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"The thread weaves, but it does not always bind. Sometimes, it frays, and other times it strengthens."
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Naerys wandered quietly through the shadowed halls of the Red Keep, her pale-blue gown trailing behind her like the soft ripples of a calm sea. The delicate fabric shimmered faintly in the dim light that slipped through narrow windows, casting shifting patterns across the stone floors. Her hair, styled in a half braid, framed her face, the soft waves cascading down her back and catching the faint glow of the light. A subtle draft moved through the corridors, cool against her skin and carrying the damp scent of approaching rain. Outside, the sky hung heavy and gray, clouds swollen with the weight of a storm that had yet to break.
A week had passed since Rhaenyra and her family had departed, but their absence lingered like a shadow, clinging to every corner of the castle. Naerys felt it keenly. The halls, so often filled with Luke's bright laughter or Jace's steady warmth, now seemed hollow and lifeless. She missed Rhaenyra's embraces-the rare moments of genuine affection that made her feel seen in a way few others did. Even little Joffrey, whom she had barely known, left an ache in her heart, his absence a quiet reminder of how quickly things could change.
The silence of the Keep mirrored the weight in her chest, a sadness she couldn't quite name. Perhaps it was the weather, or perhaps it was something deeper. She had barely seen Aemond today, caught up in lessons and duties that had stolen him away. Helaena had retreated into her own world, lost in embroidery and the quiet companionship of her insects. And Aegon...well, their interactions had been strained since that awkward breakfast a week ago. The easy conversations they once shared had grown hesitant and stilted. She wasn't angry anymore, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. Was he still upset? She didn't know how to close the distance between them. Surely, he had more important things to do than spend time with her.
As she rounded the corner, Naerys was jolted out of her thoughts. She walked straight into someone, the collision causing her to stumble slightly. A startled breath escaped her as she looked up.
"Watch where you're-" The voice was loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet like the crack of a whip. Naerys froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Her wide eyes met Aegon's, and the harshness in his voice softened the instant he saw her.
"Naerys," he said, his tone quieter now, laced with an awkward hesitation. His brow furrowed in surprise, and he took a small, unintentional step back, clearly caught off guard by the encounter.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, heat creeping up her neck as her cheeks flushed. Her hands instinctively clasped in front of her, fingers twisting the fabric of her gown as she looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze.
The moment stretched between them, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Naerys hesitated, feeling the familiar sense of distance between them, that uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. Her heart beat faster in her chest, as though it could be heard in the stillness of the hall.
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The Blue Princess ☆☽ Aemond Targaryen
Fanfiction"Blue flowers bloom in the garden, fragile petals in the breeze, A butterfly dances, unaware of the storm that's coming. Blood will spill in shadows, where laughter fades to cries, The butterfly's wings are clipped, as the blue flower dies."
