An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon
How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.
To cover the heir to the throne's transgr...
Summary:Prince Rhaegar guards the North Army South.
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, mourning, violence, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) +18, MINORS DNI
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Aemond saw the chaos everywhere around him. He seemed to have just stand still in the middle of the hallway, and his mother, the King's Guards, the maesters and surgeons, healers, septas, septons, silent sisters, everyone just moved around him in fast forward, while he just stood there, with a clear view of his brother's chamber doors.
All that small army of people were coming in and out of the King's chambers, all of them with different ideas and motions on how to make him better again, but they wouldn't. Aemond knew
They couldn't heal him, not entirely, they couldn't unburn his flesh, they couldn't heal his tortured mind.
His brother was inside, fighting for his life.
His stomach turned when whiffs of burned flesh, strong herbal scents and a hint of death struck his nose. But he couldn't leave, that would make him weak, no, he fought through his own need to barf, and stood right there.
It was his fault his brother had half his body burned to a crisp
He could still feel his melted flesh under his fingertips when he grabbed him, and Aegon had passed on his arms because of the pain
The dragon had been kissed by fire and the wings had been burned off.
Sunfyre just stood on the shores, he couldn't fly.
Aegon was mortally wounded
He had heard people talking, that he might not make it, because of the pain, there was so much milk of the poppy that could be administered to his burned brother before his mind truly gives in to that treacherous beverage
Her mother, with his nose strangled in disgust and eyes filled with tears finally met him
"Aemond what happened?", she demanded. But he didn't answer, he couldn't
"Why weren't you with your brother?", she asked again, desperate to hear from his son, she finally placed her hands on his shoulders and shook him, Aemond seemed gone, his eyes looking through her, he wasn't there, his mind, even if his body was
"Aemond!", she finally lost it, and slapped his son, his favorite son, her heart, the apple of her eye. And that finally, with a flashback to when his eye was being stitched shut and his brother was being slapped by her mother because he wasn't there to defend him from Rhaenyra's bastards. He came to his senses, finally focusing his one good eye on her face
"Mother", he whispered, it was meant to sound as a response to her, that she finally had his undivided attention, but it sounded like a plea. A plea for all of this to stop
