𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 || 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂

𝐗𝐕𝐈. 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝒯𝑜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓉

❤ || 𝒰𝓃𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓎 || ❤

[Season Two, Episode Five;  Regent ]

{CHAPTER SIXTEEN; Journey To The Past}

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In Kings Landing, chaos was reeked. Everyone thought it was a curse for The Greens to roll a dragon's head throughout the street. As Francesca watched the Kingsguard return from their battle at Rooks Rest, she couldn't help but look out for Marilla, desperately wanting to see her.

Francesca's heart dropped as she didn't see Marilla return. She gasped after she saw all the armor left over from the knights that passed. Then she recognized it, she recognized Marilla's. 

She left a heart-shaped mark on Marilla's armor, wishing her love and life. She clenched her hand to her chest.

Then suddenly, a person tugged her shoulder from behind. She turned her head to see who it was. It was Aemond.

"Aemond." Francesca let out an exasperated sigh of relief and hugged him. His hand stroked her hair. "My girl." He muttered. 

She looked up at him, and he looked down at her, his hands on her face. "I was worried... I thought you..." Francesca was saying, then Aemond placed his finger over her lips. "Died?" He lightly chuckled.

"Yes." She sighed in relief. He grinned lightly, then hugged her again, burying her face in his chest. "It's okay. I'm here."

Francesca smiled, plastering her feelings of concern about Marilla on her face. She wanted to run out of the red keep, into the streets, and hold her armor, clutching it in her chest.

Francesca pulled away, looked down below at the red keep, and saw a long box. "Aemond, what's that?" Her voice shakily asked, walking to the balcony railing she was on. He sighed and walked right next to her.

"Aegon," he muttered. Francesca gasped and stepped back, surprised at his answer and not expecting that it was Aegon. "Oh my god," she gasped again. Francesca grabbed Aemond's arms. "What happened?"

Aemond sighed, looked down at her, and then looked off into Kings Landing. "Well, let's just say. He got what he deserved for the other night." He referenced the night that Aegon came and visited Francesca in her chambers. 

Francesca's eyes widened, and she dropped his arms and stepped back. "You didn't." She denied. He stepped towards her and nodded. Aemond grabbed her arms and tugged her towards him, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Francesca, he was ruling our kingdoms into the ground. He is a horrible person." Aemond whispered. She looked around to make sure nobody was around. "How'd you do it?" She asked, whispering.

"Dracarys." He whispered back. Francesca gasped and covered her mouth. "Fuck..." She muttered in shock. She knew Aemond hated his brother but damn... She didn't know he hated him that much.