𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━
in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life.
or
in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband'...
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ACT THREE. chapter twenty. rook's rest
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The storm hadn't broken yet, but the clouds hung like bruises over the towers of Dragonstone, pressing low, heavy with the promise of rain and ruin.
In the high chamber overlooking Blackwater Bay, two figures stood in quiet tension.
Princess Rhaella faced the darkening sea, her arms crossed beneath her breastplate, the black leather polished to a gleam. Her hair, silver as starlight, had been braided tightly down her back, ready for battle. She looked like a blade drawn but not yet swung.
Behind her, Queen Maegora sat in her mother's old chair, straight-backed and unbending. She wore a gown of black velvet slashed with crimson.
Neither spoke for a long time.
The only sound was the wind scratching at the shutters, and the distant breath of dragons in the stables below.
Finally, the Queen of Devuniean broke the silence.
"You shouldn't go."
Rhaella didn't turn. "If I don't, Rook's Rest falls. And if Rook's Rest falls, Staunton's gates open the road to Duskendale. Then Maidenpool. Then slowly Dragonstone."
"You think I don't know war?" Maegora asked. "I was raised in it. Born in fire. You taught me to count the dead with my fingers still bloodied from the last siege. But you are not expendable, Mother."
