Aelora Targaryen, known as "The Golden Child," was born of secrets and trained as a hidden weapon. Raised amidst prophecies and held back by her family's ambition, fire, and blood, she lived a life shrouded in mystery. Across the realm, Benjicot Bla...
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ACT I - Chapter four
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Are you willing to risk it all because you despise me, or is it simply that you cannot accept that we are to be married? My dagger and your words, your blood and my status—what holds greater importance?
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"You will go with Benjicot Blackwood to his home in the Riverlands, Aelora. My dearest girl, this is out of my hands," Rhaenyra said, her voice filled with a mix of reassurance and regret. She tried to calm her daughter, knowing well that Aelora harbored strong dislike and wariness toward Benjicot. Aelora had confided in her about the unsettling encounter with him, and while Rhaenyra believed her daughter would be safe, her maternal instincts made her worry nonetheless.
Rhaenyra's heart ached as she looked at Aelora, seeing the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. She wished she could do more, but the political machinations of their world left her with little choice. She knew that as a mother, it was her duty to protect her children, and the thought of sending Aelora away tore at her soul. Yet, she had to trust that this alliance, fraught as it was with personal turmoil, would ultimately serve the greater good.
Aelora stood before her mother, her expression a mixture of defiance and despair. "Mother, you don't understand. He's... unpredictable. There's something about him that unsettles me. How can you be sure I'll be safe?"
Rhaenyra sighed deeply, her gaze softening. "I know, my love. I have seen the same things you have. But sometimes, we must face our fears head-on. Benjicot is a complex man, but he is bound by honor and duty. He will not harm you."
"But what if he does?" Aelora's voice wavered, her vulnerability laid bare. "What if he sees me as nothing more than a pawn, just like everyone else?"
Rhaenyra reached out, taking Aelora's hands in her own. "Listen to me, Aelora. You are more than a pawn. You are my daughter, a princess of our house. You possess a strength that goes beyond mere titles. Use that strength to navigate the challenges ahead. Trust in yourself."
Tears welled up in Aelora's eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "I don't want to leave you, Mother. I don't want to be alone in a place where I feel like an outsider."
Rhaenyra pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, holding her close. "You will never be alone, Aelora. Not truly. Our bond transcends distance. And remember, I will always be here for you, in heart and spirit. This is not goodbye."
Aelora clung to her mother, drawing strength from the warmth and comfort of her embrace. "I will miss you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
