Rebekah Mikaelson fell in love. She died. He moved on. But she didnt stay dead and her heart was still stuck on Daemon. Could another Targaryen be the one to bring her back to life?
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"I was there when you said forever and always but you didnt mea...
''Smaller than I remember." Jace and Luke were walking the courtyard while the men were training. It had been years since they were last at kings landing.
''It looks exactly the same.' Luke countered
''Ah, Luke, come on.'' Jace said leading him around a smile on his face. ''See? I told you this would still be here." He picked up a sword, one of the old swords from when they were training as children.
''And you thought you could swing Criston's morning star.''
''And you almost took your own head off.'' Luke counted.
''What's your problem?'' Jace questioned
''Everyone's staring at us.'' Luke muttered as his eyes shifted around
''Hyah!'' they heard the men dualling behind them. Aemond glanced to Beka as he leaned back avoiding cristons swing.
''No one would question me being heir to Driftmark... if... if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong.'' Luke hissed
''It doesn't matter what they think.'' Jace reminded him, they heard a crowd cheering and a not so distant grunting they ran forward to get a better look as the crowd gasped. Aemonds sword whooshed through the air.
"Well done, my Prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time." Aemond smiled to Beka as the crowd applauded him.
''I don't give a shit about tourneys." Aemond remarked then he saw Jace and Luke staring at him ''Nephews... have you come to train?''
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Beka knew their scent. Remembered it from that night. That night she met Aemond and lost Daemon. How ironic that Jace and Luke came back as Beka was reunited with them once again. Yet still she was hiding from Daemon hoping she didnt have to see him. Not wanting to see his face.
"This is my betrothed." Aemond remarked. "Rebekah Mikaelson." He introduced proudly.
"Hi boys. Welcome back." Beka answered as Aemond wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck.
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''Open the gate!"
''Hold your nerve, my Queen.'' Otto remarked. ''What we do, we do for the good of the realm.''
"I must confess a certain uneasiness now this is at hand." Alicent remarked. ''He may yet live.''
''But we must be prepared if he does not.'' Vaemond remarked.
"The realm has enjoyed a long peace, a credit to the work of both Jaehaerys and Viserys, but the threat of war looms and may arrive on our shores." Otto told her ''When it does, will you want a child at the command of the greatest fleet in Westeros?''
''We must, of course... act in the interest of our subjects.'' Alicent agreed
''The next Lord of the Tides will be deeply in your debt, Your Grace. As will Driftmark... in all its strength." Vaemond encouraged.
