Why Did Aemond Burn Aegon Novels & Stories

“But you’ve already lost. Because while you were busy saving her…” He gestured to the horizon. Adrien’s head snapped around. And his breath caught. In the distance, the city burned. Towers collapsing, fire swallowing streets, screams carried on the wind. The Queen’s voice echoed through the night, this time not from Liora, but everywhere. The world burns, Adrien Vale. And your daughter will be my flame to finish it. Adrien clutched Liora tighter, his silver fire flickering weakly around them. His chest heaved as he stared between Kael’s glowing eyes and the inferno consuming the horizon.

The only fire capable of cutting through a tether like that belonged to the woman who had been bound by it. Queenflame. Apollo did not allow the possibility to soften his expression, though the realisation settled deeper inside him with every passing moment. If she had burned the leash herself… Then Adelaide had chosen to cross the palace boundary. And she had done it without telling him. Not under coercion. Not under force. Chosen. That word carried its own wound. The war table shifted beneath his hand as another engagement flared across the Iron Marches. Infernal wings wheeled across the projection while lines of demonic infantry pressed against the advancing Emberborn formations, steel an

“He can’t. Not now.” A beat of silence. Then the third man muttered, “If he runs, we burn the whole thing down.” No one argued. Far below, Matteo checked his phone and muttered something to himself. Probably about dinner. Probably about Leo. The three didn’t look amused. “He’s getting close,” the woman said softly. The second man folded his arms. “So is Pendragon.” And for a moment, no one spoke — because everyone knew: When Dominic Pendragon got close… People got buried.

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

“She didn’t. There was a war with a kingdom not affiliated with the hexagram. The Amorizites. Parmony was the first galaxy attacked, and our father was at the front line of the battle. He was gone for many star-months, and Mother was left being heavily guarded looking after her tots, Milvan and me. I was newly born and still being nursed, so she was not practicing at the time. Somehow, one of the Amorizite warriors overtook the guards, and gained access to mother’s chambers. When father returned several star-months later, mother was pregnant with Luceron. Father forbade mother to terminate the pregnancy, and instead, he began working on the spell to bring the goddess Aliyah ahead of schedule

“And you’re the key. The last lock.” “Why me?” She hesitated. “Because your bloodline traces back to the original keepers of the jewel,” she said. “You’re a descendant of the Light Bearers. And that makes you both a weapon… and a sacrifice.” The words echoed in my skull. A sacrifice. “Does Aegon know?” Vimon looked at me for a long time, then shook her head. “Not yet. But he will. And when he does, he’ll move heaven and hell to protect you. You know that, don’t you?”

He exclaimed with anger before all of them obeyed what he has ordered them to do. Aemon was in the balcony, smoking. His head was filled with that past. The order he made them do that he will never forget now. It has been bothering him so much. And every time he looks at Lily, all he can remember was how he didn't care those innocent people who were there that day. He killed him, and he also ruined the life of his beloves wife. The wind was cold as it comes along. The beach is silent and so the people are. There are lights hanging around and some torches on the trees. Their room is in front of the ocean, seeing it waves dance from there.

“He's my prisoner and mine to control.” And with that I stomped out, amidst their disgruntled faces and hushed mumurings. “That was bold,” Aegon said immediately as we went out. “They are coming for your head, you know right?” “They can try,” I retorted, hands behind my back. “Why didn't you kill him? He asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “He's strong, he might be useful,” I replied, avoiding his gaze. “Bring him to my chapter.”

sharpening blades, tending to fires, anything to avoid his wrath. Aemond knelt beside me, tying my wrists back with rough hands. The rope bit into my skin, and I winced. “You should’ve just walked,” he said quietly. I glared up at him. “And miss hearing more of your twisted lies? Not a chance.” He said nothing. He simply stood, looked down at me, and then announced to his men, “Send the message.” One of the men nodded and ran off into the trees. “What message?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice.

The men who carried her towards the fire felt like they were torn, their skins hurt as the few hairs on their body burnt. They directly threw Feyre into the fire, at that dire moment, she snapped her eyes open to reveal her grey eyes. The rest of the hours that went was one filled with cries from Feyre, she was tortured in the fire and burnt to the last piece, her bones crutched and her skin melted. Due to the ear piercing cry, the king and the lords couldn't stand it as they walked toward the hall. "Get the cottage ready, we will be leaving any moment from now to the eastern region with the princes for their birth date reading and meet with Lord Armand and Hugo," The king said to the second