in which Lucerys was born a princess, one who still took aemond's eye, and lost her dragon in storms end.
Lucaera Velaryon, a girl who is a prisoner of war. She would be treated as a bastard, neglected and abused by her peers. The girl truly was str...
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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃࣪ ִֶָ☾.
IT IS QUIET IN LUCAERA'S CHAMBERS, PEACEFUL. The only sounds to be heard is the rain falling on the window and the soft stitching sound of Helaena's needlework from where she sits on a chair beside the bed. The fire in the lanterns have gone out now, though the candles on the nightstand are still lit. Outside it is cold and gloomy, casting the city in a dull darkness.
Helaena has a dark green shawl wrapped around her, one that goes well with the light green dress she is wearing; her hair in it's usual braided pattern, as her curls lay neatly upon her shoulders. She is currently stitching a spider on a web, some would jump and squeal at seeing such a creepy little critter, but not Helaena who was completely engrossed in her work.
The Queen often sits in here, in the silence, for hours, enjoying the peaceful company. Sometimes she speaks to her niece as if the princess on the bed could hear her, telling her riddles and stories that she has seen in her dreams. Lucaera never gives a response, no words, no reaction at all. Though, it does not seem to bother Helaena, in fact, she knows that her niece enjoys them, she could remember Lucaera being the only one to truly listen to her when they were young, she was someone who does not question her words or look at her as if she is mad, but encourages her Aunt to keep going.
Aemond is here quite often too, he sits beside the bed and reads, he looks out the window, he paces the room, and he studies her. Studies the rise and fall of her chest, making sure she is still breathing. He has to do that every few minutes, has to be sure she is still alive. He never meant for this to happen, he didn't want her to die, that's not what he wished for, he merely wished for the girls eye, not death.
He is looking at her now, her chest rises, and falls again. Each time he watches her take another breath he feels relieved. When she sometimes takes a little too long to take her next breath, he instantly panics. Grabbing her wrist to feel for a pulse or even going as far as to putting his ear to her chest, desperate to hear the beating of her heart.
He has never longed to see her brown eyes more than he does now. He wishes she would open them, he wants her back. She has been in this coma for eight days and seven nights, she has never looked more vulnerable than she does now.
In these long – agonising days, she has not spoken a word, she has not opened her eyes, she has not made any signs of being of conscious. Sometimes he was the one who visited her each day, and sometimes it would be Helaena.
His family; the green have been desperately looking for a way to get her to open her eyes; well, everyone besides Helaena who seems content enough. His Mother was always at the sept praying for the gods to help her, Otto was still cursing his existence, and Aegon, he wasn't even controlling his council who have already began plotting as if the Blacks have already found out and were coming for them, but they haven't, his Mother had sent letters to Rhaenyra but had gotten no reply back.
Sometimes Aemond curses his own stupidity, had he let her leave, let her go back to Dragonstone that day, she would be awake and healthy. Had he not taken it so far as to chasing her in the storm above Shipbreaker Bay, to scare her, she would not have been injured so badly. Instead, here she lies, in a sleep so deep she might never wake again. Her dragon gone. He managed to grab her before Arrax was ripped to shreds, and his torn body fell towards the ferocious waves beneath them. He, himself knew that nobody could've survived that attack, except his little niece.
He looks away from her and towards the window, the rain has stilled, but the wind was still menacingly blowing over the keep. The sky looks a little clearer, a little brighter, less duller. Different from the constant downpour and darkness that had swept over them, he stood up from the chair once more, he had finished his book, he draws the curtains once more.
Aemond glances at the sleeping princess once more, no matter how much he hated the girl who took his eye, he can't help but watch her, he feels like this is his responsibility as he was the one who'd done this. Helaena often reminded him that he was the one who killed the girl's dragon, the debt was now paid, there was no need for an eye. However, now their niece is the one who has to pay with the broken bond, she was the one who would be now dragonless.
He turns on his heel and walks out of the chambers, he passed the guards, gave them an order to stay by the chambers and to listen out if Lucaera awakens and when she does, they were to alert him, or anyone for that matter.
However, Princess Lucaera Velaryon never did wake up, she lay peacefully and quietly, not a sound came from her mouth. Not even a little peep, her eyes stay closed, as she lay there trapped within her sleep.
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Thank you very much for reading! How's everyone enjoying the new season? I feel terrible about Rhaenys 😭
