𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖉丨(ʜᴏᴛᴅ x 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

𝔇𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔶 - 𝔠𝔥𝔭.1

ɓσα - ∂εερℓყ - ƭωเℓเɠɦƭ

𝕾1 𝕰8: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. Breaths of the warm winds contrasted the chilled (your tone) skin, scattering goose bumps. The sands stirred above the tides. The strand flew and flicked through the air into the orbs of the stilled body. 

A flinch from a natural being disturbed the calm waves and harrowing winds. The body lifted it's hand and furiously rubbed itself in attempt to weep the sand grains away from its eyes. The blue tides rallied ribbons of water upon it's rage to the seashore, growing exponentially. There was almost a faint quake of the ground, like it was shivering in fear of the beast to come. 

The unfortunate events that took place next, changed the realm of Westeros in its progression towards a lawless history. Aegon's coronation turned a sour day of the people's genocide. The immediate dismissal of King Viserys mourning for a patriarchal event pulled out of the Hightower's pertinacious ass. 

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𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. Years of doing her father's will, even when he was banished as The Hand, she kept his agenda. Viserys kept her as a child-barer, comapny, and caretaker. Larys used her position to be kept around the home of the Targaryen's through trade-secrets. Ser Criston Cole was kept around after Rhaenyra abandoned his affections, Alicent was merciful towards him before a Seppuku attempt in their garden. 

Her own sons defiled her morals and the godly example they were supposed to lead. 

She would not open her eyes to a country lead by a matriarch any longer. Family meant everything, but she did nothing for her own good. She was under constant stress and grief from loss and the emptiness of being used. 

Her sons had grown into uncontrollable beasts. Aemond was ambitious and impulsive, but much more pensive than his older brother Aegon. The oldest, Aegon Targaryen at 22 years old, like to indulge on wine, women, and taking personal time avoiding his family. 

Alicent had been controlled for so long she did not know how to gain control over her own. The one thing the boy had in common; they were eels in an oil barrel. They could dodge her and finagle their way out any responsibilities they didn't find important or 'fun'.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. Across the open markets, the docks, the boats, even the septa on the opposite side of the growing perturbated ocean. Panic grew into rowdy recognition of the long lost beast. 

The ocean bubbled and toiled. It was steaming hot, enough to scald the skin off of the most calloused flesh in Westeros. Something grew. Guards, goldcloaked and common trudged to the dock and their stations. Something had awakened. The air chilled with a fear, that settled in the guts of blue blood and red. 

"𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑷𝑰𝑶𝑵!!" 

Orders were being shouted on the fortress outlook, people fled far from the water's strand, other guards pushed and shoved through the streets up to the high grounds of the capitol. 

Inside the castle, they fretted. Their ears filled with sounds of the rumbled earth. Castle staff hid under tables, the assigned Kingsguard urged their patrons to safety. Viserys was the biggest concern of all. Alicent fled past her sons bedroom to her own for Viserys himself. Ser Criston Cole is hot on her heels, shouting out for her immediate safety.