𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ─ OF BLOOD AND THE SEA
❝ if i'm 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 why are you 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 ❞

𝐒er Harwins death wasn't the only one to struck the Velaryon children. Lady Laena Velaryon, Aemma's aunt and the wife of Daemon Targaryen, had taken her life, having commanded her dragon Vhagar to burn her alive after her failure in giving birth. The funeral was decidedly to be held back at Driftmark, which caused Daemon and his daughters to return to Westeros.

The sky was a dull grey, fit for the mournful occasion. Aemma dawned a gown of all black for the occasion, though she would've rather had worn it to Ser Harwins funeral, which she had requested to go to, but Rhaenyra denied her request, and basically dragged her on to Driftmark. 

Laena's ashen body was laid in a beautifully crafted casket, and was on the edge, close from falling into the clear blue waters of Driftmark, with only nets and rope holding it up. The funeral party stood on a cliffside, onlooking the watery burial, as silent as a crypt, as Vaemond Velaryon, Laena's uncle, spoke a eulogy.

"Tubī Velario Lentro Ābrāzme Laene iēdrarta mōrqittot, māzīlarē tubirri Elēdrion ziry umīsilza luo dāriot, hannagon Embrurliot gierūlti. Solion tolijor zijosy pradarose, Ābrāzma Laena rāeniot hen eglio ilvot lanto taloti hembis." (We join today at the Seat of the Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of the Merling King. Where he will guard her for all the days to come. As she sets to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore.) Those who understood the language knew that his words were a backhand to Rhaenyra, feeding onto the rumor, on the legitimacy of her childrens birth. 

"Pōja muña hen zȳho solio āmāzīlus daor, yn ānogrosa gierī ozletaksi humbilza. Velario ānogro rȳ lopor ojāris. Īlvon qumblī iāris. Īlvon drējī iāris. Se dōrī vajiñagon īlvon bēvilis." (Though their mother will not return from her voyage, they will all remain bound together in blood. Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Ours run thick, ours run true, and ours must never thin.) A chuckle left Daemon's lips, which caused heads to turn to him, looks of shock on the people faces as his blatant disrespect at the funeral of his own late wife. And once his chuckles faded, Vaemond continued.

"Talus mandus ñuhus. Inkoso kostōbāpis aōhis jelmīs sagon, gīso lykāpas aōhas embis, se prūmȳsa lēdāpas aōhas manengīs. Hen embār masti. Va embrot āmāzīli." (My gentle niece, may the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart. From sea we came, to sea we shall return.)

And so, with his last words, the guards let the net that held the casket to land loose, and the casket fell into the deep waters that surrounded the cliff, returning Laena Velaryon to the sea.

𝐀emma Velaryon stood gravely in a corner, with her two brothers flanking her, when their mother approached them.

"Have you seen your father." Rhaenyra questioned, receiving silence as their response. At that Rhaenyra changed the subject, turning back to look at the two silver-haired twins that had just lost their mother. "Your little cousins have lost their mother." She turned back to them, "They could use a kind word."

"We have an equal claim to sympathy." Aemma spoke, looking up at her mother, who looked back at her with a disappointed look.

"Aemma."

"We should be at Harrenhal, mourning Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin." Jace spoke up, supporting his sisters claim.

"It would not be appropriate." Rhaenyra shook her head, "The Velaryons are our kin and the Strongs are not." The two looked down to their feet, both knowing it to be a lie, no matter how many times Rhaenyra herself denied it.

Rhaenyra took their faces into either of her hands, "Look at me." She turned their heads to look up at her, "Do you understand?" After a pause, Aemma removed her head from Rhaenyra's hold and walked off, to no where in particular.

"𝐖e have nothing in common." Aegon complained, watching as Helaena and his youngest sister, Vaenora sat next to each other, playing with one of their numerous bugs. He had taken his disappointment for his betrothal to Helaena with him from Kings Landing.

"She's our sister." Aemond replied, observing his twin and older sister.

"You marry her then." Aegon rolled his eyes.

"I would preform my duty, if mother had betrothed us." Aemond explained with a shrug.

