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“You will regret it all your days!” his mother cries. “You have already spilled blood before the Seven, you have already committed an act of kinslaying, the gods will not forgive you if you do this! They are watching, Aemond!”
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He shoves the bundle into his mother’s arms.
“Let him be kept here. One child a whore to follow in his mother's footsteps, the other to work in the sept to pay penance for her sins.”
“My prince...” the septon from before speaks up... “The sept is no place for a child–”
He whirls on the holy man, a righteous kind of ferocity in his eyes that immediately has silence falling.
“Then throw him in the belltower for all I care,” he snaps. “Someone has to ring the bells, don’t they?”
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Aemond Targaryen prevented a war. He slew his traitorous sister. He would have slain her bastard sons, too, had it not been for his mother, pleading for the offspring of her childhood companion to be spared.
Eighteen years later, Aemond has taken Lucerys under his wing; to bring him up in the righteous ways of the Seven. And if at times his gaze lingers too long on those dark curls, those blue eyes...then no one need know. Not even the gods.