𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ||Aegon Targaryen||

16. „Aegon..."

__________________________________

Rhaenyra walked the halls alone, two guards trailing silently behind her. Her hands were clasped in front of her, gently patting her stomach as she moved forward with a deliberate pace. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the stone walls, creating an almost haunting ambiance. She was lost in thought, contemplating how to break the news to her daughter. This was going to be hard for Alysanne; she could hardly agree with Cregan, let alone her uncle. But Rhaenyra knew it had to be done. She didn't want to marry Alysanne's father, but duty demanded it.

Each step felt heavier for Rhaenyra. Her baby, her firstborn, her only daughter. Rhaenyra loved her children more than anything and would gladly give her life for them. The walls were lined with grand portraits of past rulers, their stern faces watching over the decorated corridors of the Red Keep. Tapestries depicting historical battles and legendary dragons adorned the walls, adding to the castle's rich history. Maids passed by, their heads bowed in respect, acknowledging Rhaenyra's status as a princess and soon-to-be queen. She was known throughout the realm as the Realm's Delight, a title earned in childhood when songs and stories celebrated her beauty and grace.

Eventually, she found herself in front of a large, ornate wooden door. Ser Harold stood guard, his stance vigilant and his gaze thoughtful. Rhaenyra approached with a sigh, feeling the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her shoulders.

"Ser Harold," she said, her voice steady as she toyed imperceptibly with the ring on her finger. The two guards halted behind her, exchanging knowing glances with Ser Harold.

"Princess?" Ser Harold responded, his eyes catching her fidgeting with the ring. Rhaenyra stopped and cleared her throat, trying to compose herself.

"Is Alysanne there?" she asked, lifting her head. No matter how much it hurt, she had to tell her daughter. Every mother knows what's best for her child.

"She's there, Princess. I must tell you, she didn't sleep all night," Ser Harold said, concern evident in his voice. Rhaenyra's heart skipped a beat. Cregan had told her everything was fine; how could this be?

"Wasn't Cregan with her?" Rhaenyra asked, worry creeping into her voice as she glanced around the corridor, her eyes searching for answers.

"He was, he assured me, Your Highness," replied Ser Harold. Rhaenyra nodded, her mind racing with questions, and Ser Harold opened the door for her.

When Rhaenyra entered the room, she was struck by the realization. A cold wave of wind hit her face, and in front of her sat Alysanne by the window. Looking at King's Landing. Her hands were around her knees as she looked at the king's landing.

„Alysanne?" Rhaenyra asked quietly and began to move closer to her daughter.

"Mother?"  She asked Alysanne when she heard a familiar voice, and when she saw her mother.
Alysanne got up and ran to her mother, who was waiting for her with open arms.

Alysanne hugged her mother around the waist, at which Rhaenyra smiled, and patted her daughter on the head.

"Are you okay?" Rhaenyra asked, and Alysanne moved away.

"I'm, mom, why?" Alysanne asked her.

"You haven't slept all night," Rhaenyra said with a slight smile, to which Alysanne touched her forehead.

"I'll kill him." She whispered, not believing.

"Alysanne, you need to sleep." her mother told her, warning her.

"I will," said Alysanne with a sigh.

Alysanne wanted to sleep, but she couldn't. She was afraid that the same thing would happen if she slept, that someone would need her, and she would sleep and not be there for them.