common." Aegon grumbled, drinking wine from his glass, probably already the third one. Soon enough, he would be drunk and they were only halfway through the day.

Next to him was Aemond. The burial was over and they were now at a funeral party, which Aegon found more than boring and Aemond didn't have an opinion on it, he just thought it was unnecessary, after all they were never close to Laena and Daemon to even be there. He knew that all of that was just to keep up appearances.

Aegon was talking about Helaena, looking at his elder sister with a disgusted grimace. The girl was not doing anything out of the ordinary, not even paying attention to her siblings as she talked to a spider in the palm of her hand, sitting on the floor of her tent. For Aegon that was absurd, especially since he had recently been promised marriage to Helaena, and if it were up to their mother, they would soon be married and would have to be a "happy couple".

And Aegon hated it. The King's firstborn son only had interest in whores and drinking for as long as he could remember.

"She's our sister." Aemond defended his older sister and Aegon looked at him with evident sarcasm in his blue eyes. With his cup he then pointed to Astorya who was sitting on a bench alone.

"Funny that Astorya is also our sister and you treat her like horse shit." The prince pointed again with the cup in his hand to the princess, who also seemed unhappy. Aemond fell silent, knowing that Aegon was not wrong. "And since you like the weirdo so much, you marry her."

"I would marry her if it were necessary to keep our blood pure from Valyria, if Mother asked."

"Boring. Why are you so prudish Aemond?" Aegon lightly pushed his brother's shoulder, who just rolled his eyes, finding him childish for someone his age and who would soon be married. "Well, I'm not that dishonorable, I would happily marry Astorya."

He took a sip of his wine, his blue eyes fixed with malice and something else on his younger sister. The fact did not go unnoticed by Aemond, who directed his blue eyes to his brother's face. It was strange, Aemond did not know why, but he did not like that look.

"What do you mean by that?" He ventured to ask, raising a silver eyebrow, but deep down, he already knew the answer well. It was clear in Aegon's expression the intentions he had with Astorya, and that was bothering him more than he would like to admit.

"Exactly what I said. If you were not betrothed to Astorya, I would marry her with pleasure. She is everything Helaena will never be; Beautiful, intelligent, brave, sociable, and of course, she does not have strange dreams or talk to disgusting insects every single day." He said seriously. "Don't you agree?" Aegon gave a low laugh, licking his lips as he looked at Astorya once more, his laughter not infecting Aemond.

He clenched his fists and tried to remain calm, but a small irritation was noticeable in his voice.

"I'm not betrothed to Asthorya and you should not speak like that about her or Helaena, who will be your future Queen." Aemond reminded himself of the future that awaited his brother, the future that Aegon hated the most, and he snorted in response.

"You are not betrothed to our sister... Still, when she completes her twelfth Name Day, I bet Sunfyre that our mother will want to unite the two of you as one, just as she did with me and Helaena... Well, she and I are not so different in a way... "Aegon said with a smile, eating with his eyes a servant who was approaching with a new batch of golden cups. "We both like creatures with very long legs."

Aemond ignored his brother's joke, he was focused on observing the main reason why his thoughts never rested, he was thinking about what Aegon had said about the two of them, he didn't want to marry Astorya, he hated her...

Astorya, in turn, was looking at everything around her and listening to the waves crashing against the rocks, oblivious to the looks people gave her. It wasn't just her brothers who were watching her. The Lords present couldn't deny how beautifully she was blossoming. Many in that place were already thinking about the possibility of marriages between their children and her— or even themselves— when she came of age. Having a Targaryen princess and a dragon in the family was more than welcome.

But what irritated Aemond the most was the fact that, while so many men were lusting after her, she only had eyes for a bastard. As he watched her, he noticed her eyes darting around, but always stopping for too long on Jacaerys, who was now beside Daemon's twins, holding Baela's hand to comfort her. Aemond noticed the jealousy in his sister's violet eyes that turned a darker color than normal.

She was glaring at the two of them in front of everyone and apparently didn't even realize her revealing expression. Without thinking twice, he went to her, leaving a confused Aegon behind, who just rolled his eyes and went to get other types of drinks. Aemond stood in front of Astorya, blocking her view of Jacaerys and Baela with his body.

"He doesn't deserve you."

