You Broke Me First / Alicent Hightower / Otto Hightower

6. Bourbon

Delicate / Jaime Lannister out now!

"Vis has been gone a long while." Gaena realized

"Maybe the baby is here." Brandon offered hopefully. "I remember when davina was giving birth I stayed by her side for hours and hours and hours. And hours." Brandon added "full day of laboring for both of them." Millie smiled back at them.

"I was perfect and you wish you could return Draegon?" Millie mused holding tight to Draegons hand as she jumped down from her seat. Draegon gave her a pointed look which Millie ignored. 

"I'm going to check on him." Gaena remarked heading off. Otto reluctantly let go of her hand but not before he pressed a kiss to her hand. 

"I suppose every match after Cole and Dae are going to be pointless," Davina remarked. 

"Why is that?" Rhaenyra questioned. 

"Because sexy one and two are done." Davina answered as if it was obvious. Brandon elbowed her, Davina's jaw dropped as her head snapped around him. 

"Thats your twin." Rhaenyra corrected. 

"Yeah. Targaryen honey, I'm lucky I married Bran here or else I might have ended up falling for that handsome idiot." Davina agreed. "And honey, we are sexy," davina assured tossing her hair over her shoulder. Draegon smirked. 

"I got the good genes," he agreed brushing off his shoulders, then dragging his thumb along either side of his jaw, and to top it all off, he winked at Alicent, making her swoon. 

"She's dead."  Gaena said distantly when she returned, all heads turned. "The queen is dead." 

"I didn't expect that." Davina said as she changed into darker attire for the new occasion. No longer were they excited and gossiping, but mournful and sorrowful at the loss of their sister in law. 

"No." Brandon agreed. "How is your brother?"

"He hasn't spoken to anyone." Davina remarked. "I tried but..." she shrugged. "Gia is going to try and get through to him." But Viserys didn't want to talk to Gaena either, he messed up and now Aemma was gone.

They stood silently as the wind whipped around them and the waves crashed against the shores. Rhaenyra stared at her mother and new brother. Dead. Waiting to be burned. Draegon looked to Rhaenyra, neither had a snide comment to toss back and forth today.

Millie clung to Brandon as he held her close, her head against his as they watched Viserys cry over his wife. Gaena reached out for Viserys, Rhaenyra stared at her father, not knowing what to do, tears in his eyes as a sob left his lips he did this. He killed them both with his choices. Gaena pulled Viserys back hugging him, he cried into her shaking his head. Muttering this is my fault.

'They're waiting for you.' Daemon remarked.

"It's barbaric." Davina corrected. "You don't have to burn them." She assured.

"I do." Rhaenyra corrected. 'D...' Rhaenyra began and Syrax gave a low growl from the top of the hill. "Dra..."

"Allow me." Draegon requested and Rhaenyra nodded taking a step back, tears clouding her vision as Draegon shouted 'Dracarys.' Syrax seemed to understand that Rhaenyra couldn't, because even though she was not bonded to Draegon, she climbed down and in a blazing heat of dragon fire burned Baelon and Aemma. With heavy breaths they watched them burn. Millies nose scrunched up at the smell.

"Daddy, that's gross." Millie whispered. 

"Uncle Viserys?" Draegon questioned knocking on his door that night. 

"Not now Draegon." Viserys countered, he looked a mess, hair messy, eyes bloodshot and nose red from blowing away his tears. 

"Uncle Viserys, I'm so sorry you lost the love of your life." Draegon continued stepping forward, Viserys met him with tired eyes. He wrung his hands before him. Draegon took another step forward. "My mother says anything can be solved temporarily at least with a good piece of carrot cake. My father countered a good glass of bourbon will help more..." Draegon lifted his hands, his fist gripping the neck of the bottle and a plate was balanced on his hand with a big piece of carrot cake. "I brought both just in case they would help... I hope they are right." He put them down and Viserys felt like crying again. 

"You are a good boy Draegon. Thank you." Viserys answered moving to the bourbon first. "Share a glass with me? Your wont mind." Draegon nodded taking a seat and Viserys poured them each a little glass. "Thank you..." 

"My mother is worried about you too. Aunt Gaena as well... if there is anything you need or even just to get them off your back, I'm your man, Uncle Vis." Draegon assured. 

"Thank you." Viserys agreed. 

"Shall we toast?" Draegon questioned. He lifted his glass. "To Aunt Aemma."

"To Aemma."