Housofthedragon storie

She never got to marry him. She never even got to lose him properly, not really, because Jace never leaves. Every disrespect, every small cruelty, every quiet unkindness gets measured against a boy who died before he could ever disappoint her. A Baela Targaryen one-shot about grief, memory, and the impossible standard of the dead.

"It was your name I whispered as I lay on the battlefield. It was your face I saw when I closed my eyes. And your presence I wanted to return to. Not because of your title, or your name or your house, but because I love you. And that's what gave me enough strength to come back." In the last peaceful years of House Targaryen, Alaena, the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, grows up in the glittering but dangerous world of the court of King's Landing. A quiet observer in the midst of power games, expectations and age-old traditions, she slowly begins to find her own way. When House Targaryen joins forces with the old, proud House Blackwood through Alaena's marriage to Willem Blackwood, it initially seems like a wise political decision. But behind the walls and courtly duties, there is something real between the two; Trust, affection and a quiet cohesion that even court intrigue cannot destroy. But while Westeros is still in a deceptive state of peace, shadows are casting across the sky. The Dance of the Dragons is imminent and Alaena will have to decide what she wants to fight for.