"If only." Aegon stated beneath his breath. "But then again, she isn't our dear sweet niece, isn't she?" At his words, Aemond blushed, looking down to his feet. 

"You two do have much in common. You know with the whole dragon thing." Aegon playfully spoke.

"Ahh." Aegon suddenly exclaimed, wrapping an arm around him. "Speaking of her." Aegon turned and called out, "Niece."

At the call, Aemma stopped in her step, and turned towards the sound of the voice. There she found her two uncles, stood next to each other, with Aegon's arm around Aemond.

"Come." Aegon motioned her over, causing Aemma to sigh, and walk over to the two. "Why do you look so miserable?"

"Well it is a funeral." Aemond answered matter-a-factly. 

"Laena was my aunt." Aemma stated.

"Yes she was. She wasn't anything special to me, theres no reason for me to be here." Aegom smugly said.

"Rather be back in Kings Landing drinking yourself to death, don't you, uncle"

Aegon tilted his head at her, eyes squinted, "Why yes." His eyes trailed off to a wench who held a plate that was decorated with numerous wine glasses, "Speaking of wine." Aegon looked down at the cup he already held in his hand, which gone empty as he gulped down the rest of his wine, before swallowing the red liquid down his throat with a large burp, "Wench, another." He called going after the woman, who quickly stopped, at the princes's approach.

Aegon placed down his empty cup, replacing it with another, but he didn't stop at only one, as his hand reached to another, before turning away from the wench, who quickly took off afterwards. "Niece." Aegon called, walking back over towards them. Aegon took a sip out of one of the cups, holding the other one out to Aemma, "Here." Both Aemma and Aemond rose their eyes at the boys offer.

"I'd rather not." Aemma declined, hand moving the cup away from her.

"You'll look less miserable." Aegon explained.

Aemma scoffed, "Speak for yourself, you miserable cunt." The two brothers looked at her surprised.

"That isn't a lady-like response." Aegon smirked.

Aemma rolled her eyes, "I don't want the bloody wine." At her words the ground shook. 

The loud roar of Vhagar filled the air, as the courtyard turned to the dragon, who had her head stretched out looking out on the horizon. The courtyard turned to fallow where the dragon was looking at and a roar louder than Vhagar's pierced the air. A dragon larger than Vhagar flew into view, flying over head, casting a large shadow over the people.

A looks of awe crossed the faces of people as the dragon flew circles overhead. Viserys stumbled back, before quickly getting caught by a Kings Guard and led over to a nearby chair to sit, not believing his eyes.

A dragon that all had presumed was dead after all the years of it being missing, and yet here it was.  Flying over their heads, roaring louder than ten dragons combined, with the fierce look of fire in its eyes. 

Balerion the black dread was back.

𝐀emma hadn't taken her eyes off the dragon since he showed up, watching in an awed curiosity, as Balerion and Vhagar flew in the sky, a plan being calculated within her head.

"Aemma." Rhaenyra called, finding her daughter, with her head angled up eyes stuck to the large dragons. "Aemma." She called once more, placing a hand on her shoulder, gaining her attention. Aemma let her eyes fall from the dragons, turning to her mother, who sighed at her. "It's getting late, get to bed."

Aemma let out a loud sigh, her shoulders dropping as she turned to her mother. "But mother."

"No buts. Get to bed." She firmly restated.

Aemma wordlessly nodded, before leaving her mothers view. But before she could even turn to the Driftmark castle to find her chambers, she took to looking for Aemond instead. "Aemond." She called once she found the silver haired boy, who turned at the sound of his name.

"Yes?" Aemond questioned, raising a brow.

"When everyone goes to bed, meet me at my chambers." Aemma spoke lowly, so no one else would hear.

"What? Why?" Aemond asked, but received no answer as she just winked before turning on her heal and making her way to the castle. She only faltered in her step as she caught sight of her grandfather, who was already staring at her, a bony hand motioning her over.

Aemma approached, curtsying before him. "Grandfather." She said as she straightened.

