On dragonstone no cheers were heard, instead screams echoed through the halls while rhaenyra struggled through her third day of labor. The child had not been due for another moon but the tidings from kings landing that was rhaenyra's reasoning for early labor.
Rhaenyra called upon her wrath to her half brothers, the queen and her aunt. She detailed the torment she was inflict upon them all before she would let them die. the cursed the child inside her too shouting monster, monster, get out, get out. MONSTER! GET OUT!
when the babe at least came forth, it was indeed a monster. Twisted and deformed. with a hole in her chest where her heart should have been and stubby scaled tale.
"She was my only daughter, and they killed her. They stole my crown and murdered my daughter, and they shall answer for it." Rhaenyra shouted. She had lost her baby and she blamed Avalon for it. She blamed Aegon for it. She blamed them all from miles away it was their fault.
And so the Dance began, as Rhaenyra called a council of her own. "The black council," the True Telling names that gathering on Dragonstone, setting it against the "green council" of King's Landing.
"Tell my half-brother that I will have my throne, or I will have his head." Rhaenyra seethed.
"Otto!" Avalon demanded.
"Now is the time." Otto corrected.
"He is my son! He is not your blood." Avalon corrected. "You do not get to make this decision."
"It's alright mother. It's war. I understand I must do my duties." Aemond assured. "Aegon has to marry as well."
"I'm king, I dont have to do anything." Aegon sassed.
"Aemond..." Otto instructed. "Your purpose is to win the hand of one of Lord Baratheon's daughters," Otto told him sternly, ignoring Avalon pleas. "Any of the four will do. Woo her and wed her, and Lord Borros will deliver the stormlands for your brother. Fail—"
"I will not fail," Aemond blustered. "Aegon will have Storm's End, and I will have this girl." Aemond looked to his mother and Avalon sighed. She didnt want a war.
"Vaera-"
"Absolutely not!" Avalon demanded. "You can't be serious."
"Helaena is dimwitted, A union will have to be made for her." Otto added.
"She is not!" ALicent objected. Helaena offered her mother a small smile. "She is a bright young woman."
"And past the age for marriage." Otto tsked.
"I will go to winterfell." Vaera suggested.
"Winterfell is a long flight." Avalon corrected. "I will talk to-"
"No." Vaera begged. "Come on we have been on longer flights. Cregan knows me. He adores you but you have to be here mum." Vaera reminded her. "You are the queen."
"Dowager queen." Avalon corrected. "And I dont want my babies flying off to all ends of the earth."
"You have to stay here, stay with Alyssa, Aeron and Alice." Aemond corrected.
"Aemond-"
"Mum, it's okay. We need to show strength right now. Maybe she will be lovely." Aemond offered.
"You two be so, so careful!" Avalon begged.
"Send helaena to broker a deal with the martells. See if we can't-"
"We are at war with the martells." Alicent corrected.
"Not as much of a war as we are with Rhaenyra." Otto corrected. "What are you three waiting for?" Avalon held vaera and Aemond close.
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Fragile Things / Alicent Hightower / Criston Cole (2.1)
FanfictionSpin off ish of Love story. The war was upon them and Queen Avalon Targaryen felt she had no one to turn to in this time of crisis. No one except her trusted guard. 🐉 "The lights are burned out, the flowers are dead yet I'm supposed to sleep in...
