𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

Stray Arrow

Aemond stood in the courtyard with his son, Aenys, as he taught him how to use a bow and arrow. The young boy was filled with excitement as he watched his father string the bow and aim at a target.

"Remember, keep your arm steady and aim for the center of the target," Aemond said as he handed the bow to his son.

He took the bow with a determined look on his face and pulled back the string, trying his best to aim at the target. Aemond watched with pride as his son fired the arrow and hit the target with a satisfying thud.

"Well done." Aemond praised, ruffling Aenys' hair.

As Aemond turned to retrieve another arrow, he noticed Daeron, standing off to the side with a pout on his face.

"What's wrong, Daeron?" Aemond asked, noticing the boy's disappointment.

"I want to try too," Daeron said, looking up at his father with big, pleading eyes.

Aemond smiled and walked over to Daeron, taking his hand and leading him over to the target.

"Here, you can help me retrieve the arrows," Aemond said, handing his youngest son an arrow.

Daeron didn't want to collect arrows, but he agreed.

Aemond could see the disappointment in Daeron's eyes and made a mental note to spend some one-on-one time with him later. He wanted both of his sons to feel loved and included in their training.

"Good job," Aemond said, patting his son on the back. "Maybe when you're a little older, you can learn to use the bow and arrow like your brother."

"I am older." He mumbled.

As Aemond and Daeron collected the arrows, Daeron couldn't help but feel envious of his older brother Aenys. He watched in awe as Aenys took aim and hit the target with ease.

"Can I try too?" Daeron asked, looking up at his father with hopeful eyes.

"Sure." Aemond replied, handing him the bow and arrow. "

Daenera and Helaena watched from a distance, seeing as Prince Jaehaerys was sword training with Criston Cole. Daeron took the bow and arrow, but he struggled to pull back the string. He tried a few times but couldn't seem to get the hang of it.

Aenys watched his little brother with a smirk on his face, and he couldn't resist taunting him.

"Come on, Daeron, it's not that hard," Aenys said, rolling his eyes.

Daeron's face fell, and he felt embarrassed and frustrated. He wanted to impress his father, but he couldn't seem to get it right.

"Leave him alone, Aenys," Aemond scolded his older son.

Daeron continued to practice with the bow and arrow. Despite his best efforts, he was still struggling to hit the target.

As Aenys continued to offer his brother advice, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when Daeron missed the target once again.

"Come on, you're not even trying," Aenys said teasingly. "Maybe you should just stick to collecting the arrows."

Daeron's face turned red with anger as he felt his brother's words were unfair. He grabbed another arrow and aimed it at Aenys.

But as he pulled back the string, he felt a sudden surge of anger and frustration, causing him to release the arrow. It flew through the air and hit Aenys in the leg, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Oh shit." Daenera said, rushing to her son's.

Aemond rushed over to his injured son, trying to assess the damage. Aenys was clutching his leg, tears streaming down his face.

"Daeron, what have you done?" Aemond scolded, his voice filled with concern and anger. He was about to grab his younger son, but Daeron dropped the bow and hid behind his mother.

Daenera placed her hands on Aemond's chest, blocking him from Daeron. "Wait."

"No, Danny! No more babying him it's time you discipline him." Aemond said to her angrily.

"I know. I'll handle it." She said softly.

Aemond took a deep breath and lifted Aenys, taking him to see the maester. Daenera turned to Daeron with tears already swelling in her eyes. It was ten times harder now knowing she was the baby she lost all these years ago, but she knew she had to.

"Why did you do that?" She asked him.

"It was an accident."

Daenera sighed and took his hand, taking him into the castle to find Aenys and Aemond. She finally found them in the maesters' chambers.

"Mommy." Aenys said, opening his arms for her, and she hugged him tightly.

"Shhh, my sweet. Is he going to be okay?" She asked the maester.

"Yes, my lady. It's only a graze, luckily. He should be back to regular activities in no time." He maester said, getting a thread and needle.

"No, no, no." Aenys said, panicking.

"Shhh, stay still." Daenera told her son.

"I need to talk to you." Aemond whispered into her ear and stepped out into the hallway.

"Are you finally going to punish Daeron for his temper?" He asked her.

"It's not right, Aemond," Daenera spoke up, breaking the silence. "He's is just a child, and he doesn't understand his emotions yet. Punishing him will only make things worse."

"But he needs to learn that his actions have consequences," Aemond replied firmly. "If we don't discipline him now, he'll grow up thinking he can get away with anything."

"I'm not saying we shouldn't discipline him," Daenera said, her voice rising in frustration. "But we need to do it in a way that's gentle and understanding. We can't just hit him or lock him up in his room."

"I'm not suggesting we do that either," Aemond replied, his tone softening. "But we need to find a way to make him understand that his behavior is unacceptable."

Daenera sighed, feeling torn. She knew Aemond was right, but she couldn't bear the thought of punishing their son. "Maybe we could try talking to him," she suggested tentatively. "Explain to him why his behavior is wrong and how it hurts others."

Aemond nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good idea," he said. "But we also need to be firm with him. He needs to know that there are consequences for his actions, even if we're not punishing him in the traditional sense."

Daenera nodded, feeling a sense of relief. She knew that Aemond was a good father and that he had their son's best interests at heart.

"Mabye being in a different scenery will help them." She said.

"Winterfell. Mabye."