"When i was a young boy, and stronger than I am now, I had Balerion as my mount." Viserys said, a look of nostalgia in his eyes. "And then, Balerion fled Kings Landing and wasn't heard of again. I never took another mount after that, and Balerion was presumed dead. And now he's back." The two turned two the dragon who was now settled on the ground, beside Vhagar. "I don't think I'll be able to mount him again, not with my decreasing health." Aemma looked down, at the mention of her weakening grandfather. A hand on her arm caused her to look back up at the man.

"But you could."

𝐀t the sound of a hint of a knock at her door, Aemma pulled up open, and found, as she expected, Aemond standing behind it.

"What are we doing?" Aemond questioned, as Aemma joined him in the empty hall, devoid of any life except them.

"You'll see." Aemma simply answered, beginning to walk down the hall. Once she found a dark corner she took Aemonds hand and dragged him in it with her. "Aemond." She turned to him, face entering the sliver of light that shown dim in the darkness.

"Kiss me."

Aemonds mouth fell open, lips parting at her request. "What?"

"I dare you to kiss me."

"Wha- Really?" Aemond gulped. Aemma nodded and Aemond closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he leaned in.

A sharp gust of wind flew in his face and as he opened his eyes, Aemma was no longer in front of him, instead running down the hall, laughter leaving her lips.

Aemond's face twisted in embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing. "Aemma." He called after her, running after the giggling girl.

Aemond continued to follow her, even as the two exited the castle into the cool night air. The girl soon stopped, ducking down behind a small grass covered hill.

Aemond stopped beside her, out of breath. "Aemma, wh-" Aemond din't have time to finish his question as Aemma grabbed onto his cape and dragged him down.

"Shhh." She whispered, not looking at him, instead keeping her eyes to something beyond the hill she hid behind.

"What?" Aemond settled, picking himself off the ground and crouching beside her, looking over the hill, and through the grass the covered it, along with her. All thoughts of his embarrassment for the previous moment turned to shock as he immediately sighted the two large dragons that slept side by side.

"Aemma-"

"Shhh." She put a finger to her lips, turning towards him. She then turned back, to the dragons, beginning to rise from behind the hill.

"Aemma, what are you doing?"

Aemma didn't answer, instead she began to carefully make her way over to the dragons.

"Fuck." Aemond cursed, rising up, beginning to follow after her.

The two stopped beside each other, sharing a look before Aemma walked forward, moving over to Balerion. A look of questioning crossed Aemond's face, before a look of realization took over, as he began to walk over to Vhagar.

Their hair whipped back behind them as the hot dragon breath wafted in their faces. Aemma covered her face at the heat that came from Balerion. If that was his breath, what was his fire like?

Sensing their presence in front of them, the two dragons woke from their slumber, rising their heads, a grown of warning leaving their lips.

"Dohaeras." (Serve.) The two called out, outstretching their hands.

Aemma softly called out, "Dohaeras, Balerion. Lykiri. Lykiri." (Serve, Balerion. Calm down. Calm down.) Balerion became quiet, watching with curiosity at the small girl of 11 before him. "Lykiri." (Calm down.) The two called, their voices louder. Vhagar gave a catlike purr, towards Aemond, causing him to slowly begin to make his way about the dragon, finding a way to mount her. But Balerion still held a look of questioning in his eyes.

"Balerion." Aemma put her arm down, face forming a false look of defiance up at the dragon. "Dohaeras." (Serve.) And after a minute that felt like an hour, Balerion grumbled, closing his large eyes.

A look of triumph appeared on Aemma's face as she slowly began to walk towards the side of Balerion, looking for a way to get on his back.

Vhagar due to her size had a ladder attached to her, that hung down her side and was  used to climb up. Balerion didn't due to all his years in exile, causing Aemma to struggle as she used his spikes to climb up, surly leaving holes his her clothes as she did. Aemma grinned over at Aemond, who looked back at her, with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"Sōvēs." (Fly.) Aemma spoke loudly enough for both dragons to hear, clutching onto Balerions spikes, due to him not having a saddle or reigns, getting ready for him to take flight.

