𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Letting Go

Daenera and Aemond stood together at the funeral for their stillborn baby they named Aenar Targaryen, holding each other tightly as they said goodbye to their child as his body burnt on the pire

Daenera leaned into Aemond, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She felt his strong arms around her, offering her comfort and support. But even in the midst of her pain, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the child that she held in her arms, their surviving son. She also couldn't help but physically. There was something going on inside her since the spell happened, but she tried to ignore it.

She looked down at her living child, watching as he squirmed and cooed in her arms. She marveled at the miracle of life, at the way that this tiny little being had come into the world and brought them so much joy.

She thought of her lost child, of the life that he would never get to live, and her heart ached with sorrow. But she also knew that she needed to focus on the child that they had, to cherish every moment that they had together, and to be grateful for the time that they would share.

Aemond squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with tears. "We'll never forget him," he whispered. "We'll always love him, and we'll always remember the time that we had with him."

She nodded, her heart heavy with emotion. She looked down at her surviving child, feeling fierce protectiveness for him. She knew that she would do anything to keep him safe and to give him the best life possible.

As the funeral came to a close, Daenera and Aemond made their way back to their chambers, still holding their living child. They knew that they had a long road ahead of them, filled with both joy and sorrow, but they were determined to face it together, holding onto each other and cherishing the time that they had with their child.

She then handed the baby to Aemond. "Take him to bed for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat."

"Okay." He said and placed a kiss on her forehead before leaving.

She walked down the hallways when suddenly she stopped cold in her tracks. Daenera knew that Saera was cruel and spiteful. But she had never imagined that she would stoop so low as to mock the tragedy that had befallen her and Aemond.

She peaked into the room and saw Saera and a group of her friends clustered together, their heads bent low as they whispered and giggled amongst themselves.

Daenera's blood ran cold as she realized what they were talking about. She lost her child in childbirth. And now, it seemed that Saera was using her loss as fodder for her cruel jokes.

Taking a deep breath, Daenera stepped into the room, her eyes blazing with anger.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice ringing.

Saera looked up, startled, and for a moment, there was silence.

Then, with a smirk on her face, she stepped forward and said, "Oh, Daenera, we were just talking about your little stillborn. It's a shame you couldn't even carry a child to term. But I suppose that's to be expected from someone as weak and frail as you."

Daenera felt a surge of fury rise up inside her. She had never been one to back down from a fight, and she wasn't about to start now.

"How dare you," she hissed, taking a step towards Saera. "You have no idea what I went through. You have no right to speak about him like that."

But Saera only laughed, tossing her hair back as she said, "Oh, please. You're just being an over-sensitive little flower. It's not like it really matters, anyway. Soon, that small, weak baby will die as well. Everyone knows it."

Daenera felt her eyes fill with tears, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she stood up straight and looked Saera directly in the eyes.

"One more word. I dare you."

"Why? Is the truth too harsh for you?" Saera smirked.

Daenera planted a hard slap on Saera's face that caused all her little friends to run out.

Aemond walked into the chamber to find his wife, Daenera, standing over his sister, Saera, who was sitting on the bed holding her hand to her cheek. Daenera's eyes were red and swollen, and there were tear streaks on her face.

"What is going on here?" Aemond demanded, his voice tight with anger.

Daenera turned to face him, her eyes blazing. "Your sister was making fun of our babies," she spat out. "She was laughing about how he never even got to take his first breath and how we were foolish to think that he would survive."

Saera looked up at Aemond, her expression a mix of guilt and defiance. "I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I was just trying to make her feel better. You know how she gets when she's upset."

Aemond's jaw clenched as he glared at Saera. "That is no excuse for what you said," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Our son may have been stillborn, but he was still our son. He deserved better than to be mocked by his own aunt."

Saera lowered her gaze, shame written all over her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Daenera stepped forward, her hand shaking with anger. "Sorry is not enough," she said. "Mark my words, you will never come anywhere near my children."

Saera nodded, her eyes still downcast. She stood up and walked out of the chamber, leaving Aemond and Daenera alone.

Aemond wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her close. "I am so sorry," he said. "I never should have left you alone."

Daenera leaned into him, her body shaking with sobs. "It's not your fault," she said.

Aemond held her tighter, vowing to protect her from anyone who would dare to hurt her again.

Saera walked away with tears in her eyes and then stopped.  She opened a room door to see Aemond's baby in his cradle and entered the room. She was angry and humiliated. Saera stood above the infant and pinched his cheek as hard as she could, causing the child to cry.

She stopped once she heard the footsteps approaching and moved away. Daenera and Aemond burst in through the door.

"What are you doing? I told you to stay away from him."Daenera growled at Saera as Aemond picked his son up.

"Just wanted to see my nephew." Saera said to her, then walked out.

"Is he okay?" She asked Aemond.

"Yeah, just startled, I guess."

"I'm going to sleep in here tonight with him." She said to him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes."

Daenera placed her hand on her stomach, feeling a slight tingle. "What's wrong with me?" She whispered to herself.