『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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It was Good Queen Alysanne all over again. Daemon and Daenerys had been at Dragonstone with their offspring for two years when they received the raven. King Jaeherys I. had fallen ill, and the maesters agreed goodbyes were in order.
Once again, Daenerys was met with a dark room, with curtains closed and dust on every shelf. She could hardly recognise the once vibrant and lively chambers that used to be filled with warmth and light. The air felt heavy with a sense of foreboding, as if the illness that had befallen King Jaeherys had cast its shadow over the entire castle.
Silently, she sat down on the edge of the bed. This time Daemon wasn't by her side, for he did not wish to be in the Old King's presence, which was understandable and self-explanatory.
The Old King had closed his eyes, but his shallow breaths told Daenerys he still lived. She was silent, not knowing what she should tell him anyway. She reached out and gently took his frail hand in hers, feeling the warmth slowly fade away.
"Why on earth did you name Viserys heir?" she asked him eventually. The event occurred two years ago but was still a fresh topic of every room, city, dinner table or market.
The King sighed. "No other way..." he breathed out weakly.
"Yes, there was. I love my brother, but Rhaenys had all the rights to be the queen..." Daenerys' voice trembled with a mix of frustration and sadness. "Now, you have cursed my big brother with the burden of the crown, a responsibility he was never prepared for."
The King's eyes filled with regret as he weakly nodded in agreement. "I know, my dear."
Daenerys closed her eyes and sobbed.
"I am sorry," whispered the Old King.
Daenerys looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Sorry doesn't change anything," she choked out, her voice filled with anguish.
"I know... I know that too well..." the Old King replied, his voice filled with remorse. "But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday."
"I wish so much to hate you, grandfather. But I cannot." Daenerys's voice trembled as she spoke, her pain evident in her words. "Despite everything, you are still you, kekepa." (grandfather)
Jaeherys used all the power he still had to properly open his tired eyes and look at his granddaughter. As he gazed at her, a tear escaped his eye, reflecting the regret he carried in his heart. He mustered a weak smile, hoping it would convey the love he still held for her despite the mistakes of his past.
"I will miss you," she admitted. "Kings Landing will never be the same without you."
"I am glad," the old man choked out with a rusty chuckle.
