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𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓. It was all wrong.

He'd had to pick the princess up from the floor and pass her to Katrina Hightower though it took him a minute to pry Rhaenyra's hands off of his back though the girl instantly latched onto Katrina. Lady Alicent had been commanded to stay outside the room by her sister and she obediently listened but when Rhagar slammed the door open her mouth parted in shock and tears brimmed to her eyes.

Katrina locked eyes with her other half and held an arm open for her to embrace into and she silently did so with her arms wrapping around the both of them.

Rodrick didn't know wether to follow Rhagar or return to his chambers and so he chose the first option. He quickly learned that the man needed time alone when in greening and resided in laying his back against the door to the Valyrian's room whilst hearing Rhagar create a storm in his chamber.

It would be the funeral within the hour where Aemma and her son would be put to rest by fire. Yet Rhagar was still pent up in his room staring out the window of his room with dark rings of red around his eyes.

"Rhagar?"

The voice fell deaf on his ears as he continued to look out of his balcony window until the door creaked open and Kratus walked through with a somber expression.

"Son," he called out softly and moved to sit down on the edge of the bed beside Rhagar. Kratus was careful with his movements and did everything slowly careful not to startle him in anyway. He'd seen the young Baratheon with bags under his eyes and crouched down to the boy before offering him his hand and sending him back to his chambers or to at least bathe before the cremation.

Rhagar did not answer his throat was thick with pain and his heart was clenched in pain whilst his face remained blank and unwavering.

He'd never seen his only child in this state and he resided in putting an arm round his son and pulling him into his side. Kratus didn't look down as he felt Rhagars shoulders shake lightly and placed the boys head on his shoulder whilst resting his own head on top of Rhagars.

"It hurts," he mumbled lowly as they now both continued to look upon the view of the kingdom under the sunlight.

"I know sweet boy," Kratus took his hand and stroked his hair softly and hummed a soothing tune that eased the numbing feeling in his chest and gave him a sense of home- the sense of a fathers comfort.

"Come now the funeral will begin shortly," Kratus raised the two to their feet and guided them to the door. The two stopped as soon as they were about to exit and Kratus tightened his arm around his shoulder.

Rhagar breathed deeply before he nodded and they walked forth with his fathers arm falling off of his shoulder though they remained close together.

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Upon the hill top Aemma and Baelon lay wrapped on the funeral pyre with the Targaryen family and friends gathered round as they watched on.

Syrax was hovering above the pyre with a small mewling noise leaving its mouth Rhagar was stood on the opposite side of the people and his father stood on his left surprisingly, Lady Alicent stood by him on his right.

Klauth and Maegor sat at the end of the cliff with their large bodies shading the sun from hitting the onlookers down below and their heads were hung low. Caraxes was behind Syrax with his long neck hung low he seemed to copy Daemon's actions and his father behind Syrax.

His eyes wandered over to Rodrick who was stood by his father with his head hanging low whilst he looked over and locked eyes with Daemon. The elder man held an apologetic look and Rhagar merely noted it before moving himself ever so slightly to graze over Katrina before looking at the princess whom was stood in front of Rhaenyra.

She looked sick as if she was in pain though she wasn't doubling over and clutching her stomach in agony- that would come later on Rhagar would know, it's what he did the night before and the night before that.

Her eyes looked sore and she appeared paler than her hair that seemed to splinter as if it hadn't gotten enough sunlight. Her lips looked as if they'd been painted on with her own blood rather than their natural pink colour, she'd bitted them till they bled.

His eyes didn't hold the same annoyance he would look at her with but they didn't hold pity either, she disliked pity. They held a sorrow for her time of grief, Rhagar's face was not tensed or pinched in anger but it was relaxed and as Rhaenyra looked over to him across her mothers funeral pyre she declared that she hated the defeated look he wore and wished he held a fire in his eyes.

He took his eyes off of her and let them sluggishly rove over to catch a glimpse of the king though he seemed to be suffering from the same illness as his daughter and the entirety of Kings Landing. In that moment Rhagar's gaze hardened and his eyes turned saddened into a glare that could match that of Klauth's. It was set in stone that Aemma would die as soon as she started pushing but she did not have to die in pain, Rhagar would make sure he remembers this until the day he dies and he would never forgive him.

To Rhagar he felt as though Viserys had murdered Aemma and he would continue to think that way even when he is six feet under.

A soft hand slipped itself into his own and it forced his attention away from Viserys he glanced down to see Alicents hand in his own calloused one. Rhagar briefly looked at her face that gave him a small smile of support before turning to face forwards as it looked as though fire was soon going to consume the two corpses.

The Valyrian let out a breath he didn't suspect he'd been holding and let his posture slack and laid some of his weight into her that made him feel ever so lighter. It seemed the Hightower needn't mind and simply stood tall and squeezed his hand tighter in comfort as Rhaenyra looked over to her father before facing her mother and brother.

"Dracarys," Rhaenyra spoke with heartache as Syrax let a growl rumble before her moth opened and fire enveloped the dead.

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Soon Queen Aemma's and Prince Baelon's bodies had decayed into nothing but ash and by then nearly all had left to return to the castle or to their own kingdoms.

Alicent had left his side when Rhaenyra and her sister had started to retreat back to solitude but not before giving him a gentle touch on his hand that brought a minuscule amount of comfort.

Rhagar stayed and refused to leave and so his father remained by his side with his stare captivated by the ashes that were slowly being stolen by the wind and up into the sky. Daemon had replaced Alicents spot and rested an arm on the hilt of his sword as the three continued to loom over the funeral with solemn faces.

Rodrick tried to follow after Daemon and Rhagar but his father had pulled him back by his collar and he scowled before turning away with a scowl.

"She's somewhere better," Daemon spoke into the silence and they heard the wood cracking as it burnt under the heat of the flame.

"Somewhere peaceful," Kratus added with a light hum and the two men looked to Rhagar in hope.

He remained silent for a time before closing his eyes and letting a smile ghost his lips for the first time this day, "I know she is," he felt the wind pick up from behind him and it let his hair blow lightly in the wind that made his smile permanent.

"How about we go somewhere to burn off some steam," Daemon offered with a small smirk and Rhagar knew what that meant it was not a whore house but it was an opportunity to take out his rage upon criminals.

Rhagar returned his look before they both turned to Kratus who seemed startled that they had both peered at him with the same smirks.

"No."

"Come on father."

"Please Kratus," Daemon and Rhagar pleaded with the elder man.

"How long has it been since we've burned down a village just for the fun of it," Rhagar started excitedly and Kratus sighed but felt a grin forming on its own accord as his son seemed distracted by the days turn of events.

"Fine," he caved and Daemon cheered before he commanded Caraxes to come forth to him.

"We can burn all that we see," Daemon started to list as they all stepped on their dragons saddles.

"And then we can go drinking," Rhagar continued and ran his hand along the scales of Klauth who felt the small action even though he was a large beast.

"And then we can go to a whore house!" Daemon shouted aloud and took off before Kratus could say anything against it.

"Wait! You never said anything about that! Daemon get back here!" Kratus took off after the Rouge Prince and Rhagar laughed lightly before turning his head to look down on the now scorched pyre with a defeated frown.

"Goodbye Aemma," he spoke and felt the same rush of air tickle his ears that made him laugh though his nose with a grin. And with that he hurriedly took off the hill, away from Kings Landing, to his father and Daemon with a breeze of wind that would now follow him wherever he would go.