A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targary...
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Grief makes us do unspeakable things. It sharpens our claws, and protects us against things that may happen in the future. It forces us to be reserved, makes us shut up.
But sometimes grief makes us explode.
Makes us yearn for the love that hasn't been granted to us.
"You're not allowed to talk to him." the police guard scoffs.
Alicent weakens. Her first child tied in cuffs, never allowed to live life as a free man again. "I'm sorry," she mouthed - staring deep into Aegon's eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line, entirely unsure if the descent into madness was caused by his parents.
He cannot blame them, even if it was.
He walks away.
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So you're leaving in the morning, on the early train.
The music in your airpods blasted. Harwin continued loading your luggage into the trunk. He doesn't know when he'll see you again.
I could say everything's alright. I could pretend and say goodbye.
"We'll keep in touch." you promised, wrapping him in a warm embrace. Daemon's hand found the small of your waist. "I'll call you everyday." Harwin made the same promise.
Basically his full-sister at this point.
"- I'll miss you." Harwin pressed a kiss on your forehead.
Daemon opens the car door for you. It was the beginning of your life. A life that you fought hard to have again.
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