The Burnt Prince-GOT SI (OC x Ashara Dayne)

Part 5

Chapter 5

Deep in the Black Cells of the Red Keep, the door to a cell opened once more just as dawn was set to break. A person clad in the finest set of clothes walked in slowly, his hair silvery blonde reached down his shoulders, his iliac eyes similar in colour to the prisoner entrapped in the cell.

The night of torture failed to hide away the similarities in their faces as the two Princes and two brothers came face to face, alone, for perhaps the last time ever.

He was Rhaegar Targaryen, the eldest of King Aerys's sons, the heir apparent to the throne, and as he watched his younger sibling sit there covered in grime and dirt, blood caked on his back, death waiting for him in hours, he stood there impassive, and unbothered.

They were brothers, not the best brothers, yet not the worst either, yet despite this, Rhaegar Targaryen stood there stone-faced as the two of them stared into each other's eyes.

"You abandoned me," the younger one whispered out, his voice grazy and parched, as he levelled the accusation against his elder brother, who stood there and replied with a shake of his voice.

"You and I both know that I could do nothing. Father is set in his mind. There is no convincing him otherwise," the eldest answered as Daemon Targaryen's eyes narrowed.

"Yet you didn't even try," he said, anger seeping into his voice as the chains binding him rattled.

"You always were a coward!" Daemon accused as Prince Rhaegar's face shifted for the first time.

"Do not speak about what you don't understand!" he replied, his brows furrowed.

"I understand plenty. Unlike you, YOU prophecy-obsessed fool!" came the retort as silence overcame the cell once more until Prince Rhaegar shook his head, his lips thin as his eyes narrowed.

"It seems you are still set in your ways," he said as he turned back and began to walk away, yet he stopped at the door and spoke up.

"Your sacrifice will not be wasted," and the answer came with a resigned scoff.

"This is not a sacrifice. It's a murder, one which you could have stopped," came the answer as the eldest brother stilled. A sense of anger and remorse filled his face for the first time as he voiced out.

"I wish so as well, yet I cannot. For I am burdened with great purpose."

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RHAELLA TARGARYEN

As she sat there in the castle of Dragonstone, Rhaella Targaryen often wondered where everything had gone wrong. And the truth was she could never truly be sure.

Was it the day when Aerys had become the heir apparent, or was it when tragedy had struck her House at Summer Hall, or was it the day she had lost her greatest treasure?

And now, as the Targaryen dynasty of three hundred years was nearing an unseeing, she could only speculate as she sat in the castle of Dragonstone, with its walls of fused black stone fashioned with Valyrian dragons and gargoyles in ways that spoke of the mythical heritage of her House.

The day she had heard the news of Aerys's actions, about putting his own son on trial for treason, she had felt her world break and had pleaded to him to let him go, to see a reason, yet it seemed as if he was in a daze, his mood had become more erratic, and he had refused to see reason despite her pleadings, and then it had happened.

Thinking about it still made her heart ache in pain as she recalled the fate of her son. And so even as the dynasty that had stood for three hundred years came to an end, she felt a perverse sense of satisfaction knowing that Aerys's fate would be sealed.