Rhaenyra was now fourteen namedays old. Shaera thought time had gone too fast watching her nieve grow up to become a fierce young lady. Aemma was pregnant again, her older sister was worried for her wellbeing. Shaera respected Viserys but his incessant need for a son made her fury grow; how could he be so oblivious to the pain and suffering Aemma endured every time she lost a babe. Aemma had named every child, her soul shattered slowly with every baby she lost and every time she learned of another pregnancy. Shaera knew that if Viserys kept badgering for his heir that Aemma would not survive, she could not bare to lose her little sister the way they lost their mother. She felt Aemma should live a long and prosperous life with her daughter and husband, Shaera believed Aemma to possess the kindest heart and truest of nature's, the peoples queen.

~
Daemon's return was met with Rhaenyra. He sat on the cold throne looking across the empty room until Rhaenyra walked in with Ser Harold.

"God's be good", the Knight stated as he closed the door.

(High Valyrian in bold and italics).
"What are you doing uncle?",

"Sitting".

"Why are you back, I thought court did not suit to your liking",

"There is tourney being held in my honour".

"The tourney is for the heir",

"Which I am until your mother delivers a son".

"Then I shall hope for a brother".

"I brought you something".

Daemon showed Rhaenyra the necklace, its ruby glistened in the sunlight peaking through. She grasped it on her hands.

"Do you know what it is?",

"Valyrian steel, like Dark sister".

He pulled it from her grasp before telling her to turn around. Rhaenyra held her hair as he clasped the necklace around her neck. She could feel his warm breath against her neck. Although Rhaenyra was not oblivious to the hungry, lingering looks Daemon gave to Shaera; she still craved his attention.

"Beautiful".

Daemon felt no shame in flirting with Rhaenyra, he found himself enjoying toying with her crush on him. Rhaenyra left to show Aemma her necklace as Daemon left the throne room. He walked outside to find Shaera admiring the Dragonsbreathe that grew no matter the weather as long as a Targaryen inhabited the lands.

"I thought I'd find you here",

"Daemon". Shaera stood to greet him. Her pale blue dress swished as she walked to him.

"I have missed you my flame",

"And I you my prince".

Even after all those years, Daemon still wanted her. Her blue eyes and feeling of her body against his was forever engraved in his mind. He had pent up frustration of not being able to have her completely so tried to release it the only ways he knew how, drinking and fucking a whore but he could not seem to get her out of his mind. Constant thoughts that plagued his mind making him wake up with desire to wed her on Dragonstone and fuck her till the next morning. Daemon brushed her hair away from her face with his warm hand. He pulled out a silver and pearl necklace. His eyes followed as the pendant dangled above the square neckline of her dress. Shaera ran her hand over it in admiration before looking back up at Daemon's face, his eyes greatly contrasted him. The dainty colour of soft lilac opposed his rogue nature.

~
At the Tourney...
Rhaenyra was late again. She snuck in under Viserys' harsh gaze and winced until she saw her aunt smirk at her. Shaera always said, you are a princess Rhaenyra, a princess is never late but tis that everyone else is early. Shaera sat with Rhaenys discussing who they thought would win. The two had been friends for years.

"It is with great joy that I announce this to you all in name of my soon to be heir. Queen Aemma has begun her labours",

"It appears I am needed elsewhere Rhaenys, I shall find you later".

"Indeed Shaera, until later".

Shaera began to leave the stadium when she was stopped by Otto Hightower.

"It is rude to leave without permission from his grace Lady Shaera",

"If you do not get out of my way Lord Hand, I will personally see to it that I remove both of yours".

"Shaera", Viserys chimed.

"Yes, your grace",

"At least stay until my brother comes out".

She rolled her eyes but sat back down. Viserys knew of Daemon's desire for Shaera, he knew they were right for each other but chose to honour the wishes of the late Queen Alysanne and did not annul the union between Daemon and Rhea; but that didnt't mean he did not care for his brother wishes. Shaera sat back down, her face twisted with displeasure at knowing Otto had won. Her disgusted face dropped when Daemon was announced. Shaera's face illuminated with desire at seeing him in his armour, the black shine contrasted by the red on his helm.
"Lady Shaera, I am fairly sure I will win this but I would be glad to win with your favour".
Shaera got up and placed the pale blue reef around his lance.

