Aemond Targaryen 𖦹

Aemond's pleas to the heavens in an attempt to stop Vhagar before he attacked his nephew were in vain. His dragon killed his sister's son. Now a war between the parties was bound to become inevitable.

He flew as fast as he could, feeling tears falling from his eyes, feeling his bandage start to fall off, a bloody tear rolling down from where he was holding the sapphire. He reached his house, unwilling to answer the questions of his mother's irritated voice, and ran, pushing aside his own brother, the king, his sister, and the local maids. He ran to his room, looked at himself in the mirror and cried, hitting it.

"Lucerys..." * he said your name with pain, remembering the old days when they showed their affection in secret from their mothers and in front of Otto's blind eyes.* “Lucerys” * he saw your image in his reflection, next to him... It was you! You were staring at Aemond with a dead stare, your clothes were all stained with blood.*