The dragon instead shook beneath her, both dragons grumbling at the order.

"Dohaeras, Balerion! sōvēs." (Serve, Balerion! fly!)

"Dohaeras, Vhagar! sōvēs." (Serve, Vhagar! fly!)

The dragons began to move before, beginning to rise in the air, the two letting out a yell at the movement.

Aemma let out a laugh, "Whoooooo!" Aemma yelled, and Aemond laughed looking over at her. And the dragons roared loud into the night.

𝐓ime passed quickly as the two flew their dragons throughout the night sky. Aemond had landed Vhagar, deciding to head back to the castle, which left Aemma to fly around Balerion alone. It was only minutes after Aemond had left that Aemma also landed Balerion. Aemma carressed the dragons snout, watching as Balerion closed his eyes to the soft touch. 

Aemma had a skip in her step as she made her way to a cave that would lead her back to Driftmark. but the sound of a voice stopped her.

"You will die screaming in flames just as your father did! Bastards!"

Aemma's mouth fell open at the familiar voice, tears pricking at her eyes at the sensitive topic, her feet carrying her inside the cave.

"My father's still alive." Little Lucerys' voice cried, causing Aemma the rush towards where the voices came from, stopping as she laid eyes on the scene before her. Aemond had her back towards her, though by his height and white hair, she could tell it was him. He had his arm raised, a large rock in his hand as he held the throat of her youngest brother in his hand. Her cousins were on the ground seeming to have fallen there and Jace looked at Aemond with a look of fury in his eyes.

"He doesn't know, does he, Lord Strong?" Aemond mocked.

Aemma's shoulders dropped at his words, "Aemond."

All looks of mockery left Aemond's face at her voice, his arm lowering to his side. All eyes turned to her, but she was only looking at Aemond, who couldn't even look at her, instead bowed his head in shame.

Noticing that Aemond was caught off guard, Jacaerys rushed forward, punching Aemond in the face, and the brawl started.

Aemma gasped and backed up as the group attacked Aemond, she had half a mind to help him, but the words of what she had heard him say to her brothers replayed in her mind and As Aemond casted her a pleading look, eyes locking with hers, all she did was cast her eyes to one of the walls that surrounded them, lips tightening into a line. She had no intent on joining the fight.

It was only when the light from the fire, that shone from the torches that hung from the walls, reflecting on metal, crossing her eye, she turned back to the scene, eyes widening at the dagger that Jace held in his hand.

"Jace stop!" Aemma called out, as Jacaerys swung the blade at Aemond, causing him to let go of Luke, beginning to retaliate by swinging a rock in his hands at Jace. "Stop!" She called out once again, but no one heard her as the heat of the moment grew hotter. A a particular blow, Jace lost his hold on the dagger and it flew from his hands, away from the group, landing discarded in the sand.

Aemma began to quietly move around the group, approaching the dagger, intending to grab it and keep it from anyone as to not get anyone hurt, but as Luke landed beside the dagger, as Jace grabbed a handful of sand, before launching it into Aemond's eyes.

Aemma began to quicken her pace, worry covering her face as Lucerys took hold of the dagger.

"Luke, no!" Aemma cried, but it was too late.

Lucerys gave a cry as he swung his arm upward, the dagger slashing Aemonds eye out.

Aemma gasped in horror as Aemond dropped to the floor, a clutched his eye, his wails filling the cave.

Aemma came up beside him, kneeling down beside him, as he squirmed around in pain, his hand soon finding her cloak, clutching it, tugging her forward. Aemma put a shaky arm around him, tugging him to her chest, her white tunic turning crimson red as his blood flowed onto it.

"Cease this at once!" Ser Westerling called, rushing into the cave, kneeling besides Aemma and Aemond, worry crossing his face as blood peaked from where Aemond's face was hidden. The lord commander of the Kingsguard turned to the rest of the children, noticing the bloodied knife within Lucerys hands, which he quickly dropped, before yelling, "Get away!" To which the kids quickly backed up, except for Aemma who Aemond still held onto.

