An evil eye had fallen on the peace and the prosperity of the seven kingdoms. The royal court was divided into two factions - 'The Greens' and 'The Blacks'. The seeds of war sown long ago were sprouting.
Naerys Velaryon was the daughter of Princess...
Aemond was sitting quietly in the chambers that he shared with his brother Aegon. He was looking here and there. The maid Genna entered the chambers to serve food to the prince. She saw the confused prince looking at her helplessly. She noticed that he was holding something in his hands.
She kept the food on the table and said, "My Prince, what happened? What are you hiding?"
Aemond whispered, "You must not tell my mother."
Genna nodded her head and went to close the door. The prince gave her something wrapped in a piece of red cloth. The maid removed the cloth and saw a rag doll which was torn. "Whose doll is it?" Genna asked.
"It belongs to Naerys," the prince replied. "She bites her dolls and pulls the threads. It was already torn. I worsened it by mistake. I was scared and so, I took the doll with me. She is crying now. I didn't even tell her nursemaid about it." he added. The prince spoke again, "Can you stitch it, Genna? I will give it back to her and she will be happy."
"Sure, My Prince. I will stitch it. It won't take much time. Why don't you have your food while I do that?" Genna replied.
The prince smiled widely and sat down to eat. Genna fetched a needle and some thread and started stitching the doll. The prince finished eating his food and wiped his mouth. He ran to Genna and said, "Is it done?"
Genna said to him, "Almost! It will be done soon, My Prince." She put a few more stitches on the doll and sighed. She looked at the little prince and caressed his head. Then, she put the final stitch and cut the thread with her teeth. Handing the doll to Aemond, she said, "My Prince, you can give the doll to your niece now."
"Thank you very much, Genna. I love you," Aemond said with a smile.
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The prince ran out of the chambers but collided with a pillar and fell down. "Carefully, My Prince. Are you hurt?" a knight asked.
"I am fine," Aemond replied. He stood up and started running again. He went to Rhaenyra's chambers but found no one. So he decided to go to Laenor's chambers.
The doors were closed. Aemond stared at the knights who were guarding the chambers. He said to the knight, "Let me in. I need to see Ser Laenor." The guards did not answer. They only stared at him and then, stared at each other. Aemond grew frustrated and started banging the door.
A handsome man opened the door. He was not Laenor. Aemond stared at him. The man had skin as smooth as marble and his hair was dark and messy. Aemond did not fail to recognise him. He was Ser Qarl Correy, a household knight in service to House Velaryon in the High Tide and a close companion to Ser Laenor. Aemond said to him, "Is Ser Laenor here? I need to talk to him."
Qarl said, "He is here, My Prince. But I am afraid that he cannot talk to you now. He got drunk and is now asleep." The disappointed prince walked away.
Qarl sighed and closed the door. He saw Laenor lying on the bed. His naked body was covered by sheets. With a slurry voice, Laenor said, "Whhho ... wasss ... there ... ?"
