❝ Know it's for the better ❞
Aerys Velaryon, the first bastard that Rheynera birthed. Still, loved and cherished.
Aelora Targaryen, the last daughter Alicent birthed. Ever so ignored and sometimes loved.
"Aelora, please...
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I wanna make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents teenage daughter. She'll be the best you ever had if you let her
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AERYS VELARYON had born to rule. Ever since Rhaenyra first saw him out of her womb, she knew, Aerys had born to take the iron throne after her. He was born not even a year after the marriage of Rhaenyra and Laenor, on a cold winter night. Rhaenyra had expected for Aerys to be born soon, as she had been bearing him for a few moons already. The only surprise she got that night was the hair of the first born, she wanted to cry and scream. What was she thinking? Her children could not bear Targaryen hair if their father was not Targaryen. ( Even though after all the rage she still birthed more sons to ser Harwing ) She spent sleepless nights asking herself how foolish was of her to think that Aerys would be born with her silver hair. Rhaenyra often stared at her son, brown curly hair, the only thing even a little close to her was his eyes. Light violet, almost indigo. That was something only Aerys had, no other son of her got the trait. As a child, Aerys was very dutiful. Sometimes Rhaenyra had worried he had not felt the real joy of being a child. But then she saw him all covered in mud, laughing with his younger brothers she smiled and brushed her worries off. Aerys Targaryen was a mystery to many; he could be a quiet observer or a loud performer. But Aelora saw right through him.
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AELORA TARGARYEN had born to suffer. Ever since Alicent first saw her out of her womb, she knew, Aelora had born to sustain all the hatred Alicent hold. The naïve babe held red hair and light brown eyes. Aelora had failed to her mother even before she could comprehend a word. She had been born as the exact carbon copy of her mother. No straight silver hair and violet eyes, nothing of that. Aelora looked nothing like a Tagaryen and everything like a Hightower. Every time Alicent saw Aelora, she just saw herself, a hopeless and manipulable little girl. In her own weird way Alicent liked it, she had something of her own. Aegon and Helaena looked everything like Viserys and nothing like her. Aelora was her precious girl. Even if she couldn't say it out loud, her younger child was her favorite. Aelora was hers to have, hers to love, hers to hug, hers to console, hers to manipulate, hers to hurt. Aelora was her little doll, the one with Alicent could forget what happened to her and pretend she married some lord while she brushed Aeloras long, red hair. Aelora herself was very aware of the fact of how close she looked like her mother, being reminded by various lords, maidens and the hand himself. She didn't know if she liked it though, she would never know really. Aegon had always tried to make her break, stop her from being so goddamn perfect. But Alicent would send him a wary look every time he even tried to get closed to Aelora. Alicent couldn't let anyone corrupt her Aelora. Aerys, he did not agree with Alicent's thoughts, though.