"My Prince, my Prince. Let me see." He softly said, After a second, Aemond reveled his face. A long bloody gash that went from his cheek to his forehead. His eye which was the brunt of the injury, was mangled and was a mess of broken tissue in his eye socket. Aemma felt bile build up in her throat.

"Gods be good."

𝐓he maester sat before Aemond, stitching up his eye. Aemma stood beside her brothers, the both of them clutching each of her hands, as she starred blankly at the maester doing his work.

"How could you allow such a thing to happen?" Viserys questioned the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. "I will have answers."

"The children were suppossed to be abed, my King." Ser Westerling said.

"Who had the watch?" Viserys asked, and Ser Westerling turned to Criston Cole.

"The young Prince was attacked by his own cousins, your grace." Ser Cole explained.

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!" The King exclaimed outraged.

"I'm very sorry, your grace." Ser Westerling bowed his head, "The Kingsguard has never had to defend Princes from Princes, your grace."

"That is no answer!"

"It will heal, will it not, maester?" Queen Alicent asked from beside the working maester and her wounded son.

"The flesh will heal. But the eye is lost, Your Grace." A frown laced Aemma's face at the Maesters words, she closed her eyes and bowed her head.

"Where were you?" Alicent hissed, turning towards her eldest son.

"Me?" Aegon questioned.

Slap!

Alicents hand swatted Aegons cheek.

"Ow! What was that for?" Aegon questioned, clutching his reddening cheek.

"That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool." Alicent sneered.

The doors creaked open and Corlys and Rhaenys came storming inside.

"What is the meaning of this?" Corlys questioned.

"Baela, Rhaena! What happened?" Rhaenys rushed towards her granddaughters, pulling them into a hug. "What happened?"

Princess Rhaenyra soon appeared as well, with Prince Daemon behind her.

"Jace? Aemma? Luke!" Rhaenyra called, rushing towards her children, noticing the blood that covered Aemma's shirt, and the blood that rushed from Lucerys nose. She kneeled before her eldest and youngest, "Show me." She told Lucerys, who cried, causing Aemma to pull him into her side. Rhaenyra then turned to her daughter, tugging the hem of her shirt, moving to look in it for an injury.

"I'm fine mother."

"Who's blood is this? Who did this?"

"They attacked me!" Aemond suddenly yelled, which caused her brothers and cousins to begin to yell, back and forth.

"He attacked Baela!" 

"He broke Lukes nose!"

"He stole my mothers dragon!"

"Enough!" King Viserys ordered.

"He was gonna kill Jace!" Luke cried.

"I didn't do anything!" Aemond shouted.

"Enough." Viserys said, tired from the back and forth bickering.

"It should be my son telling the tale!" Alicent called out.

"He called us-"

"Silence!" Viserys yelled.

"He called us bastards." Jacaerys whispered to his mother.

"Aemond..." Viserys turned towards his son, "I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

"What else is there to hear?" Alicent questioned. "Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible."

"It was a regrettable accident." Viserys reasoned.

"Accident?" Alicent questioned, her eyes widening. Her husband was always one to turn a blind eye to the fact that Rhaenyra's children her bastards, but the fact that he openly dismissed their son for her bastards once more, even when one of them took his eye, it filled her with rage. "The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son."

"It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves." Rhaenyra spoke up, "Vile insults were levied against them."

"What insults?" Viserys questioned.

"The legitimacy of my childrens' birth was put loudly to question." Rhaenyra answered.

"What?"

"He called us bastards." Jace said.

"My children are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, your grace. This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders." Aemma turned to her mother with shock on her face. Aemond had lost an eye and she was putting the fact that Aemond spoke a few words over it. What words would amount to an eye?

"Over an insult? My son has lost an eye."

"You tell me, boy." Her grandfather turned towards Aemond, a look of anger on his face, "Where did you hear this lie?"

"The insult was training yard bluster." Alicent answered for him, worried for her son, and herself as it was she who told all her children of the rumor their niece and nephews were shadowed in. "The lot of boys. It was nothing."

