𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧.

𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

A/N: Content warning - not detailed mentions of rape / nsfw content - not connected with rape, ew - riding, someone, khe-khe, loses virginity, good boy kink as usual. First part of chapter consists of mentions and talks about trauma, therefore if you would like to skip it on the nicer stuff the second part is definitely for you. 

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'I must admit, despite the whole dubious concept, it actually gave good fruits, too.'

Aelina unwillingly turned her attention to uncle Daemon as he swept some news and scrolls from the capital - a little tradition of his, after every meeting they held. Usually, she was enthusiastic to hear what other people came up with, but now could only feel the strangest dizziness as she was hardly sitting in her place, fighting with the urge to fall sideways.

'After what happened, and more precisely, after servants and knights told folks about what Aelina had said to the King, rumours started to spread faster than the fire. The number of complaints on Aegon had raised. According to the opinion of the most, Rhaenyra is their favourite as they wish her to take the reins back from him.'

Aelina hummed absentmindedly, finger swiping the little dust on the table. Something was really-really wrong.

'It means if the day of the total siege comes, they will fight for mom, right?' Lucerys inquired, a little bit satisfied.

'More like for themselves,' Aemond scoffed, but nodded. 'But, indeed, their rage at the king would be more useful than support.'

Ah, the sweet understanding of who they chose as their ruler.

'So, surprisingly, thank you,' Daemon said, throwing the letter in the open fire.

'I don't see how it saved us from the week of punishments, uncle,' Aelina muttered, still offended that he actually made them work on an everyday basis for so long.

'Sometimes, we need to burn down to be reborn from the ashes,' He winked mischievously, making both twins roll their eyes in annoyed manner.

'Dad, I sincerely believe taking care of the dragons and their mess is worse than burning down,' Rhaena pointed out, resting cheek on her palm.

'Oh, I do, too.'

Another sigh from twins was rewarded with a giggled laugh from others.

Aelina fixed her eyepatch, an uncomfortable feeling eating her alive. As she touched the well-known leather, she finally understood what was bugging her the whole morning. It felt almost as if Aelina was about to have another episode of phantom pain in her empty socket that was empty for years, thank you very much.

Aemond and Aelina, despite their desperate attempts to accept these moments, never could, actually.

Phantom pain doesn't have a schedule, sadly. It strikes unexpectedly, in absolutely sudden times and without reasons to appear. And when they do twins hardly understand how to endure it properly, instead, feeling the pain of losing an eye again and again. No medicine could help them - the pain being only in their heads, and they never were good at dealing with things in the correct way.

In those days Aemond couldn't forget himself in books, obviously, and therefore he put himself in rough training, instead. Though, most of the time he chose to close himself in the room, curtains are drawn together, head hidden under the pillow. Aelina usually sat on the floor by his side, and if it got better, she read to him, silent and attentive to every sound he made.

Aelina, from the other side, tried to fight fire with fire - beat the unreal pain with a more real one, they say. So she played with shattered glass, pricking her fingertips to the little bloody droplets, or exhausted herself to the point of total dizziness. If it got worse, she preferred to drink all alone, until the words on her tongue meant nothing and she passed out.