Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [Aegon Targaryen]

EPILOGUE

Sarella Targaryen-Martell never made it to Sunspear. Somewhere in the woods in the Reach, an arrow was fired from atop a tree and into her back. It was never known who fired the arrow, or who hired them. But no other in her small group were injured or killed. Only her.

She made no sound. She only looked down at the arrow protruding from her chest, and gaped.

The arrow pierced her lungs, and blood began to pour from her lips. Jayne and Lena, riding beside her, screamed for their princess, their queen. They had no medical supplies, no maester. They could do nothing. She fell from her horse and hit the hard dirt road, a pained scream ripping from her throat.

She died within twenty minutes as blood filled her lungs. Her last thoughts were of her family. Of her children, of her sisters- Jayne, Lena, Visenya. She thought of her husband. Of Aegon.

Aegon. The man she hated for so many years of her life. The man who fought beside her and saved her life more than once. The man she loved.

It had been a strange thing, falling in love. Even after all of the places she had been, everyone she had met. It was still the strangest thing, to care so much for one person.

To love the man she had hated so much. To love anyone at all that was not family. To wish to be with someone beyond just sleeping with them. The feeling, pure euphoria at times, was spectacular.

She would not have changed it for the world. She would not have changed it, even in her dying moments. Even if it would have saved her life.

She only had one regret. Only one, in her entire lifetime. That regret was leaving her family so early in her life, and letting her children grow up without their mother. She blamed herself for taking such a foolish risk, even in her last moments.

The only thing she could hear were her sisters weeping. Even Jayne, ever stony and professional, wept. Lena, her sister and faithful handmaiden, wept. The others stood around, some cheeks wet with tears and some standing with their eyes closed. Not wishing to see the sight before them. Not wishing to see their queen in such pain.

As she took her last breath and died, a man's name left her lips.

Aegon.