#but there will be scenes of the fallout afterwards!! For both Rhae/Aegon and Rhae/Aemond

[bronzefuryfic]

sneaky peaky

"He called us bastards," Jace says. The self-satisfied smirk on Aemond's face is all the confirmation Rhae needs. It is the same look Ser Criston wore when he'd baited Harwin Strong into an attack. "My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons." Rhaenyra presses, her voice unwaivering. "Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders." Tortured? Rhae would have never thought Princess Rhaenyra so cruel. Aemond twists in his seat, willful as ever, demanding she say it to his bloodied face. Even Alicent, always so critical of Rhaenyra, shakes her head in disbelief. "Over an insult?" The Queen looks to the King for support and finds none. "My son has lost an eye!" But Viserys only has ears for Rhaenyra, all the anger for his son's injury gone. "You tell me, boy." The King bares down on Aemond. Son! Rhae wishes to shout, to correct... but her throat is clamped with fear. "Where did you hear this lie?" Alicent looks nervous now—her husband has abandoned her cause, if he could have ever been said to be a part of it. "The insult was training yard bluster," She interjects. "The lot of boys. It was nothing." "Aemond," Viserys continues, eyeing the boy with contempt. "I asked you a question."