Burn for You { Aemond Targaryen }

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ZERO
WE REMEMBER

IT IS SAID that madness and greatness are two sides to the same coin, and that every time a Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air. With bated breath, the world waits to see how that coin lands.

When Lady Rhea Royce birthed a girl with hair as white as snow and eyes as blue as the sky, she knew she could not wait for that coin to land. Something awful stirred in her stomach as she looked down at the babe in her arms, innocent blue eyes staring up at her.

For a moment, Rhea found herself forgetting just who's child she held. For just one moment, it was not Daemon Targaryen's child in her arms. It was hers, her Rose. The small blanket, that was bundled loosely around the babe, falling back to reveal her silver locks of hair was enough to break Rhea from her moment of peace.

Rage bubbled in her stomach as she tore her eyes away from the babe, her gaze flickering around the room as her thoughts ran rampant. She refused to bring another Targaryen into the world—another Daemon.

She'd rather die.

Rhea's mind stilled as her cold brown eyes settled on the blazing fire that burned in the far corner of her room, warming the cool night air. As she rose from her bed, the small girl in her arms began crying. Rhea refused to look down, not wanting to see the fat tears rolling down the girl's soft cheeks in fear of being swayed from her decision.

The screams of Rhea's handmaiden woke the residents of Runestone that night, horror overcoming her as she returned to her Lady's bedchambers with a pot of fresh water and a cloth, only to find Rhea quietly watching her babe burn.