in which rhaelle targaryen finds solace in a certain dark haired prince in order to escape her estranged family- and her own mind.
act i.
fem!oc x jacaerys velaryon
act ii.
fem!oc x jacaerys velaryon x baela targaryen
started: august 11, 2024
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"Seven Hells!" A harsh voice awoke Princess Rhaelle from her sleep. Rhaelle squinted her eyes to try and make out the figure standing above her.
The youngest Princess sat up against her pillows and the person was finally revealed. It was Aegon.
"Aegon, what are you doing here?" Her soft and groggy voice made Aegon sigh.
"Rhaelle, you have to listen to me." Aegon sat on her bed, looking oddly serious. "Father is dead. And the Council plans to subside Rhaenyra's claim."
Rhaelle furrowed her brows. "What?"
Aegon groaned and stood from her side. "They plan to make me King!"
That snapped Rhaelle to reality quickly. She jumped from the bed and looked at Aegon, concernedly. "Why are you dressed that way?"
She noticed his dark cloak and his clothes, they were of high quality like he was used to.
He leaned close to her ear. "I will not be King."
Rhaelle looked at him with wide eyes. "You're leaving?"
"Come with me." He grabbed one of her chilled hands. His own were shaking and afraid.
"And go where, Aegon?" Rhaelle replied, breathlessly. "Rhaenyra won't accept you after what you did last night."
"Well uh- uh, we'll... take a ship and get as far away from here as we can." Aegon stammered.
A moment of silence fell between them, the two siblings knew they weren't going to get away without struggle. The idea of leaving King's Landing was always in the back of her mind, nagging at her. Some days, she wished she was born into any other family,
"Alright, allow me to get dressed." Aegon nodded and stepped away from his sister. Rhaelle walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out the old black cloak from the back of the wardrobe. It was from years prior, when she was taken down into the streets by Aegon.
Rhaelle wrapped the cloak around herself and looked back at Aegon. "What about Helaena? Mother? Aemond?" Rhaelle's thoughts had begun spilling from her lips without approval. "Will we leave them behind?"
Aegon stared back at his youngest sibling, his stare hopeful and desperate. His expressions spoke more words than he, and Rhaelle began to understand.
