❝ king of my heart,
body and soul. ❞
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
━━━━ ❮ IF YOU told jace that
love came with a price, he would've
laughed at you and shook his head.
but when his eyes found eudora's
once more, he'll have to second guess
his laugh.
❏ jacaerys v...
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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ NOTHING MATTERS ❛ i put my heart inside your palms my home in your arms now we know nothing matters nothing matters ❜
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THE BLACKS.
When Aegon III arrived at Dragonstone with only a wounded dragon, Rhaenyra's heart sank.
"Attacked– we were attacked," Aegon III tried to spit out, frantic as he clung onto his mother. "Viserys– I don't– I don't know if he–"
"It's alright," Rhaenyra tried to reassure her son, brushing through his silver hair. "It's alright– I'm here."
She was a mother, she couldn't allow her son to see her cry. So there she sat, cradling her boy as she held back the tears. If The Greens haven't taken enough from her, what more will they steal?
It wasn't a moment too soon that she called a council meeting— she had a land army, the Velaryon fleet, dragonriders. She just needed a plan. The council gathered in the cold, echoing chamber of Dragonstone. The smell of salt and smoke from the distant fire filled the air as the lords and ladies loyal to the Queen took their places. Rhaenyra sat at the head of the table, her face pale but unyielding. Her son, Jace, stood close to her, his wife only at arm's reach away from him.
