nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝒜sphodel, house of the dragon
「 season one to season ? 」
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𝕬𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖑
CHAPTER 3, HEIRS AND DEFENDERS
𝕿he sky was a light blue, and the clouds lingered in the distance as waves crashed on the rocks. Small hills encompassed the area. In the middle of the crowd lay Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon. At least, that's who they were to everyone else. The Targaryen girls had lost a mother, not a queen, to which they swore fealty to, their mother.
Alaenna stood next to her sister, head bowed. Their hands grasped tightly in one another. Alaenna had been crying the whole time. It wasn't loud or manic; it was silent similar to how the halls would be in their mother's passing.
Rhaenyra had tried her best to save face for her sister. From this moment out, she was no longer just her sister; Rhaenyra deemed herself to be her sworn protector. She had promised such to whatever gods would take it.
"They're waiting for you," Daemon quietly walked behind the girls. Alaenna briefly looked up from her tears to see the golden she-dragon atop the hill in front. Every time Syrax noticed Rhaenyra or Alaenna's gaze, she mewled like a cat to comfort them.
"I wonder if during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness" Rhaenyra was full of anger. She was angry at the gods, the world, and her father, but at the base of it all herself. Perhaps she could've done something more, could've fixed something.
