Fire and Blood | A.Targaryen

Sunset Blues

Warnings - mentioned war, grief, mentioned death, major character death, digging nails into palm, mentions of scars, mentions of wounds, mourning, mentioned conflict, conflict

A/n -  Hello everyone!! That concludes Season 1 of HOTD, Love Is A War - Fire and Blood. I know there's been lack of consistently in my writing let alone updates, but I'm trying to catch up as of right now so expect a new one to be posted soon, Love Is A War - The Dancing Crowns, which will of course be the long awaited season 2. Links to the next set of works can be found by using the HOTD-MASTER-LIST at the top or just wait to be notified when I post it. Also let me know if you'd like me to do a short piece of where Y/n goes and confronts Aemond about killing Luke or not. All comments and votes are greatly appreciated. Lots of love D.R.B

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It was early when I was awoken. A flurry of maids rushed through, I could hear hot water thump against the bottom of the brass tub, the smell of sweet soaps of perfumes permeated the humid air. "Good morning," they all stopped and dipped their heads at the sight head that peaked from beneath the covers. Hair no doubt wild. "Your presence is required in the war room."

I groaned and fell back onto my pillows.

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The room was loud as I walked in, guards and council members who walked past bowed their heads. I looked around the room noticing Jace and Luke stood at the head of the table where my father usually was. Rhaenyra sat off to the side watching all the men chatter with war plans and what nots.

I took quick steps to stand beside Jace, who smiled at me graciously before his eyes moved once again to look at the table then to his mother. It was crowded. Suffocating. The fire was hot in my throat and sweat prickled on my skin, my dress sat tight, my hair dropped down my back as it tickled softly.

"The Lord of The Tides," everyone stopped simultaneously turning to look at the entrance way, "Lord Corlys Velaryon..." I jumped as his cane hit the floor with emphasis. I looked at him and Rhaenys, both wore grim expressions. "...and his wife the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen." Baela and Rhaena followed behind. I nodded to Baela who nodded back, shortly and stiff.

No one spoke, just like yesterday an unsettling silence reared its head. Not even breath was heard. Corlys and Rhaenys stopped infant of Rhaenyra as my sisters walked towards us. I moved aside to let Baela stand next to her betrothed to which she smiled happily. Rhaena stopped to squeeze my hand as she stood next to Luke. A small buzz of excitement washed over me at the sight of my grand-sire, but it stung seeing him injured as such.

"My Lords."

"Lord Corlys," Rhaenyrs called out to him. "It brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again."

"I'm very sorry about your father, Princess," no one dared to correct him, "He was a good man." Corlys turned and surveyed the room careful not to keep his eyes on one person for too long. I dipped my head slightly when his eyes shifted to me. "Where is Daemon?'

"There were other concerns which demanded the prince's attention. Rhaenyra stared forward as Corlys 'hummed' in a disapproving manner before he began to shuffle forward, cane slamming on the ground, echoing in the too full room.

"Your declared allies?" He stared at the war table before him. His brow was creased at the lack of houses. His fingers brush gently across his chin as he thought.

"Yes." Rhaenyra's words were sharp as she moved to stand next to him. Only to fall short as he turned to stare at her.

'Too few to win a war for the throne."