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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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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 and rain slashed at Megaera's body as she stood knee deep into the rough waters of the beach of Dragonstone. Thunder rumbled in the distant, painting a perfect picture of how Megaera currently felt as warm tears slid down her face━━ cold, harsh, destructive.The internal ruin of her soul and the ruination the thunderstorm brought creating a whirlwind of chaos within her.
The sandy ground beneath her shook at the storms might but Megaera remained unmoved.
Everythingyou touch falls to ruin, cousin.
Megaera scoffed, wiping the treacherous tears away as she stared hard across the water. She could almost picture the peace Essos and her grandmother could provide her. A shot at freedom from the things that kept her feet buried in the sand to wait for the waves to burry her beneath.
Perhaps it was time to cut off her attachments and run. She considered and as if answering her silent call, Vermithor edged closer to the water and to her swaying, shaking body. Let them run eachother down to ruin while she lives her life. Free. Such a strange word. Such a strange concept.
So unachievable.
Her lips push tightly against eachother, trying to contain whatever sad, pathetic sound fought tooth and nail to climb out of her.
Splashes were heard behind her and before the fog could clear within her mind a hand latched onto her arm, dragging her back to the shore.
Megaera yelped in surprise as he snapped at her. "What do you think you're doing?! Do you wish to die from pneumonia!?" Aemond's voice carried over the storm and Megaera silently shivered as the wind hit her wet body.
She couldn't help but notice Aemond had too much worry lacing his words for someone that held a knife to his throat hours before. How strange.
The duo stumbled out of the water and Aemond turned to face Megaera's shivering frowing form. The glare on his face was almost scary to her then and there. She couldn't think straight, couldn't breathe.
His touch burned through her clothes, through her skin.
Curious, red rimmed eyes stared up at the frustrated man as he shrugged off his leather coat and throwing it over Megaera's shivering shoulders.
Finally finding her voice, a sad hoarse sound, Megaera spoke. "What are you doing, Aemond?"
A glare was her only answer as he took her arm, guiding her towards the towering castle of Dragonstone. "Keeping you alive━━ considering you're horrible at it lately."