"Huh?" Astorya muttered, glaring at her brother and not understanding anything he was saying. He had said the words faster than the wind for her to understand. And she was still angry with him. "Look, if you came here to do another one of your blackmailings, I've already told you my answer—"

"It's nothing like that, Astorya... It's just that... That..." Aemond began to stutter, his words became confused and he felt his legs go soft as jelly, and that had never happened to him before.

"What?" Will you stop stuttering like a baby and just say it?" She cut him off impatiently and Aemond felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, looking down at his boots.

Why had he gone there? What was he waiting for? He hated her. She hated him. And it will always be like that.

"Forget it."

He walked away from her with his hands in fists, not even realizing how much she affected him. Astorya rolled her eyes, watching him walk off somewhere else.

It was night and everyone was already in their beds, at the castle of House Velaryon. Asthorya was in her bed with a comfortable mattress and a feather pillow beneath her head, with warm blankets covering her completely. Still, she couldn't sleep a wink thinking about what she had felt for the first time that night in the main hall— jealousy.

Moreover, there was that strange conversation with Aemond... What was he trying to do? Was he using a different approach to threaten her again or was he genuinely caring for her? Asthorya feared she had understood it all wrong and, instead, he was just trying to fool her.

The next morning would was set to be the day Aemond would tell everyone about her and Jace. She was afraid of how things would turn out from then on, afraid of the future, but she was even more afraid of never seeing her beloved again.

She had to do something about it, and it had to be now or she would never forgive herself. Asthorya began to cough loudly and exaggeratedly. As expected, Ser Criston entered her room in alarm, his hand on the scabbard of his sword. Her mother's Oath Shield was standing guard at her door, unfortunately for her. He was one of the best knights in the Kingdom, but she was the smartest— not to mention most manipulative— ten-year-old girl in the Seven Kingdoms.

"My Princess, are you alright?"

"Yes... Just my throat is little dry..." She coughed again, putting her hand to her lips. The man looked at her, not knowing what to do. "Could you go get me some water, please?"

"I'm sorry, Princess, but I am not allowed to leave your side tonight. As ordered by your mother, the Queen." Criston replied with conviction, squaring his shoulders.

Asthorya thought he was a fool for being so faithful to her mother. This often irritated her because Alicent often sent him to follow the princess like a guard dog. She enjoyed his company, of course. But she enjoyed her freedom more— or the freedom her father made her think she had.

"Please, Ser Criston! My throat is so scratchy it hurts!" the girl begged, pretending to have another severe coughing fit. Cole widened his eyes, thinking about what to do when he saw the girl in that situation. She was already turning red like a bell pepper, and he thought that if she died on her watch it would be much worse than him having left his post to help her. He ran out of there, saying, "Stay there! I'll be right back with your water and maybe a Maester, Princess!"

"What?! No, Ser Criston!" Asthorya jumped out of bed in order to stop him, as she didn't mean for her lie to go that far. But the desperate man was already far away, and wasting no time Tory put on her slippers, wearing only a pink nightgown—it was the only time she could choose the color of her clothes— she left her chambers, sneaking like a little mouse wanting to get to where Jace was sleeping.

However, halfway there, the princess saw a green cloak, that she knew very well who it belonged to, coming out of the shadows and she decided to change her path out of curiosity, in order to follow Aemond. He left the castle and walked silently towards the beach. When Asthorya lrealized what he was going to do, her heart almost came out of her mouth from how fast it beat in her chest.

He had to be joking.

"Aemond!" She shouted desperately, running towards him, her silver hair flying in the wind. "Don't go, brother!"

"By the Seven Hells, what are you doing here?!" He said in a whisper as desperate as hers, but making less noise, he didn't want to wake the lady of the house the wrong way. "Don't speak loudly, you'll wake her up and we'll be burned alive!"

Asthorya looked at Vhagar and swallowed hard, relieved that the she—dragon hadn't noticed them yet.

"Vhagar won't burn us if we leave first, you fool!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him, but Aemond quickly let go of her easily, narrowing his eyes at her.

"No. You can go wherever you want, but I'll tame her." He said firmly, with no room for argument.

