𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓼 | aemond targaryen

𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷-𝓸𝓵𝓭

At first Rhaenyra didn't recognise her daughter. But one scream could tell her right away that it was indeed her child. She covered her mouth with tears. She was there too. Two of her children in danger.

She cried. She didn't do her most important job as a mother - protect her children.

"Helaena died today." She said simply.

It struck also Raella.

"What?" Alicent gasped "How?"

"She jumped out of the window." Rhaenyra looked away. Raella shook her head as her eyes shut. She was still crying. Now also for her so dear friend.

She noticed ser Alfred Broome. A traitor. He was standing now close to the throne. He was smiling all the time.

A fucking traitor cunt.

Aegon finally shook his head.

"I..."

"Dear brother." She spoke first as she raised her gaze from the ground and a smirk appeared on her lips "I had hoped you were dead."

She squished at the same time Aegon to her. Raella hoped it would be her. Instead she was tightly held by the knight as she tried to get out of his grip and run to her mother as fast as she could.

"After you." Aegon smirked too. They were so alike, at the same tome totally different. At the other sides "You are the elder."

He sighed as he moved his hand. Guards separated forcibly Aegon the younger from his mother. The boy screamed and Rhaenyra also tried to catch his hand at least. When she couldn't she just proudly straightened.

She raised her chin as she looked at her brother with her lips tightly together. You could see that she didn't sleep for a few nights.

But at the same time she was as always the most beautiful, Raella thought. She loved her mother more than anything. She was the one person that always stayed in her life. And loved her unconditionally. Did she knew about Daemons death? How did it hurt her?

A mother and daughter.

Above the gods eye they both lost their husbands.

Tragedies come in two. Or three.

The voice as always needed to remind of itself. It was behind her at the same time as it was everywhere else. Her eyes shut tightly. For a moment she stopped fighting with the guard. She was fighting with herself instead.

She hated it. All. She didn't want to hear anything. She wanted to once again be a child without a care in the world. For her mother to be happy with Daemon.

To once again train with her brothers. To once again hug her mother. To once again hear stories from Viserys. To once again hug her little brothers. To once again love Aemond. To once again sit with Helaena. To once again enjoy the company of her twin, Luke. To once again fight and laugh with Jace. To once again hug Baela. To once again laugh with Rhaena. To once again learn something with Daemon. To once again see Harwin. To once again laugh at Laenor. To once again hug her daughter with her husband.

They were all gone.

She wanted them to come back.

Rhaenyra closed her eyes feeling Sunfyres breath on her. This is it? This was how she died? While her two children watch and can't do a thing? And for the rest of their lives they will feel guilt? How would she be remembered? She opened her eyes with tears, looking again at the beast. She always despised Aegons dragon. Always. From the beginning. But she didn't know yet that it would kill her.