Whisperess of Dragons•Jon Snow

Aeron II

A/n: A shorter one

He has failed her.
It was undeniable.

Aeron has only ever failed in his one and twenty years of life.
He couldn't do his duty. To his god, his country, and her.

He has failed them all.

What was to be of him?
How ever could he amend for this mistake?
Would she hate him?

Aeron knew Daenyra.
Truly.
Not like the people of Westeros knew her but he knew her.

She was conflicted, yes, but deep down she wanted this child.
She loved it even.
Yet her negative feelings were on the front of her mind, heart and soul.
He was sure they would fade away as soon as she saw her babe.

But she would never know.
Or would she? Would she birth to the child? Would it die after? Or would it pass the weak years of childhood and die after? When no one expected it?

His mother was a cruel woman and he would never forgive her.
And daenyra would never forgive him.

Daenyra was large with child. She should give birth soon. Would she suffer a harder labour? Or was his god crueller? Would the babe be born? Would he take her child away after she loved it? Truly loved it.

Aeron was not sure. His fires would tell him nothing.

Aeron had no idea how he didn't sense this. How he didn't even think of this.

"Aeron." Moss entered his tent.
"Are you well? Daenyra, she has been asking for you"
"I can never talk to her again let alone look her in the eyes." He said solemnly.
"Aeron. What happened?" Moss asked forcefully.
"My mother. Me, being stupid. I should've known."

A realisation came to him.

" No. He should've told me. I am a faithful servant, more so than my mother. I prayed to him every day and he didn't show me."
"Aeron."
"Moss, leave me."

And so Moss did.

Aaron, alone in his tent, heard a commotion.

For the first time in days, he left his miserable tent.

To his luck, Maron, his sweet lady's brother, was right there.
"Boy! What happened here?"
"Aeron, thank god," he said relieved.
"Is it your sister?" Aeron asked forcefully.
"No. It's the Kingslayer. Lady Catelyn released him during the night."

Aaron put a hand on the boy's shoulder and walked to Robb Stark's tent.

"Robb. I'm sure she had a good reason." he heard Daenyra argue.
"Amber, my love. She went against me. She betrayed me."
The stark king was holding his queen's hands close to his chest.

"What happened?" he interrupted their moment.

"Aeron." she breathed out relieved.
She almost ran to him and threw her hands over his shoulders, pulling him into a hug

"I was worried."

One of his hands was on her back, the other on her waist.
He could touch her belly.

And his guilt rushed over him once more.
"What happened?" He asked after she pulled away but she remained close holding his hand in hers.
"My mother freed Jaime Lannister," Robb told him.
"Why?"
"She thinks that she'll get Sansa and Arya back." Robb sighed.

Aeron hated him, it was true but now he felt sorry for him.

"She won't." He said.
"I know."
Robb was deep in thought for a moment.

"Aeron? Could you do me a favour?" He asked, like the scared boy Aeron met in Winterfell not long ago.
"Yes." Aeron knew what would come.

"Can you...look in your fires?"
"I... will do this for you but...my fires have been lying to me recently."
Robb was confused.

"I will come to you with news." Aeron hadn't looked at Daenyra, dropped her hand and left.

"Is he well?" He heard Robb ask.

No, my truths are lies, my beliefs do not exist anymore, and my god is cruelly testing me and my Daenyra....

Outside his tent, Aeron lit a fire, as they would never be his again.
He knelt and looked deep.
It was harder to see anything.

R'hllor did abandon me, he thought.

And yet after a long while, he saw a full picture.
He rose, dusted himself off and walked to Robb Starks tent.

"Your riders don't find them, they are travelling on a little boat." Aeron interrupted Robb once more but this time his council was with him.
"That is all I can tell. And that Jaime Lannister is terribly dull and doesn't shut up." Aeron smiled and it made everyone in the tent uncomfortable.

Aeron never smiled, well he smiled at the Queen. His smile was a beautiful one but everyone could tell it was not genuine. He looked like a man unsure.

And he was.

"Aeron!" Daenyra called out.

She changed clothes since the morning. She wore red not the red of her house but the red of their God.
To symbolise their togetherness.

"Aeron. Please don't be like this." she started.
"Deenyra, it's better if l stay away for a while."
"No! It's not better. You can't leave me alone. Especially when that Bolton is here." She said almost desperately.
"What did he do? Has he harmed you in any way?"
"No." she sighed.

"He scares me. This gaze feels like a slap. He looks at me strangely and his behaviour..." she rambled.
He held her by the shoulders.
"I think he isn't loyal," she said more calmly now.

Aaron took a breath and looked around.

"He is a Bolton, Of course, he is not loyal but I'm guessing he has yet to do something that would warrant our suspicions so we can't go to your husband."
Daenyra looked confused.
"you never called Robb my husband. You always call him boy."
"So?"
"I am worried Aeron. About this whole situation but you most of all. Moss said that you are going through a crisis of faith."
"Daenyra, I'm fine."

The way she looked at him, hurt him.
Her eyes filled with love and concern he didn't deserve.

"The lord has abandoned me, it's true but I am well..."
"Aeron," she whispered in a quiet sweet voice.

Her hand found its way to his.

"Talk to me."

Aerons hold on her hands tightened.

"I have failed you but I never will again. I swear this do you and not to any God."