In order to bring your families together your sister and mother propose you marry the future king, the man you'd been taught to hate. The both of you struggle to make the marriage work, while dealing with your decaying family.
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Seeing Aegon smash the smaller bastard's face into the wood had a smirk crawling onto your face. On the other side of the room, Aemond and Jacaerys were standing head to head, butterflies were in your stomach at the idea of Aemond beating his face in. Rhaenyra stood panicked, and you took delight seeing your half sister's face so scared.
The fun was interrupted by Daemon, the cunt the only one that could stop your brother from killing Jacaerys with only his hands. Your smile fell when you saw your mother's face. She looked so disappointed. Disappointed in you all for ruining this attempt at peace. Though you wondered how she could preach peace when she was the one that made you all this way, so hateful. You struggled to listen to the words spilling from the adults. You were still sitting at the table, eyes locked on your mother.
"It's time we leave Alicent," your half-sister sighed, it seemed the fog cleared and you could hear again.
"You must stay," your mother begged, and for a moment she was not the Queen, just a girl clinging to her friend, the thought made you ill.
Rhaenyra smiled, though it seemed to be one of pity, "After I deliver the children to Dragonstone I shall return."
You could see the relief take your mother, but something sick boiled in your stomach. Next to you Helaena seemed tense as well, muttering softly.
"What is it sister?" You asked quietly, hoping not to distract from the task at hand. You were the only children left in the room, speaking may take that edge away.
"Green flows into red, the green, the green. Black and green will spill, it will all spill " she whispered, clutching your hand, nails digging into your skin.
You didn't know exactly what the girl meant but you had heard enough of her ramblings to know that you were green and they were black. The red was your father who desperately held onto ignorance.
"We won't allow that to happen Laena," you promised, the panic on your sister's face malleable.
Seeing Rhaenyra start to separate from your mother you stood, drawing everyone's eyes to you, "Sister," you bit out the word as if it pained you to mutter, "You should stay. With our father in poor health, your staying would bring him great peace," seeing her face start to crack you continued, "I know Mother and I would love your support in these trying times," your teeth clenched, but she was not fully convinced yet, "It's time like these families need to stick together," you finish wanting to vomit at your own words.
