(Third Person POV)
[Harrenhal]
"W-What we did was wrong, Riktor....." Visenya said seriously as she stood next to the weapons rack, "We should not do it again."
Riktor frowned, "What are you talking about?" He asked, "You wanted it as well."
She closed her eyes and turned around, "I didn't know what I was thinking." She said, "It is not right, you are significantly much younger than I am. And not just that, there is that Law that your Father has in place. What do you think would happen if we're found out? We cannot risk it. I am sorry...."
Riktor stared at her from behind, "That's not something you can just tell me like this." He said, "What we shared.....it was real.....that moment between us...."
Visenya looked at him, "No."
Riktor walked up behind her and gently grabbed her by the waist, "Visenya, you and I...." He started, "We shared something beautif-"
"Don't do this here!" She pulled away and stepped away, a serious look on her face, "Are you mad?! What if we're spotted, Riktor?! What if your Mothers see? What do you think will happen to you?! I know what will happen; Nothing! But me?! Me?! I was given a second chance, do you think I am going to throw that away! W-We cannot do that again, Riktor.....we can't....!"
Riktor frowned, "I enjoyed your warmth." He said seriously, "Being inside of you-"
"Silence." She said in a hushed tone, "You stupid, stupid boy. I...I was wrong.....I shouldn't have allowed you to do that to me.....I was caught up in a vulnerable moment...that cannot happen again. Do you understand, Riktor? Never again!"
Riktor sighed, "So you say." He said as he turned to the side, "But I know you felt good."
"S-Shut up." She said, beginning to feel anxious, "You think this is a game to me? It's not! This is real!"
"Nothing is going to happen to you." Riktor told her, "Don't worry about it."
"I am not some dumb maid or a servant girl, Riktor!" Visenya scowled, her voice low enough for just him to hear, "You can't keep me at ease with those words, expecting that your parents will turn the other cheek! I was resurrected, Riktor! I can be thrown back in the void at any time!"
"Father could have done the same for Maegor at many points since his own resurrection." Riktor told her, "But he never did. I think he doesn't find any real benefit in doing that. He finds it to be a waste of resources, so he won't do anything."
"You don't know that!" Visenya said, "What if he says he doesn't care about the risk and just does it! What happens then, Riktor?! We can't be doing this!"
"Keep telling yourself that." Riktor leaned on the table, "But when I visit you in your cabin tonight, will you turn me away? Or will you accept me?"
Visenya looked at him with surprise, "W-what?"
He looked at her, "I've made up my mind." He said seriously,
"It's you whom I want."
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[King's Landing]
"How can you be so sure that this wasn't what Drakken planned?" Alysanne asked Alyssa, "Tell me! How?!"
They were standing in the Sept, Aemon's urn was sitting on the altar as candles were lit around it. Alysanne, Alyssa, and Baelon were there and discussing what had happened. Daella and the girls left back to the Red Keep, ordered by Jaehaerys so they can rest.
Alyssa showed Alysanne the effigy, "Mother....." She said, "He made a Pact. He told Daella and I that he was done with Aemon and Baelon. He didn't care what would happen to them. He made sure to have proof of that..."
Alysanne looked at the effigy, "So what?!' She said, "He could have lied. It's what he does!"
"Mother." Baelon said, "While I do admit that it is absolutely convenient that the weapon used to kill Aemon belonged to his son, I really don't think Drakken was involved. This is not a way he would have wanted him to die."
Alysanne looked at him, "How could you be so calm, Baelon?" She asked, "He was your brother...the two of you were inseparable....."
Baelon frowned, "Don't get it wrong, Mother." He said, "I am wounded. I am in mourning.....you have no idea of the pain I am feeling at the moment. But I am trying to tell you, just like Alyssa is, that this is not something that involved him. If we go around accusing him....who knows what could happen...."
"He showed his disrespect by not allowing our sisters to come and mourn him." Alyssa said, "If it were him that did this to Aemon, he would be here.....rubbing it in our faces. He truly doesn't care anymore...."
Alysanne was about to speak when a cold breeze swept through the room, giving each of them shivers and turning off the candles everywhere.
"What?" Baelon said as he looked around
There was an unsettling darkness in the room, only the fain light of the setting sun was shining through the open doorway of the Sept.
Alysanne looked around, "Is he here?" She asked softly, "Is he here to mock us? D-Drakken....."
Alyssa then saw as Aemon's urn began to shake, "What's...." She started, "No!"
She screamed that when Aemon's urn toppled over and fell on the floor, shattering and spreading the ashes all over the floor.
"What?!" Alysanne exclaimed as she tried to move
There was something keeping her in place, as well as the other two. It wasn't forceful, it wasn't anything physically holding them there. It was a strange and unsettling feeling, sprouting in the back of their necks that began to spread throughout their bodies. It was something that they couldn't explain and it kept them in place.
It was.....Fear.
Alysanne watched as a black liquid began to appear from the ashes, oozing everywhere and bubbling.
"W-What?" She said as a tear formed in her eye, "No.....Aemon..."
The black liquid completely soaked the ashes and even spread into the floor as a cold pressure was exerted from it. The three watched as it began to gather into a single point, bulging into a large black bubble.
They then heard the wind speaking in a distorted voice.
"...Death..."
Alyssa immediately recognized the voice, "No..." She said softly, "L-Lord...Thanatos...."
".....The Dragon's Blood...a fresh corpse...reeking of Death...a perfect choice....."
Suddenly, from the black bubble, a hand sprouted, splashing the black ooze everywhere as Alysanne let out a shout.
"Ah!!" She exclaimed as she fell on her behind, "What?!"
The hand was covered in both blood and black ooze as its fingers began to distort and twitch violently, a loud guttural sound was heard.
Baelon placed his hand on the handle of Dark Sister, "No...." He said, his face pale, "This cannot be..."
There was nothing but a massive pool of black ooze as the hand sprouted from a massive bulge in the puddle. It was unsettling and terrifying for those three who were watching. They knew that it was Aemon's ashes that was being used for whatever this was.
".....Aemon Targaryen.....he is no longer here...all that remains...is I.....The Dragon of Death....."
"Thanatos"