Queen of Blue Roses | GoT

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"Nicoletta Baratheon is not fit to the throne!" Male voice boomed inside the throne room, others quickly followed, screaming accusations on their queen. Varys was looking helpless at them, their anger boiling now. Ever since one of the maids tell what happened inside the palace, people started to protest against Nicoletta's fit to rule. Some were unsure if it's safe to have her on throne, saying she may be more mad than Targaryens. "Lords, please take your seats. Queen will be here shortly." Tyrion asked, trying to calm them down, but all he got was even more screaming. 

Doors swang open and Nicoletta swiftly walked inside, her blood red dress following her like fire. Crown of red roses was braided into her hair, gold necklace with Targaryen and Baratheon symbols on her neck. Man moved out of her way, as she walked to the throne, some didn't dare to look up at her. When she sat down, she raised her hand and guards closed the doors. Leaving them all alone. "I will not threaten you, nor punish you for all those accusations. I understand that many of you have been in alliances with Tully's for years, but you have not heard what has happened that day. That gives you no right to speak nonsenses about my fit to role of a queen." 

Her gaze traveled from one lord to another, some looking down in shame. She narrowed her eyes, when she spotted her mother in the room, her lips in thin line. "Lady Stark accused my future husband of being child of rape," Gasps sounded in room, lords looking with unbeliving eyes at young woman. "Even so, the news of late king Rhaegar and queen Lyanna marriage, was released almost twenty days ago. I will not tolerate that sort of behavior. Lady Stark should be glad and thankfull, that she was not sentensed to death by beheading." She stood and slowly walked down the stairs. "It is everything I wanted to sort with you. You are dismissed."

Not looking back, she walked out to the gardens, Tyrion calling after her. She hid behind one of the trees, horizon was beautiful from that place. She remembered comming here when she was younger, her uncle by her side. Now she was almost at war with him, he wanted throne he couldn't have. She sighed and leanded on her hands. It was harder than she expected. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown." She turned, her mother was looking straight at her, golden hair on her shoulders. "Even if it's made from roses." Nicoletta could feel cold water streaming down her body. Fear paralysed her, her eyes never left her mother's posture. "I didn't expected you to come to the gathering. What happened? Finished mourning your bastards?" She turned and looked over at city. "Your father was a fool, beliving you will do well for our community." 

Fighting want to roll her eyes, Nicoletta crossed her arms instead and nodded, sacrastic smirk on her lips. "Why am I not surprised, that it comes from your lips?" She asked, raising one eyebrow. "We both know it, sooner or later, you'll start being aware of it."

She was in room full of drinking, dancing and laughing people. Not knowing where she was, she started to look for someone familiar, but with surprise and confusion, discovered that no one who she knew was here. One of women took her hand and dragged her to the middle of the hall, where people were dancing. She was in some lord arms, before she could even protest. Turning around she noticed familiar looking woman. Long dark hair were a little messed, end of dress was in mud, but neverless the woman was happy and laughing.

"Lyanna!" She was pushed a little and tall man walked past her to woman. Nicoletta's eyes widened when she recognised Eddard Stark. "Ned, dear brother, live today! Fight tomorrow! Never mourn!" Lyanna screamed to her brother, wrapping her arms around him. "Lya, we need to leave at dawn. Father wants us in Winterfell." She frowned, but nodded, her hand going to er stomach, but her brother didn't notice that. Nicoletta did. That was Lyanna Stark, Aegon's mother. "Rhaegar is there, he wants to talk to you. Robert will be occupited." She nodded and smiled thankfully.

"It was tragic love." 

Nicoletta turned and saw beautiful woman, with silver hair and purple eyes, crown on her head. "They were so in love, but people couldn't accept that, my own husband couldn't accept our son's happiness. It is tragic to love and not being accepted, Nicoletta." Woman said to her and smiled sadly. "May you and my grandson, not share their fate." She leanded and kissed her temple, soft smile on her lips now. "And remember, to be a dragon is easy, to became one is harder."

"For the watch."

"For the watch."

She blinked into reality, her vision fogged. When she finally saw something it was snow. A lot of it, everywhere. She stood and with surprise saw giant wall of ice before her eyes. Moving forward, she walked out of shadows and saw people around gathered around something. She pushed past them, but they didn't seem to notice her at all. 

"For the watch."

With horror in her eyes, she saw Aegon, lying there on snow, slowly bleeding out form all wounds in his body. She fell on her knees, tears streaming down her face feeling like fire. She sobbed and shook her head. "No, no, no. That's not real, no! It can't be!"

"It could have been. But isn't, you saved him." She looked up and saw Lyanna Stark in white dress and crown of red roses on her head. "You saved my son, for what I am thankfull, both of us are." From shadows, another figure approached them. She recognised the man from paintings in dungedons. It was Rhaegar Targaryen. "My son is the only way to save Westeros. My sister doesn't understand it, but she would in time. Don't fight her, bloody rose."

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