"Good fortune to you my dear Prince".

Daemon winked at her before she went to sit in her place, she saw Viserys and realised he knew of Daemon's actions to ask for her favour and so instructed her to stay.

A small chuckle left her when Daemon chose Ser Gwayne Hightower, her petty nature was pleased when she saw Otto's face drop. Shaera observed Rhaenyra holding Alicent's hand, although she worried for her niece she would never tell Rhaenyra who she could and could not be friends with. Shaera may have despised Otto but she could not blame Alicent simply for being his daughter. Rhaenyra felt a slight twinge of envy watching Daemon and Shaera but withheld her feelings. Daemon beat Gwayne, the Hightower was gravely injured. Daemon shared a look with Shaera before she left to be with Aemma. Aemma's cries could be heard throughout the walls, ached wails like banshees in the wind.

"Aemma, dearest sister. I am sorry I didn't come sooner",

"You- you are here now it is all that matters".

The sisters held hands tightly as another pained scream came from Aemma. No matter the efforts, the babe was breech and would not come. The maester fetched Viserys, he looked pale at seeing Aemma in such pain. He conversed in the corner of the room.

"The child will not come your grace. If we do not act now it could be dangerous for both mother and the babe",

"Is there a way to save the babe?".

"There is, a new technique from Pentos your grace. It involves cutting directly into the womb".

Viserys looked back at Aemma who was having her head rubbed by Shaera. She felt safe in the embrace of her sister, unbeknownst that her love would cut her open for his long awaited son. He walked over to them and kissed Aemma's hand that was not holding Shaera's. Aemma was dragged down the bed as Shaera was being escorted out of the room per request of the king.

"Viserys what is happening?", Aemma asked,

"Nothing my love, they are going to save the babe".

"Viserys!", Shaera fought against the guards to stay with her sister. When Aemma saw the blade she realised what was to happen.

"No Viserys no. Please, I'm scared no, no please", she begged.

"Do not be scared, it is alright".

"Viserys no, tell them to stop", he heard Shaera shout as the guards finally got her out of the door.

"Viserys please, no, no", Aemma continues to beg but was ignored. Her screams echoed before silence. Deafening silence as Shaera sat outside the door. Viserys came out holding a small babe, Prince Baelon. Shaera looked mad with grief, her face stained with glassy tears as the door opened again and she what was left of her sister. Deep pools of crimson fell onto the ground from her cut womb, the body still against the bed but her eyes. Her pale eyes stared blankly at Shaera's, her little sister was dead. She fell to the floor once more, her cries could be heard to those at the tourney. Rhaenyra got up and ran to the sound. Upon seeing her aunt on the ground clutching her arms and her father leaving with the babe she knew. Aemma Arryn was dead. Shaera saw Rhaenyra and went to her.

"Nyra, sweet girl. I'm sorry. I have failed you and my sister. I-i- ",

"No, this is not your fault. It is his". Her face full of despair and anger for her father for ripping open her mother for the boy he desperately wanted. Shaera held her niece, the two sat on the floor for a long while until Daemon came over to them. He had heard of Aemma's death after the tourney and went straight to find them.

"Shaera, Rhaenyra. You must go to your chambers and rest",

"Yes Nyra, I think it right".

"Will you stay with me tonight?",

"Yes my sweet niece. But I must do something first so I will come find you in your chambers".

"Thank you".

When Rhaenyra left she fell back into Daemon's embrace. Shaera got up and began to enter the cursed room where Aemma's body lay.

"What are you doing?",

"I cannot leave her like this Daemon".

He held her hand as she entered. Shaera felt ill at seeing Aemma, her little sister would never brighten her days anymore. The forever wound of loosing would never cease, flashes of Aemma's screams played in her head constantly. She would forever blame Viserys. A bitterness claimed her broken heart.