ROSE THORN
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ
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✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns.
but when the dragons dance and the fire ta...
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☁️ ·̩͙✧ C H A P T E R T W E N T Y O N E
SOMEONE KNOCKED on the door at least five times, but Mevanya, lost in thought, did not even hear Jacaerys' voice calling out to her.
The boy, frightened that something had happened to her when he received no answer, entered Mevanya's room, his countenance contracted in concern.
"Me-?"
But his face changed when he saw the girl sitting on the edge of the bed with a lost expression and teary eyes. Jace approached her with slow, delicate steps, careful not to scare her.
"Nya?"
When Mevanya finally turned her face to look at him, Jace's heart squeezed so hard in his chest that he had to sigh to try to fill his lungs with air.
She looked so devastatingly broken.
"A son for a son," her voice sounded so distant it seemed foreign to Jacaerys's memories of that beautiful voice. "Appropriate, don't you think? Jaehaerys was Aemond's son, Aemond killed Luke, so Daemon killed Jaehaerys, it's all an endless cycle of death."
Jace tried not to act too surprised by the revelation. Jaehaerys was Aemond's son. Suddenly the whole situation seemed like a cruel joke of the gods.
"Nya..." He didn't know what to say to her, what to do to take away the pain that burned in her violet eyes.
If he could, if he knew how, he would take away all that pain and put it on himself if it meant seeing her smile again, seeing her shine again.
And then, Mevanya began to cry, to sob as Jace had never seen her sob before, the pain rippling through each wrenching sound. Jacaerys rushed to her side to keep Mevanya from collapsing completely, from falling to her knees on the floor, and instead he held her gently against him and pulled her so tightly to his chest that he could feel her body shaking violently from the sobs.
"It's going to destroy me," she sobbed without stopping, distorting her words to the point that Jace could barely understand her. "This war, this... need for blood. It will destroy me."
Jacaerys held back his own tears with all the willpower he had, forcing himself to stay strong for Mevanya's sake, forcing himself to hold her tightly for fear that she might fall apart right there.
"Then I'll be here with you when it happens, I'll be here to pick up the pieces, if you'll let me," his voice wobbled though he tried to avoid it, the boy's chest burned with every wrenching cry of the silver, and the burning in his throat only intensified as Mevanya clutched his shirt so tightly that the fabric crumpled in her fists.
First, she hadn't been able to say goodbye to Luke, she had been robbed of the chance to attend his funeral, robbed of the chance to mourn him properly, to say goodbye one last time. And now it was all repeating itself again; she would not be able to say goodbye to her sweet Jaehaerys, her little boy who should never have crossed the fire.
