Canon Divergent Fix-It Fic Trilogy with a HEA. Multi-POV. Show/Canon merging. Not only romance-centric.
They weren't even giving her to him, not to love like he wanted. No, they were taking his Maiden and turning her into a pawn just like him, placi...
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Summary: Rhaenyra receives a letter. Aemond cannot find peace until he gets a taste of it.
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Grandfather is still ill, much like we saw him last but he prefers his wheel chaired more oft than not...
Things have been tense, understandably so, but Queen Alicent has been cordial and has made sure we are comfortable and have what we need...
Aegon and Aemond keep their distance, perhaps so they can glare all the better...
I do not know how to make amends for what happened...
...and they say Aemond is taken by his pains at times, darkening his room as his head aches from his wound...
I should make amends, it is right...
What do you think I should do?...
Heleana has been the warmest...
...we danced together at the feast and she was quite happy to do so. It is nice spending time with her...
Aegon is happy around Lady Abrogail and she laughs freely with him. He is not like how he used to be as much with her...
I think Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin would be pleased to see how well she is treated...
Many houses were represented at Aegon's nameday...
Most seemed to wonder if Aegon would have been named heir and displace you but none came to pass...
...they will inherit Harrenhal. I can see the wisdom in it as Luke will have Driftmark one day, but I think of Joffrey and Aegitsos and my uncles who do not have lands and holds to occupy them...
I love you much, Muñus, I hope you are well and that I will see you soon...
Rhaenyra ran her fingers over her son's careful script, her mouth twitching in fondness amidst her worry of her zēapos. His letter was long, too much for a raven's wings and she started from the beginning once she had read it through once. Twice. Her ribs ached as if Jace had been carved out of her to go on this journey and she shook her head, trying to let the feeling flit away on the breeze. Her eldest had a temper, much as she did in her youth, much as his father had, in the ways that drew her in. Time stole away much, and her own bouts of temper had cooled with each broken toy, each yelling fight, each 'he pulled my hair!' and 'He pushed me and won't share!'
