The Father - He was disappointed. Jaehaerys did his best and Viserys failed.
The Mother - She was disappointed. Alysanne was gifted but only decided who deserved her gifts.
The Maiden - She was disappointed. She watched the innocent men, women, and children suffer under those in power.
The Smith - He was disappointed. These people would rather tear the realm apart than fix it.
The Warrior - He was disappointed. Everyone was either cowards, couldn't protect themselves, or were harming others.
The Crone - She was disappointed. The people would rather use their knowledge to push their own agendas and climb the ranks of power.
“He has no sons,” The Maiden whispered, mourning Aemma Arryn as if she was her own.
“He shouldn't have any.” The Smith grumbled. The god was angered by what he had witnessed. “He is not the one who has to pay the price.”
The Father sighed. He was meant to past judgment, but is one at fault when they only do what they know?
The Mother wanted to weep yet her tears were long dried up. Her children would suffer and despite being Gods, it was only so much they could do.
The Warrior raised his blade in rage at seeing the king shed tears over his wife after he sealed her fate.
Shaking her head, The Crone looked down at the people. The two girls caught her attention. “What of them?” She mused to her fellow peers.
“No. I fear all the dragons are touched to destroy.” Father stated, harsh and unforgiving.
“Even what they hold dear.” The Maiden agreed even as her heart yearned for the two girls whose fates were already decided.
The Mother sighed. “It has to be them. They are the future of House Targaryen.”
“Let’s flip a coin.”
The low, dark, and hideous tone of the Stranger turned all eyes to it. He was ugly thing, not that they would know. A hood covered the head of this deity.
The Stranger was not man nor woman, but somehow it was both. It teetered on the edge of existence. It meant two things to the world. Life for the dead. Death for the living.
The Father, Mother, Maiden, Smith, Warrior, and Crone stood in a circle over the seven points. A coin appeared and it was tossed.
The Stranger smiled. It was foul and crooked. It was happy. While the other gods waited to see if madness or greatness was in the future of these young princesses, it knew.
Rhaenyra and Alyssa were both destined to fail.
CAST
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