𝐕𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐊𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐚ō𝐡𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐭

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P A R T T H R E E
(from now on, the chapters will be based on House of the Dragon, as I'll be adding a couple of things from the books as well)

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THERE WERE things that at her young age she should not understand, such as learning to live in a world where her mother, who had been with her all her life, was gone, and would never return.

As Rhaenyra ordered Syrax to cremate the remains of her mother and brother, Rhavena, with what little visibility her tear-filled eyes allowed her to see, gazed into the fire that consumed the bodies mercilessly, trying to safeguard in her memory those last moments she spent with her mother. After the arrival of her visit at Winterfell, she had only had a few final minutes with her mother, to speak with her, to see her one last time, before Aemma Arryn had gone into the labour that took her life, along with that of her son.

A son, the boy the whole realm had so longed for, a boy who only managed to inhabit that world for a single day, bringing momentary relief to the dispute over the heir to the throne.

A matter that, in Rhavena's eyes, should have been settled years ago: Rhaenyra was the undisputed heir to the throne, always had been.

As the funeral drew to a close, she watched all the guests leave as they paid their condolences to the king, watched everyone, seconds after her mother's corpse was burned, move on with their lives, and worse, heard how worried everyone was about the future of the Iron Throne in the wake of Baelon Targaryen's death. Her late brother who provoked more fury in others than her own mother, he had barely lived a day, and others already regretted it more. When, in reality, he should never have been born in the first place, should never have existed, not for a day.

"Iksan vaoreznuni ēdā naejot māzigon lenton isse bisa jēda (I regret you had to come home at such conditions)," once only the two daughters of the late queen were left, they had finally had a chance to speak to each other since Rhavena returned from the North.
"Se iksan vaoreznuni ēdā naejot jikagon rȳ mirre bisa mērī (and I am sorry you had to go through all this alone)" the sisters embraced, an embrace that lasted a long time, but the embrace they had both needed most.
"Well, I wasn't entirely alone, Daemon is back, and there was Alicent." Once they were apart, reaching out to each other, they walked slowly back to the castle.
"Our uncle is nothing if not questionable company, and Alicent...there's something about her."
"Please, Vena, just as there's been something about her all these years?"
"Even worse. Ever since I've been back, she's been more uncanny than usual, there's something I don't like."

And even if what her sister said was true, and Rhavena never felt a particular trust towards the daughter of her father's hand, she felt that, now, after everything that had happened, she had more reason to be suspicious.