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𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 once was a Princess of the realm and nothing more━━ once her hands were clean from blood. By the time she was twenty, she was the 'Cruel Princess'.
𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 once was...
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𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 of her to curse the irony of being her mother's daughter? Had she not been brought into this world, her mother would still be alive. Maeve Targaryen according to everyone around her was a stubborn woman. Perhaps, had Megaera not been born, had her mother still been alive...the rift between the two factions of House Targaryen would not exist.
Had her mother been here, she'd made Rhaenyra and Alicent go back to how they were as young teenagers. This rift between their families would probably not exist.
Had her mother been here, she wouldn't.
Megaera cursed that she was her mother's daughter, simply, because she loved being alive. She found joy in the fact despite a life being lost to bring her in the world.
But right now, she's thinking of all the possibilities.
The ceremony was sweet. Only the younger generation of Targaryens in a cliff of Dragonstone watching this new chapter begining in Jace and Halaena's lives.
To Megaera, it felt like magic was humming in the air around them━━ that was the wedding ceremony of her ancestors. Pure magic tying two souls and hearts together for the rest of their days, and maybe even after that.
She'd be telling a lie if she said she hadn't shed a tear or two.
Jace and Helaena looked so unconditionally in love and happy.
The unlikely trio had arrived on Dragonstone just in time to give the final touches for the ceremony. Helaena had greeted them with a knowing grin and a tight hug to the brothers she hadn't seen in a long while.
And now, nearly two hours later, the unlikely group were sitting on large pieces driftwood around a bonfire hidden by the castle's sight.
Megaera looked to Jace and Helaena and then Luke and Rhaena, dancing on a shaky tune played by a grinning, slightly tipsy Daeron on the guitar he carried along with him. Next she turned to Baela and Aegon, the two sitting across from eachother in the cold sand having a drinking contest.
It had been going on for a while... her shoulders slumped.
Not only would she have to carry her sister to the castle, she'd also have to make sure Aegon didn't puke on her on the way to King's Landing.
