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Saera sat, on a chair, the maester had finished with her hand being sprained. She stares into the fire, as Helaena was at her side, and Aemond sat in another chair by the fire with their mother with tears in her eyes.
Helaena looked upon her younger sister, "It shall heal right?"
Saera took her eyes away from the fire and nodded, "Yes, soon enough."
The king had his arms crossed as he looked at his guards, "How could you allow such a thing to happen? I will have answers."
"The princes were supposed to be abed, My King."
The king shook his head, "Who had the watch?"
Ser Criston spoke up, "Young prince was attacked by his own cousins and sister, Your Grace," Saera turned to Ser Criston as she didn't even touch Aemond.
Alicent upon hearing those words she strutted over to Saera, bending down to her level, "You!"
"I didn't mother! Please believe me," Alicent shook her head, "You will not ever see those boys again! Do you hear me!" Saera looked to Jace and Luke whom watched, "—But, mothe—"
"Saera Targaryen," She spoke, it was stern.
Saera lowered her head, and Alicent went to Aemond's side again, "It will heal, will it not, maester?"
"The flesh will heal. But the eye is lost, Your Grace."
Aegon, whom was trying to act sober, was faced to face with Alicent, "And where were you?"
"Me?"
She smacked him straight in the face, and Saera and Helaena flinched at the sound, "Ow what was that for?"
