[𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃]
The lost daughter of Alicent and Viserys has somehow found herself entangled with the war between the 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 and the 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧'𝐬 after saving, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧.
𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 �...
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(tw// sensitive topics and contexts will appear near the end of this chapter; feel free to skip over it and proceed with caution.)
⸻ Astraea Lily Targaryen
I laughed.
I laughed at myself for expecting a mother who would welcome me in her arms—I guess that fantasy no longer serves me well enough to give its power to make it a reality.
"You're delusional, if you even ought to think, that I will willingly bend my knee and take the hand of a stranger—just for you and your group of cowards to gain more allies fighting my sister, who happens to be the rightful heir to the throne instead of my brother. You know I'm right."
My mother's eyes were still staring at me as if she had created something diabolical. "You have your father's eyes, Astraea. I see him every time I look at you, and it's sickening."
"That's it?"
"I don't follow." She replies while her right-hand rests on her stomach.
"I understand that your father, my grandsire, couldn't reciprocate the love you deserve, Mama, but did I deserve that too? I've punished myself long enough for my father's mistakes because of what he has put you through. I may not remember much about my past, but I've seen enough to understand how he has dug himself into your innocence, eating it out of his hunger."
My mother and I are like dogs.
We bark at each other's throats, fighting a never-ending war that was brought upon our hands, carrying the weight society was solely responsible for.
"Do your duty as I have and bear children for your husband. Get some rest; tomorrow will be a long day."
Was all she said before leaving my chamber.
♕
"Astraea."
"Otto."
"I've heard you to be wed to Jason Lannister?"
"And I've heard you've been replaced by my mother's bodyguard, who's also the royal guard and somehow became the hand to the king. My brother couldn't be more pathetic. Jason Lannister—" I was on my way to check on Viresecentia when I heard a voice from behind.
"Jason Lannister is an arrogant prick. He did ask for Rhaenyra's hand once, but that only led to her and Viserys arguing. It was Aegon's Second name day—anyway, I should be going as my journey is long. Farewell Astraea."
"Farewell, Otto."
I never had the guts to call him grandsire. I couldn't bring myself to do so.
