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...
The insecurity about her own body, her lack of self-love and the anxiety plagued her during the day and haunted her at night. But she was not a weak woman. She fought for what she believed, for what she loved, and she would die for it too. But to see her son lying here, injured, burned, tormented by pain that he could only forget with medication, she had not wanted. It had not been her plan to make Aegon king and thus override Rhaenyra. But when Viserys had told her of his new will in his last hours, she had put aside her obligation to Rhaenyra and done her duty as queen. Aegon was the rightful ruler. Viserys had dreamed of a boy with a crown. He had told her as they stood before the fire on Aegon's first name day, she pregnant with Helaena and he at odds with Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra had been the heiress.
Until Viserys had changed his mind.
Alicent would not have taken the throne from her if it had not been the will of the king. She had not intended to take her birthright. But it was also Aegon's birthright. Even more than Rhaenyra's, and Viserys had acknowledged that in the end.
"Mother, you're here," she heard Aegon moan, and she walked up to her injured son and grabbed his hand. He looked at her through dazed eyes. She pressed her lips together. Milk of Puppy was a miraculous remedy, it relieved the cruelest pain, but it was also pure poison that befuddled body and mind. She stroked Aegon's head. His hair was damp and messy. He looked there like a little boy who was broken. This was all Rhaenyra's fault.
"Yes, I'm here," she said softly, putting her other hand on his cheek.
"It hurts so much," Aegon wailed, stabbing her in the heart. "I want it to stop."
