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...
It was the middle of the night when he had entered her chambers.
And now he stood here staring down at her.
Rose was pregnant.
With his child.
Rose carried his son under her heart. A boy, a new Targaryen. A heir.
Or a girl, perhaps the spitting image of her mother.
He didn't care for the gender. Just as he didn't care that the child was a bastard. In the past, it would have bothered him. Having a bastard. The very thought of it, had disgusted him, but now, he could think of nothing but an heir with the woman who had taken his body and his mind.
And who had betrayed him.
Who had abandoned him.
He would have given her anything.
He wondered what he had done that she had decided he was not worthy of her loyalty.
He came up to her. She lay there, not suspecting anything wrong.
He would only have to reach out his hand and put it around her pretty neck. She would not even be able to resist. He would have her lying dead in front of him in a few seconds. Punish her for daring to turn against him.
But how could he hurt her? Every act against her would be an act against himself. Every injury he would inflict on her would hurt him more than her.
Her eyes were red and swollen. Dried tear tracks on her cheeks. She had been crying. Had she been crying because of him? He had thought a few days ago that her sorrow would please him. That she deserved nothing less. But now he felt a pinch in his stomach, a weight on his guilt, a foul taste on his tongue, and he knew he wanted nothing more than to see her smile.
