𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Resurrection

Daenera sat quietly in her chambers, staring out the window as she cradled a small bundle in her arms. It had been a week since their stillborn child had been born, and the pain of the loss was still fresh in her heart.

Aemond entered the room, his expression somber as he approached his wife. "My love," he said softly, taking a seat beside her. "How are you feeling?"

Daenera looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I miss him so much," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I know," he said. "But we must accept that he is gone."

She nodded, but then something changed in her expression. "Or we could bring him back," she said, her voice laced with a strange intensity.

Aemond looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Daenera said, her grip tightening on the small bundle in her arms. "That we could cast a spell to bring him back to us."

Aemond's eyes widened in shock. "What are you saying? Are you a witch?"

Daenera hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Yes," she said.

Aemond was stunned, but then a wave of anger washed over him. "How could you keep something like this from me?" he demanded.

Daenera flinched at his tone but then held out the small bundle to him. "Please, Aemond," she said. "I know it sounds crazy, but I believe it could work."

Aemond hesitated, looking down at the small, lifeless baby in his wife's arms. He felt a pang of sadness and longing in his heart but then shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "I can not condone such dark magic. We must accept his loss and move on."

Daenera's face fell. "But I will always wonder." She stood up, cradling the small bundle close to her chest.

As she left the room, Aemond couldn't help but feel guilty for his harsh words. He knew that losing a child was a painful experience, and he regretted not being more understanding of his wife's grief.

He followed her out into the hallway and caught up with her just as she was about to descend the stairs. "Danny, wait," he called out.

She turned to face him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "What do you want, Aemond?" she asked, her voice shaking with emotion.

"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I know how much our baby meant to you."

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I just wanted to try everything," she said. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing him forever."

Aemond pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as she wept. "I understand," he said softly. "And I'm here for you, always."

They stood there for a while, holding each other as they grieved for their lost child. Eventually, they broke apart, and Daenera continued down the stairs, clutching the bundle tightly to her chest.

Aemond watched her go, feeling a sense of sadness and helplessness wash over him. He knew that he couldn't bring their child back, but he would do everything in his power to support his wife and help her through this difficult time.

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Daenera stood before the flickering flames of the hearth, her eyes fixed on the tiny, lifeless body of her stillborn child. The loss had been overwhelming, and she had turned to the ancient art of magic in a desperate bid to bring her child back to life.

Aemond had pleaded with her not to attempt such a dangerous spell, warning her of the risks involved. But she was consumed by grief and refused to listen to his words of caution. She had spent hours poring over ancient tomes and practicing the spell, determined to succeed where others had failed.

With trembling hands, she lit the candles that surrounded the infant's body and began to chant. The air grew thick with the smell of incense, and the flames of the candles flickered and danced as she poured all of her energy into the spell.

For a moment, the room was filled with a blinding light, and Daenera felt a surge of hope swell inside her. But as quickly as it had come, the light faded, and she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, leaving her staring at the same lifeless child she had started with.

She slumped to the floor, her heart heavy with disappointment and grief.

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Aemond paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his fists clenched at his sides. He couldn't believe that Daenera had gone behind his back and attempted to resurrect their stillborn child with magic, despite his explicit warning against it.

"How could you do this?" he fumed, his eyes blazing with anger. "I told you that the risks were too great, that it was too dangerous. And yet you went ahead and did it anyway!"

She stood before him, her head bowed in shame."I couldn't bear the thought of losing our son without even trying to save him!"

He shook his head in disbelief. "You put yourself and our family in danger," he said, his voice filled with anger. "What if something had gone wrong? What if the spell had backfired, or worse, what if you had been killed in the process?"

"I know I made a mistake," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I couldn't help it. I was desperate, and I thought that if there was even a chance of bringing our child back, I had to try."

Aemond sighed heavily, the anger slowly dissipating from his body. He knew that she had been hurt deeply by the loss of their child and that her actions had been driven by her grief. But he couldn't help feeling frustrated and disappointed by her recklessness.

"I understand that you were in pain," he said, his voice softer now. "But you can't just act on impulse like this. You have to think things through. We're a family, and we have to look out for each other."

Daenera nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," she said. "I should have listened to you."

Aemond pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "I forgive you," he said, his voice gentle. "But please, promise me that you'll think before you act next time. We can't afford to lose you."

Little did Daenera know that the spell had worked just not in the way she thought, but only in time would the results and consequences of her actions would be revealed.