𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 8

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The unexpected news was received with shock by all the royal children. And every single one of them digested them in their own way.

Helaena remained composed, lost in her myriad of introverted reactions. Overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions insisting on staying bottled up inside her, creating a storm that others couldn't see but was all too present for her. The truth was that, like all ladies, she knew her fate was to marry. And, as a princess of House Targaryen, she had been aware that the chances of her husband being her own brother were quite high. But marrying Aegon was probably her worst nightmare.

Marrying her to him. He, who thought she was strange, who mocked her, and who loved another. Or would love another in the very near future. Helaena was condemned to this life, the life of a wife neglected by a husband who would rather choke on wine than marry her.

Still, she remained composed, choosing to play with the spider that made her arm its play yard.

Not far from her, Aemond wished he had a dragon to burn everyone present in that garden. Perhaps everyone beyond the gates too. It was his name day, and once again, all the attention was on everyone but him.

Aegon and Helaena were promised to each other, and his dear twin sister was not only betrothed but had also been crowned by the sire of those bastards who mocked him day and night as if they were even close to his level. Besides this ruined his plan. His plan to convince his parents and his grandsire to give Rhaenys to him. For love? No. Not at all. Only to see the look on his older brother's face when he realized he had lost Rhaenys to him. To see Aegon's disheartened and crushed look, knowing how miserable his life would be watching Aemond sire Rhaenys' children. Yes, he was aware of how many moons it would take, but Aemond was willing to wait.

Just to rub his victory in that fool's face.

And they ruined.

As for Aegon, the prince kept on drinking every drop of wine he could find, trying to drown all his sorrows. How was it possible? Could his parents hate him that much? Could his own family be so determined to see him on the ground, deprived of all forms of love, and laugh at him? Was he a jester in their eyes?

On second thought, it did seem like a jest. It seemed like a conspiracy against him. As if everyone hated him and intentionally ruined his life. His day.

A day that had started off well.

With Aegon waking Rhaenys and presenting her with the most beautiful necklace he had sent Ser Erryk to find. And the fact that the knight had returned with a message from the infamous Jeyne, that Rhaenys' talked about so much, only added more sparkle to her lilac eyes.

With her being crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty, which Aegon found completely fitting. Queen of Love as it was what his sister's heart overflowed with. And Queen of Beauty as she would become the most beautiful woman to have ever graced, not only the Seven Kingdoms, but the entire world. It was obvious to Aegon and to anyone with common sense and functioning eyes.

And now, not only were his parents marrying him off to Helaena, whom Aegon couldn't stand, they were also marrying off Rhaenys. Marrying her to a Stark. Sending her off close to the Wildlings.

Was this a jest?! Was this a way to torment him yet another time?!

The alcohol in the eldest prince's blood screamed. Were Sunfyre large enough to bear them both, he would take Rhaenys' hand and fly away with her. To a place near a beach in Essos, where they could spend hours lying in the sand, side by side, staring at nothing, with no need to speak words to understand each other. With Sunfyre and any dragon she could bond with in the background, flying, or even playing.

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