"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean }
That evening at sunset, Valyria donned a black cloak and set off in a ship with Ser Arryk for Dragonstone. Aemond stood on the balcony of their secret star-watching spot and stared out at the sea until her boat sailed into the distance. Eventually, he sighed and made his way to a familiar face's room.
But when he did arrive at Helaena's bedroom, and entered, he saw her hunched over a desk scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. He stood there for a moment, watching, until she growled and snapped the quil from frustration.
Aemond cleared his throat, and she whipped around before settling down.
"Aemond. What are you doing here?" For a moment, he didn't say anything, because perhaps he didn't even know. But, of course, Helaena did.
"Don't trouble yourself. I'm, just penning a letter." He arched his brow and took a few steps closer, taking note of how she adjusted herself so that she stood in front of the letter, guarding it.
"Really? I would've guessed you were strategically abusing your quills." When she looked at him questioningly, he only motioned to the three other broken quills on the floor. She looked guiltily down at her shoes, then grumbled lightly as she moved to the side, allowing him to move forward and pick up the letter.
"DEAR JACAERYS,
I loved you as well, and I see now that yes, we would have been happy. I can see that this war will be a terrible one, and I find myself wishing that everything could go back to how it was. Perhaps, if my father had lived just one more night, your mother would've ascended, and everything would be happier.
But that is simply not how this troublesome world works.
I am writing this letter to let you know that I have been betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark. It has been called The Pack of Ice and Fire. Valyria's daughter will also wed his son, Rickon, and eventually be the Lady of Winterfell.
I assume your mother has betrothed you to Lady Baela, which is very sensible, and that you are now her heir. I do hope you are happy, Jace. I love you, and I always will.
I know you hate me, so I will keep my request short. It is one last, and if you ever truly cared for me, then you will do this small favor for me.
Don't hurt your sister.
With all the love in the world,
Helaena."
Aemond slowly put the paper down, then looked at Helaena with a pitiful and painful expression, which she ignored as she snatched the paper, rolled it up, sealed it, and prepared it for a raven.