"Aemond, this is no time for jokes..." The princess whispered with a cracking voice, mediating her gaze between Aemond and Vhagar. The dragon had started to stir, waking up from her nap. "Let's go, please! Aemond, she—"

"Enough! I'm tired of always being put down by you, by Aegon, by Jace, by the Gods, even by Luke, who is years younger than me, just because I don't have a dragon! Lady Laena is gone, she's dead." His coldness made Astorya a little afraid of him. "Which means Vhagar is without a rider. This is my chance, Asthorya. If you really care about me, you have to let me tame her and make her mine!" The silver—haired boy roared, rising above his sister who was wide—eyed and frightened in a way he had never seen before. He then realized she wasn't looking at him, but instead over his shoulder.

"A-Amond... I—I'm scared..." Asthorya whispered, holding tightly onto Aemond's arm, who stood in front of her, intending to protect her from the large dragon that was looking at them with burning eyes, its huge mouth slowly opening.

"Shh, you idiot, you have to stay still so I can take care of this, don't move." He whispered back and Vhagar growled at them, flapping her wings just a few inches and raising a cloud of sand that blinded them. Her roar was so loud that it threw the two siblings back and away from each other.

Asthorya felt the painful impact on her back as she hit the hard sand. But she didn't have time to worry or feel pain, because Vhagar was approaching her. She was slow, but her paws were large and in a few steps she would be ready to devour her. Asthorya could have run, if she hadn't been paralyzed with fear.

"Vhagar, no!" Aemond stood in front of Asthorya again, and spoke the words firmly in High Valyrian so that the old dragon would understand him correctly, extending his hand towards her. Vhagar roared again, threatening to unleash her fire on the siblings, but she didn't attack them this time.

Asthorya watched them, praying to the Seven to protect them.

"I told you, no! You won't hurt my sister! Sit down! Now!"

To the surprise of both siblings, who were already expecting certain death, Vhagar obeyed him, lowering her head and sitting on the sandy ground. She had respected Aemond. Been tamed by him.

Aemond blinked several times to make sure this was real, that it wasn't just a dream or a trick of his head. No, finally he had managed to tame a dragon. The largest dragon currently alive in all of Westeros. And all by himself.

"Aemond, you..."

"I tamed her, Asthorya! I tamed Vhagar!" Aemond smiled broadly. Asthorya had never seen him so happy, so proud of himself, and he soon pulled his sister into a hug, spinning her in the air euphorically. "Fly with me!"

He asked and Asthorya really wanted to, but her fear of flying made her look at him with an apologetic look.

"Aemond, I'm proud of you and I'd love to ride her with you, but... I can't. And besides, you don't know how to ride and neither do I..." She lamented. Aemond took her hands in his cold ones and took a deep breath in frustration.

"Come on, please Asthorya, come with me!"

Asthorya sighed with regret. Aemond was being sincere and for the first time he really wanted her company for something, but she couldn't accept that, it was risky.

"I can't! What if I faint up there?! I don't want to die with a broken spine or a crushed head! Or fall into the sea and drown!"

"It doesn't matter." He let go of her hands harshly, his smile slowly fading as he turned his back on her and walked towards the dragon, certain that he was ready to climb on her. "I'll go alone then, I don't need a little brat to accompany me."

"What are you talking about? Aemond, I don't—"

"Stop! You're lying. If it were our nephew Strong in my place, you would go without thinking twice! But I don't need you, I never did, and now with Vhagar, the day will never come when I will. I tamed the largest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms! I don't want your dragon anymore, little sister. She's as ridiculous as you are." Aemond cruelly said to his sister and rode Vhagar, flying above the clouds, not caring about anything or anyone.

Aemond's screams could still be heard from above, which only made Tory more anxious about his safety as he didn't know how to control Vhagar properly. What was he thinking? Asthorya wanted to understand how someone could change their behavior so quickly in such a short time. It seemed like his life mission was to torment her, but she still cared about him.

She waited for him until he returned with the dragon. When he did, his hair was all disheveled and the only thing he did was look her up and down, disdaining her, without saying a single word. Then the two of them headed to the castle. Asthorya still wanted to talk to Jace, but with Aemond by her side it would be impossible without him causing a scene.

"It's them." Rhaena pointed at Tory and Aemond, stopping them in the hallway, but her usual friendly look was being replaced by one of anger.

Baela, Luke and Jace followed her, all three of them with judgmental looks in Aemond and Asthorya's direction. The girl was confused; what had she done to make them look at her like that?

