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.
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in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband'...
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ACT THREE. chapter twenty-one. ideation
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It had been a day since the sky burned over Rook's Rest.
The scent of smoke still clung faintly to Princess Rhaella's cloak as she crossed the threshold of Dragonstone. Her gait was slow, uneven — not only from the sting of her wounds, but from the weight of memory and mourning that pressed heavily upon her shoulders. Her once-proud armor had been stripped away, and beneath her gown, her left shoulder bore a raw, red burn, swaddled in layers of linen and salve. The Maesters had fussed over her upon her arrival, whispering prayers to the Seven — or the old gods, for all it mattered — as they stitched flesh and poured poultices.
Her dragon, Pryax, rested in the steaming caldera above. He had been magnificent once — golden-scaled and proud — but now he lay curled among the black stones, his breath ragged, his side torn by claw and fire. The dragon Maesters did what they could for him, too, though healing dragons was a craft few truly understood.
But Pryax lived.
And that, at least, was more than they could say for Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was.
The halls of Dragonstone were hushed, the usual bustle of servants stilled to whispers. Mourning hung over the fortress like a thundercloud refusing to break. Black banners were hung over the great windows, fluttering in the sea breeze. The hearths burned low in reverence, as if the very fires mourned the loss of the woman who had once flown above them, fierce and free.