Viserys ignored his wife's words, "Aemond. I asked you a question."

"Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The childrens' father?"  Alicent suddenly questioned, which caused the room to look around, searching for the Velaryon. "Perhaps he might have something to say in the matter."

"Yes. Where is Ser Laenor?" Viserys asked, turning towards Rhaenyra.

"I do not know, Your Grace." Rhaenyra answered. "I... could not find sleep. I had gone out to walk."

"Entertaining his young squires, I would venture." Alicent jested.

"Aemond. look at me." Aemond turned his head towards him, his eye fully stitched up, yet he had some cuts on the rest of his face. "Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?"

It was a tense moment before Aemond answered. "It was Aegon." Everyone turned towards the eldest boy.

"Me?"

"And you, boy?" Viserys moved towards his son, "Where did you hear such calumnies?" Aegon didn't answer, nor did he turn towards his father, "Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!" Viserys yelled enraged.

"We know, Father." Aegon spoke, "Everyone knows. Just look at them." All eyes turned towards Rhaenyra's children and Rhaenyra pushed her youngest children behind her skirts as Aemma stood defiantly in their stares, her head hanged low, eyes to the solid ground beneath her.

"Princess Aemma was there." Alicent suddenly spoke up, "Wonder what she would say of the attack."

"You will leave my daughter out of this." Rhaenyra sneered, pulling Aemma behind her.

"This interminable infighting must cease!" Viserys shouted, "All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your father, your grand sire, your king demands it!"

"That is insufficient." Alicent softly spoke, "Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. Good will cannot make him whole."

"I know, Alicent," Viserys sighed, "but I cannot restore his eye."

"No, because it's been taken."

"What would you have me do?"

"There is a debt to be paid." Alicent stood up straighter, "I shall have one of her son's eyes in return." Rhaenyra clutched her sons closer to her as the room broke into a murmur.

"My dear wife." Viserys said, shocked at his wife's request.

"He is your son, Viserys." Alicents voice shook, "Your blood."

"Do not... allow your temper to guide your judgment." Viserys attempted, to no avail.

" If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will." She then turned to her sworn protector, "Ser Criston... bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon."

"Mother." Luke cried.

"Alicent." Viserys called.

"He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son."

Rhaenyra looked at Ser Criston, "You will do no such thing."

"Stay your hand." Viserys ordered.

"No, you are sworn to me!" Alicent yelled, outraged at seeing Criston's lack of movement to follow her order.

"As your protector, my Queen." Ser Criston explained.

"Alicent," Viserys spoke, "this matter... is finished. Do you understand?" Alicent didn't answer, instead looked to the ground, "And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's children should have it removed."

"Thank you father." Rhaenyra said pleased, turning towards her children, checking them further for more injuries.

Aemma peaked out to the side of her mother and saw Alicent approaching them, a dagger in her hand. "Mother!" She called, causing Rhaenyra to quickly turn around the to commotion.

"No." Rhaenyra said, quickly walking forward to meet Alicent in the middle of the room, holding her arm. "You've gone too far." Rhaenyra spoke.

"I?" Alicent inquired tearfully, "What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout all to do as you please."

"Alicent, let her go!" Viserys yelled watching fearfully at the scene between his wife and daughter.

"Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again." 

"Release the blade, Alicent." Otto Hightower told his daughter.

"And now you take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled."

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness." Rhaenyra's voice dropped to a whisper, "But now they see you as you are."

Alicent let out a grunt as she pushed her arm down, moving back. The two separated, Rhaenyra stumbling back into Lord Corlys, as blood poured from her arm.

The room closed in on the two as Aemond spoke up, "Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye... but I gained a dragon." Aemond walked up to his mother, wrapping his arm around her, resting his head on her chest as Alicent blankly stared at Rhaenyra's bleeding arm.

"This proceeding is at an end." Viserys stated, leaving the room, his Kingsguard following.

Aemma ran to her mother, hugging her side as her brothers joined. Aemma eyed her mothers cut before her eyes traved toward Aemond who was already looking at her.