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 III: Chapter three
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No matter how hard we try to keep it contained, eventually, it will overflow. I would rather die than let the truth reveal itself, but in the end, my blood will spill and expose the truth to the world. Life and death are such fickle things, aren't they? The only way to overcome them is to let the truth spill out and become a part of it.
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Aelora sat in a corner of the room, her voice trembling as she spoke. "He's going to die soon, I know it, and I hate that I can't do anything about it." She had been rambling for what felt like forever, picking at the skin on her lips, digging her nails into her palms, and rubbing her sore wrists. She nervously awaited her turn to speak with her mother. Since her return to Dragonstone, everyone had been on edge. However, Hellfyre seemed to have adjusted well, resuming his normal eating habits and ceasing his mournful roaring.
"Lor, are you alright?" Benjicot asked, his voice filled with concern. He observed her closely, noting her anxious behavior and the marks on her wrists from the chains that had once bound her. He understood why she had put herself through such torment, but it didn't make it any easier to accept. He knew she sought clarity, a way to keep herself from going mad. Without it, she wouldn't have been able to provide them with the crucial information Aegon had shared with her.
Aelora had confided that Aegon wouldn't change his plans, knowing that any deviation would cost him his allies and the throne. Benjicot could tell she was telling the truth; her voice had cracked with genuine emotion. Aelora had willingly put herself in that position, not just for the sake of her family but also to understand the harsh realities of the world of the Hightowers. Despite the immense pressure, she had never truly wavered in her loyalty. Even when she thought she had lost her way, her mind remained focused on one thing: her family, the family she desperately wanted to know more about.
Benjicot knelt beside her, gently taking her hands in his. "You did what you had to, Lor. You were brave, and you brought us invaluable information. We're going to make things right."
Aelora looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination. "I just want this to end. I want us to be safe, for all of this to be over."
"We will find a way," Benjicot reassured her, his voice firm. "With the knowledge you've brought back, we can plan our next move. We will protect our family and our home."
Aelora nodded, drawing strength from his words. She knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but she was ready to face them. Her ordeal had only strengthened her resolve.
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As time passed the two sat together in the dimly lit room, the door creaked open, and Baela entered. She wore an expression of determination and concern.
