Chapter 11
"He tried to kill my son!" yelled Daemon when Baelon came to. He lay on a bench as Viserys and Daemon argued, with Aemond standing on the side. Looking around the room, Baelon's eyes fell on Aemond, and his face went red with rage.
"You!" All eyes turned to him, and he jumped forward. Running as fast as he could, he slammed into Aemond. Both boys fell on the ground in a tangle of limbs, and Baelon's fist connected with his nose, splattering blood everywhere.
"Stop them!" yelled Viserys, and soon Baelon felt a strong arm grab him, pulling him away. Aemond groaned on the floor, and Baelon struggled against Ser Westerling's hold.
"You fucking cunt!" screamed Baelon, thrashing. "He tried to kill me!"
"Give me back my eye," demanded Aemond as Criston Cole helped him off the ground.
"I told King Viserys what I wanted: a dragon and a runestone. Blame him for your problems, not me!" yelled Baelon angrily.
"Enough! Baelon, please, Aemond is not guilty for my mistakes," began Viserys.
"And neither was Baelon for mine," yelled Daemon. "But that didn't stop you from sabotaging his marriage prospects and stealing his keep. What happens now is on your head."
"Give me back my eye, or I'll set you on fire," said Aemond with a growl.
"You first!" snapped Baelon with a wave of his hand. "Incendio!"
Aemond screamed as the sleeve of his shirt burst into flames. He rolled on the floor to snuff the flames, and Baelon laughed.
"Luke took one of your eyes. The next time you attack me, I'll take the last one you have left. Let's see how well you ride Vhagar when you can't see where you're going."