The night has been long, and everyone had been shaken awake due to unforseen events that took place from under their noses— the children found themselves picking fights and injuring one another in the process. The maesters, the ladies and lords— the king, queen, the heir, everyone rushed to see what could have happened during their rest.

While the young Prince Aemond has been tended to by the maesters, Queen Alicent's rage brewed brighter with each passing second that the children's squabble becomes incoherent. They are only young, afterall. Jacaerys and Lucerys hid behind their mother's legs, as did you. With bloodied faces and hands, everyone wished to understand as to why there was bloodshed.

"My son's eye was taken from him," Alicent chokes on a sob, her eyes fixtated on a deep glare upon the children that hid behind Rhaenyra. You and your siblings become more frightened by the second. "A debt needs to be paid, I want her son's eye in return."

"This is out of line, your Grace—" Rhaenyra interjects, using her body to shield the three of you away from the Queen's heated gaze.

"He called us bastards."

Small, sweet Jacaerys speaks up, tousled brown hair looking up to his mother. Collective gasps filled the room, the King Viserys looked rightfully angered by this. Rhaenyra's hand found yours, holding it to calm you down from your quickened breaths.

"This is an act of treason, your Grace. My children are the heirs to the Iron Throne, questioning their legitimacy with such accusations should be punished." Your mother retorts firmly, she turns to you and your brothers. Her amethyst eyes softening as you looked back up, you needed comfort, safety—

"What did the Prince Aemond do, my sweetling?" She asks of you, while not bending down to your level, it feels better to have someone grown to wish and understand of what happened.