The Pyre for a hero

Death of a false king

Shaera received a raven, Rhaenyra would be avenged. The death of a false king for the rightful queen.

Mysaria smirked from her cell whilst she listened to the wailing of the men who proclaimed Aegon's death. Dyana ran through Maegor's passages out of to the rioting streets of King's Landing, though she feared her fate; she smiled. Dyana smiled at knowing she not only got revenge for herself but for all the woman and girls that Aegon forced himself on; and for Helaena. Despite the greens, nobody held ill will against Helaena.

Alicent sat staring at the corpse of her son. Aegon's body lay contorted; cold and lifeless slumped on the floor. His eyes distant, a purple hue overtook his skin. The golden chalice that he clung to his whole life had done as everyone said it would and sent him to his death. Suffocating on his own bile as he chocked fell to the floor to be discovered by his mother.

The Queen dowager looked lost, she had lost all that she cared about because of herself and her father placing Aegon on the throne. Alicent began to dwell on her life, was it really worth putting Hightower blood on the throne if it meant she would lose everything and force the realm to spiral into unruliness at having no king nor queen?

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Shaera smiled as she read the raven before she went to tell her family. She felt content at knowing that Rhaenyra was avenged and the war was soon to be over.

"Mother, what is going on?", Baelon asked.

"Rhaenyra has been avenged",

"What?".

"You all heard me, Aegon, the false king is dead",

"Who is to rule?", Aemma quizzed.

"Rhaenyra's son Aegon should he want it. It is his right",

"He is but a boy and we have too many Aegon's in this family", Alyssa declared.

"What is to be done, my flame",

"We are going to reclaim Dragonstone, it is our home. I will be meeting with Cregan Stark in Kings Landing. We will get back what they took".

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With both Aegon and Rhaenyra dead, the realm felt into chaos. Numerous problems arose, most of the land had been destroyed by dragonfire and a cruel winter was settling in.

Alicent knew it was only a matter of time before they came for whatever remained of the greens, she pondered ending it all now by herself. She couldn't do it, she couldn't end her own life but not because she feared it but because she felt she deserved whatever happened to her.

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Shaera and Daemon flew atop Aethalrax whilst their children flew on their dragons, it was a while before the tall walls of Dragonstone could be seen. They relished in the sight of their home, the feeling of longing subsided. They walked into the eery walls of Dragonstone, Daemon ripping down the green dragon banners.

"Mother?",

"Yes?".

"Who is that?", Rodrik pointed to a shadow at the corner. Daemon grabbed the mysterious figure, he pulled their hood back to reveal a girl.

"Dyana?",

"My lady", She bowed down.

"Thank you",

"For what?".

"For killing Aegon. Your first feels strange until you get used to what you have done but I thank you for your bravery for ending the reign of that- man",

"I oddly do not feel anything but relief that he can't hurt me anymore. I am glad that I could avenge her grace, Queen Rhaenyra".

"And what of Mysaria?",

"She still sits in a cell, the same cell that previously housed Alicent. They do not think she would be capable of this whilst trapped but how they were wrong".

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Shaera travelled on Aethalrax, a large dagger hidden in the satchel across her shoulder. Cregan Stark and his bannermen had yet to arrive so she took it upon herself, she would make Alicent Hightower suffer for what happened to Rhaenyra.

Shaera snuck in through the tunnels like she had done many times, she weaved the gaps and looked in the room. She entered the room to see the silent sisters preparing Aegon's body with the conquerors crown resting next to him. Shaera acted swiftly, she gave the silent sisters a humane death before moving back towards Aegon's cold form. She grabbed the crown and placed it into her satchel before taking her dagger and slicing off Aegon's head.

She carried the head by the weaves of knotted silver hair, blood dripped down to her feet but she did not care. Shaera was hellbent on what she intended. She continued her murderous rampage and beheaded the remaining green supporters that she could find, she knew she had not gotten all of them but she got the most influential; before she entered the banquet room. She placed the heads at each place setting before going for who she wanted.

Shaera snuck into the passages once more before finding Alicent, she dragged the woman to the room she had just left before locking them in the room.

"You, a follower of the faith of the seven have sinned. You have gone against your rules. One of those rules being that a woman's place is by the side of her lord husband. Your faith depicts that we must serve the men of the realm and I have done just that", Shaera proclaimed before grabbing Alicent's hair and forcing her to look at the heads of men she had previously seen, her eyes stuck to Aegon's which stared back at her.

"I-i-",

"This is all your doing, it may have been my hands doing the cutting but it is your doing. You caused all this ruin for yourself, all because you couldn't accept that Rhaenyra went unpunished by her father",

"This wasn't my intention, my father- he, he manipulated me and made me think that it was Aegon's right".

Shaera pulled the womans hair tighter causing her to wince. Alicent could feel her hair beginning to separate from her scalp with how hard it was gripped, Shaera kicked Alicent's knee against the table hearing the cracks of the bone that threatened to dislodge itself from her skin.

"Do not patronise me by thinking that I would believe that. Your father may have been a traitorous leech but at least he did not seek to blame others for his actions. You and your father put Aegon on the throne without thinking of the consequences, without thinking of how it would affect anybody. Without thinking of how it affected Rhaenyra or the children who deserved better. I, Shaera Arryn-Targaryen, In the name of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, Queen of the andals, the Rhoynar and the first men. Protector of the realm hereby sentence you to die",

With one final swing of the dagger, Alicent Hightower was no more. Shaera stabbed her dagger in the middle of the table, the light shone through the red three headed dragon that decorated the hilt. She unlocked the door and closed it behind her before going to the dungeons. Mysaria looked up to see Shaera, covered in enemy blood. She again understood how Shaera and Daemon were made for one another, twin flames that only burn bright in the presence of the other.