"It's me." Aemond replied proudly, lifting his chin.

"You took Vhagar, she was our mother's!" Baela accused, approaching him angrily, her fists clenched.

"Your mother is dead." He retorted coldly.

"Aemond!" Asthorya reprimanded him, lightly hitting his shoulder. That was not something to say to anyone, but he ignored her, his presumption blinding him.

"She was mine by right!" Baela continued getting closer, it was clear that she was holding back so as not to immediately attack him physically. And that worried Asthorya.

"Then you should have claimed her. If you wanted her, you would have done it first, but I know your cousins ​​can find a pig to ride. They suit you." The Targaryen mocked with a small smile, his sentence being enough for Baela to punch him in the face.

Asthorya jumped back in surprise, moving away so as not to be hit by her cousin as well. Aemond then punched her quickly and Rhaena went to her sister's defense, but was soon brutally pushed away by the boy.

"Attack me again and I'll feed you to my dragon!"

Jace and Luke also got involved in the fight, protecting the girls. Luke went for it when Aemond pushed him and the poor guy ended up getting punched in the nose. It turned into a general confusion and only got worse when Aemond practically strangled Luke, making the other children go after him together. Astorya finally stepped in to defend Aemond, pushing Baela and Rhaena to get off him. What he did wasn't fair, but four against one wasn't fair either.

Baela punched Asthorya in the nose, drawing blood in the same second. Asthorya, furious at her cousin's aggressive attitude, retaliated by punching the girl in the jaw. Her hand hurt, but she would do it again so that Baela would feel the same way she did. Rhaena then grabbed her from behind, holding her so that Baela could attack her. Asthorya closed her eyes, waiting for the next painful punch that would be given to any part of her body. But before that, Aemond got rid of Luke and Jace and went to protect her, threatening the girls with a rock he picked up from the ground to let her go.

"Let her go! Now!" The boy shouted, looking furiously at his cousins. He would not accept them hurting her.

The girls obeyed in fear, realizing the seriousness of his words, and Asthorya ran to Aemond's side, feeling more protected by him than by Jacaerys, who had done nothing to protect her until then. She stared at him, feeling betrayed, and from the look in his eyes, he thought the same about her. Things were falling apart between them. Asthorya's heart sank and she thought about her mother's words. Had she been right about Jace all along?

Lucerys surprised everyone and without thinking, went after Aemond, who easily grabbed him by the neck and threatened him with the stone in his hand, his grip on him so strong that it lifted him off the ground.

"You're going to burn to death like your father! Bastards!"

"My father is alive!" Luke retorted, trying to free himself from his uncle's strong grip, gasping for air.

"He doesn't know, does he?" The prince teased, lowering the stone, smiling at Jace. "Lord Strong."

Jacaerys pulled a dagger from his robes, pointing it at Aemond, and went for him, trying to attack him. Astorya stepped in front of him, trying to stop him somehow— it was all very fast, a fraction of a second that would change everything between them— but it wasn't enough. Jace's eyes widened in despair when he realized he was going to hit her and he pushed her away before the dagger could hurt her. Once Astorya realized what happened, she had already hit her head on the stone wall after falling to the ground.

When she sat up with difficulty and put her hand on her scalp, she saw red blood staining her fingers. But she didn't have time to worry or feel pain, because in front of her very eyes, her nephews attacking her brother together. Asthorya could do nothing but watch in absolute horror as the disgusting event unfolded. It all happened so fast and so slow as, in a planned move, Jace and Luke attacked Aemond together, the sound of knife slicing through skin and the color of blood spurting everywhere, to the point that no one knew for sure who had been injured.

But when the Velaryon brothers took a step back, the proof was there for all to see; in the place of Aemond's right eye, there was now a dark, disgusting crater that'd forever remain as a reminder of that night.

All hell broke loose in a way never seen before in Driftmark Castle. In contrast to the starry night sky and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore, the interior was filled with fire and blood. The children poured into the great hall, running to their respective parents, who were trying to comprehend what was happening with concern and confusion.

Asthorya felt weak on her legs and could not quite make out what was being said, a mix of loud voices and lies, as she stood beside her mother and the Maister, who was checking the wound in Aemond's eye. That was what all her nephews and cousins ​​were— liars. They had betrayed her trust and left her brother half blind.

