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“..putting that white wig on him, first thing, and putting the scar on and then the eyepatch..it was just..I don’t think any of us were ready. He just wears it so well. You know, we said it at the time and now having watched the series, it’s just incredible to see. He’s amazing.”
-Amanda Knight (makeup artist for the hotd cast) via the GameofThrones official podcast.
'yes i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect' / 'i know i should stop but i cant'
He took his wife on campaign with him. His Baratheon lady, born in storms and seas that challenged the gods. In a letter to Aegon, he had written that he would not be parted from her, not even when Daemon brought the dusk. It was said that Prince Aemond's wife watched from the towers of Harrenhal as kinslayer met kinslayer against the burning sky.
Jaehaerys died for the sake of Maelor. Aegon was not healing well, but Jaehaera loved him so. The further away he drew, the more fiercely she followed.
Helaena had wanted to fly to the Riverlands when Aemond stopped writing.
"It is good to have you home," Alicent said quietly over the dinner table where they were gathered. It was the first night Aemond was back in the Red Keep now that the war was won. Well, over. Grandfather was not at the table. His bones were scattered with snow.
Helaena looked out towards the window where winter whipped against the Keep towers. Aemond's hair was whiter than it used to be. His wife's was as dark as the terrors. "You tarried too long."
Aemond's hard gaze was on her. "There was battle to be done."
"It did not bring him back."
"It kept you safe."
Helaena's lip twitched. On the table, her fingers dug into her palm until it stung. "You weren't here."
"I-"
"Aemond." His wife laid a hand on his arm and he quietened.
Helaena watched her fingers curl over the leather of his sleeve, watched them curl. Fire licked her belly, and she stood up suddenly. "The children. I must go to them."
"Sit down, sister."
"You were gone!" she cries out sharply. Aemond's wife, the fierce daughter of Storm's End, looked at her increduously. How wonderful it would have been to love her, to have a sister to love. A pretty idea. But her flesh and blood was dead and burned. So, too, many things should have been. With the memory of Aemond's ash in her hair, she fled from the chamber. Mother tried to stop her, but it was useless. Helaena did not wear green anymore.
The moon had scarcely moved in the sky when Aemond came to her in the nursery. The children slept as she stood over Maelor's crib. He had his father's nose. Helaena remembered how sweet he used to look when he scrunched it up in disgust at something Aegon said, or the crinkles around it when Helaena made him laugh.
"I would have returned sooner if I could."
She didn't look up at the sound of his voice, but the fire stirred. "It matters not."
"May I...?" Aemond's low voice was soft, and had a hesitancy that was unfamiliar.
"May you, what?"
The silence was cold and familiar. She wanted to follow him into it, make him return her letters. And so when his hand touched her shoulder, and then her back, and then her waist, she let it. When the flames warmed the space between them, it cleansed her.
"You're home," Helaena murmured. Her eyes closed. "Brother."
"Do not... not say that," came his reply against her ear.
"Brother."
"More than that. Tell me I am still more than that."
Helaena sighed when he wrapped both arms around her from behind, so slow and deliberate, and she swallowed. Opening her eyes would be futile, for he filled her senses. It had been so long. "You have a wife. You can be no more than that now."
"You were more when I was unwed, but Aegon was named your husband and protector."
She hummed quietly. His lips grazed the shell of her ear. A hint of a kiss, a whisper of a memory. "You... love her. I cannot let you break what is left of my heart."
"Helaena." He dragged out the sound of her name until it was a chant to prayer. "She is of the earth, and you are of the heavens."
"The earth is here and now and so very real."
He pressed a soft kiss just below her ear. White hair caught on his lips. "The heavens are watchful. Eternal. Home. And so, too, are you."
"This is not wise."
"We have never been wise, my love. I care not for wisdom, not when, instead, I could have you."
