It is said that when the gods threw a coin at the birth of the last son of Viserys I, it mysteriously went to join that of the second daughter of the king, Maela.
The world knew the story of these two dragons who felt the strongest love for each ot...
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SOMEONE KNOCKED AT HER DOORS. Looking up at all the scrolls in front of her, Maela saw Jarad open the large carved wooden panels, letting her mother in.
Something was not right.
With her hands pressed in front of her, Alicent advanced with the mine clenched, as if the slaughter had fallen on her head. Her brown eyes never crossed her daughter's lost gaze, so much it hurt her to think why she was here.
— Mother, is something wrong ?
Alicent did not answer, instead, she rushed to the side of her first little princess, the girl she had so hoped for after Aegon, pulling her from her chair to hug her in a tight hug. Maela froze under the shock, before passing her arms around her mother, hesitant.
The Queen passed her hands in her daughter's long hair, this snow-white hair, more sparkling than the others, made beautiful undulations that she did when she was still a child. The same hair she wouldn't see for a long time.
And suddenly, Alicent saw herself regretting them.
— You will soon be married, Maela.
Married... the last time they talked about marriage, it wasn't in the best conditions. Then he came with all these promises with Daeron, the fact that he refused for her to be united with Aegon.
And suddenly, Maela thought getting married would be great.
Their parents had finally decided to allow them to love each other fully. When Alicent detached, her hands on her shoulders covered with the Targaryen, she saw this expression of joy, a glow that would break her heart when she made her disappear. Why was the world so cruel to her, why did her first princess have to suffer such a fate ?
— With Daeron ?
— No...
Maela's faint candid smile evaporated like a cloud of smoke in the air. If it wasn't Daeron...
— Aemond ? she asked with bitterness but hope.
— I'm so sorry, my daughter... I tried to protect you, your grandfather too, but nothing could take that away from him.
