Eye of The Dragon, Aemond Targaryen

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 had been disposed of in the fire that was surrounding King's Landing. A destruction created by the hands of Aelora Targaryen, and the Princess felt no remorse whatsoever. She remembered these people cheering for Aegon as he was being crowned, and she also hadn't forgotten the cheers as Vermithor lost his life. How his skin was mutilated, his beautiful bronze skin.

The Cannibal flew above King's Landing, staying close in need of protection. He also knew Aelora needed him the most in this moment. While Aemond had taken it upon himself to speak to Cregan and his army, Aelora had stayed inside the Red Keep. Her attention was on the Smallfolk beneath her. Running, panicking, not having a place where they would feel safe. The cries of the children were the only thing that made her heart feel a different way. But those children would only grow up with their parents' views, and with that thought she felt better about doing what she did. 

The hallway was empty as Aelora strode through it. Her eyes dancing across the walls and the paintings, a sight she would have to get used to as she was expected to live here once she becomes Queen. 

"Rhaenyra?" Aelora turned around immediately, meeting two bloodshot eyes boring right through her. As Alicent recognized the girl, she felt stupid. Aelora smiled, "she must haunt you." Alicent responded with silence. Nothing but utter silence haunted these halls these days. "Is it everything you dreamed of?" The white haired dragon asked. Alicent had, yet again, responded with nothing but silence. "Why could you not let things be? Grandsire named my mother heir, you robbed her of it. You robbed me." 

"I never robbed you from your birthright, Aelora," the Queen snapped back. Aelora softly smiled. Not once was she concerned for her birthright. "I was not talking about my birthright, I was talking about my mother.'s" Alicent's expression gave Aelora a dazed impression. "Come," Alicent whispered. 

And for once, Aelora listened. She let the cheers of the smallfolk behind her and followed the viper into her nest.

Alicent fiddled with her multiple rings on her fingers as she folded her hands in front of her, eyes outside on the people below her. Her eyes found her son. Her beautiful Aemond, perhaps the most beautiful one out of all of them. Helaena too, she thought. She was her little Princess.

"You blame me for Rhaenyra's death," she whispered. Aelora crossed her arms in defense, her dagger at the ready in her boot. "I blame all of you for her death." 

But Aelora never knew the truth about the adventures Alicent would have with Rhaenyra. Since little girls they had always been inseparable, where one would go the other would follow. And as they grew up, perhaps a little more than just friendship blossomed between them. But Alicent was never ready to admit it. She was scared, too. How was she supposed to tell her best friend she was in love with her? And even worse, how could she ever admit to being in love with her husband's daughter?

And by the time she was pregnant with Aegon, Alicent knew it was too late. Rhaenyra would always be her greatest what if. And knowing she is dead now, perhaps her greatest regret. 

Aelora took a step closer, noticing the shift in Alicent's energy. She didn't feel the coldness anymore, she felt a feeling she was all too familiar with. She felt Alicent mourning. Mourning of Rhaenyra- mourning of the possibilities they could have had.