"Enough!" Alicent finally turned to interject, her voice echoing through the hall. "It should be my children telling the tale!" The queen now had a protective arm around each of them, the children's faces pressed into the skirts of her gown, and Aemond's face was clearly visible to all.

"He called us bastards..." Jacaerys explained quietly beside his mother, trying to make eye contact with Asthorya, but she staunchly refused.

"Aemond..." King Viserys began in a scolding manner, before distributing the same look to all the children. "I will have the truth. Now." He demanded.

"What else is there to hear?" Alicent was quick to retort angrily. "Your children have been maimed. Her son is responsible."

"It was a regrettable accident." Rhaenyra stepped forward to defend her own, her voice far more controlled, but with a flinch of defensiveness and anger behind it too.

"Accident?" The redheaded's voice hit an octave higher. "Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son."

As Rhaenyra explained that the boys were defending themselves from an insult— one that would cost their tongues since they questioned the legitimacy of the children of the heir to the Iron Throne—, Viserys insisted that Aemond tell him where he had heard that and Aegon simply replied, "We know, Father. Everybody knows. Just look at them."

The king then said that it should end and everyone there should start acting like a family. In that moment, Asthorya finally understood what Aemond had always told her; Viserys was foolish and deluded if he did not see— or ignored— the chasm that now divided the two sides of the family, too deep to be sewn together, especially after that night.

Alicent, not satisfied with simply letting that go, demanded revenge. An eye for an eye. Asthorya felt her heart tighten, knowing that this would not end well. She also felt slightly dizzy and her vision blurred, but she thought it was just nerves.

"You've hurt my Asthorya!" Alicent accused in a desperate scream at her daughter-in-law, the two now dangerously close, tears of rage streaming down the queen's cheeks as she heard the low, frightened sobs of her youngest offspring. "If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will."

Asthorya's eyes widened, feeling a sharp headache suddenly hit her and when she put her hand to her scalp, she realized that it was bleeding much more than before. The last thing she saw was her mother advancing with a dagger in her hand to strike her half-sister, but before she could even call out for her to stop— or for help— Asthorya had already fallen into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Astorya tried to open her eyes, but realized that she was having more difficulty than usual. When she managed to lift her eyelids, light invaded her vision. Looking to the opposite side, she found Aemond sitting in a chair next to her bed, his head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees, hunched over. Everything was confusing to her, and the sight of him there made her even more confused.

"Aemond..." She called out to him with difficulty, feeling her throat scratchy. At that moment, he looked up at her, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing. "Can you... Give me some water?"

"S-sure!" He took a jug of water and a glass from the dresser next to him, handing it to her. She drank in slow sips to ease her thirst. "By the Seven, Asthorya, I thought I would never see you again!"

The boy sighed with a choked voice, wanting to cry, but of course he wasn't going to do it at that moment. He also felt like hugging his sister, but he held back so as not to hurt her more. After she drank the water, Asthorya handed him the glass, which he put back on the dresser.

"What happened?" She asked, not understanding his expression, which was a mix of concern and pain. Then, looking at him more closely, she realized that he still had a large scar on one of his eyes and now wore an eye patch. Her heart hammered in her chest when she discovered that her brother really was one-eyed after Luke's attack and it infuriated her even more.

It was a nightmare come true. Her mother was always right in the end.

"My eye and the fact that you were unconscious for a week prove that the Velaryons are not our friends, sister. I know it's hard for you to believe, since you've always been closest to them... But they are evil, Mother was always right. In the end they only care about themselves. They left for Dragonstone... And none of them came to visit you to see if you were okay." Aemond took her hand in comfort. She let him do it without protest, not finding the strength to contradict him.

She looked away, holding back her tears; Aemond was right, her mother was right all along, but she just didn't see the truth that was right in front of her face because she loved them too much. Because she loved Jace too much. And that was destroying her. Her husband who was supposed to take care of her, who promised to always be hers and be good to her, was not the first person she saw when she woke up. Instead, she found the brother who always despised her, and that opened her eyes in more ways than she could count.

Tears threatened to fall from her violet eyes, but Asthorya took a deep breath, preventing the lump in her throat from growing and the crying coming in waves. From then on, after her heart was destroyed...

She would never treat them the same way again.

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author's notes:
Aemond is like: only I can mess with my sister, you bastards