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 II: Chapter five
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Power resides where people believe it does. People fight for something more than mere games; they fight for their future, their freedom, and for the rightful ruler to sit upon the Iron Throne. But does it matter in the end if the one who sits there is driven solely by the pursuit of power itself?
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"You will die here, your name will die here, your blood, and your family. You will cease to exist. The world is a scary place, and our legacy, our name, makes it bearable for the people to know that we are here," Aelora said to Aegon, the girl now named the Hand of Aegon since Otto had been dismissed from the position. Her voice was calm but carried an unyielding resolve that made Aegon flinch.
Aegon stared at her, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. "You think you can threaten me, Aelora? You think you can make me fear for my legacy?"
Aelora met his gaze steadily, her eyes unwavering. "I am not threatening you, Aegon. I am stating a fact. The people need stability; they need to know their leaders are strong and just. If you falter, if you allow chaos to reign, everything you hold dear will crumble."
Aegon clenched his fists, his knuckles white with tension. "And you think you can prevent that? You think you can save us all?"
Aelora took a step closer, her voice lowering but her words carrying a weight that made Aegon pause. "I believe that together we can make a difference. But you must understand the gravity of your position. You are not just a king; you are the hope of the realm. And hope must be nurtured, not squandered."
Aegon looked away, his jaw tightening. "You speak of hope, but what about power? What about control?"
"Power is a means, not an end," Aelora replied firmly. "Control is necessary, but it must be exercised with wisdom and compassion. Without those, power is just another form of tyranny."
Aegon turned back to her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of weakness. "You truly believe in this, don't you?"
Aelora nodded. "Yes, I do. And I believe that you can be the king the realm needs. But you must rise above petty squabbles and personal vendettas. You must see the bigger picture."
Aegon sighed, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice. "And what if I can't? What if I'm not the king you think I am?"
"Then we will all perish," Aelora said softly, but with a fierce determination. "But I refuse to believe that you will let that happen. I refuse to believe that our legacy will end here, with you."
