Enemies to Lovers. 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ...and she wondered, did they go from lovers to enemies or from enemies to lovers?
"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹."
Qu...
A knife thrust that never healed and kept hitting the wound it had once left.
This powerlessness, this ignorance, was unbearable. It taunted her every day, hitting her again and again.
She had lost a child once before.
Her stillborn girl was the second.
Lucerys was not allowed to become the third.
It was like a slap in the face when they had brought her the news that they were holding Lucerys captive. Not only were they stealing her throne, they were stealing her son.
Rhaenyra knew she shouldn't favor a child, a mother didn't, but everything about Luke reminded Rhaenyra of her lost child, her poor girl, out there somewhere alone, without her.
When Lucerys was young, her little boy was always afraid. He had always clung to her skirt and blinked out from there when he thought it was safe. A trait he had developed only after Aemma was gone.
The absence of his shadow haunted her. She clung to Aegon, bouncing him on her hip and kissing the top of his white-blond hair as he pressed against her, small fists knotted into the heavy black fabric that stretched across her breasts.
Aegon was now as old as Aemma had been then.
Rhaenyra pushed away the despair and fixed her pale gaze firmly on the painted table lit with fire.
