𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫

I just Realized after reading my second chapter that I May or Nay not have a comma problem.  #CommaAddict. 

This Second Chapter is such a BITCH TO WRITE!

Im Trying SOOOOO hard to get motivation for my second Chapter. #Unmotivated 

Why TF does Wattpad keep rearranging my  Chapters!

!!!!ATTENTION!!!!
          Should I re-write my entire 'The Red Queen' Serie's.

P.S Im going to be taking a break from writing my F&B/GOT fanfiction and focus on another fanfiction of mine not apart of that universe (REIGN stay tuned)

SNEAK PEAK OF CHAPTER XV OF THE RED QUEEN ━━
          
          
          
          "Come," he urged, quiet and calm. "Let them tend to him. I will stay. I will not leave Aegon's side, you have my word." Alicent's lips parted as though to protest, but his gaze held hers—cold, assured, promising. After a long, trembling breath, she allowed him to take her hand. Only then did Aemond's body turn, though his eye stayed. Cutting toward Robert. He held Robert there with his stare, unblinking, as though measuring every ounce of him, every hidden flaw. A son guarding his mother. 
          
          Before he turned, fully ahead. Handing alicent off to Ser Criston. "Take my mother to her bedchambers," Aemond said, voice low, brooking no refusal. His eye shifted, catching on a serving girl lingering too near the threshold, wide-eyed and nosey. His lips curved in something that was not quite a smile.
          
          "And you—" he drawled, each syllable deliberate, "be of use. Fetch ale, and salt, to calm the dowager queen's nerves. Go."
          
          The girl startled into a hurried curtsy before fleeing down the corridor.
          
          Only when the door closed behind Alicent did Aemond return to the bed. His steps were slow, fancy. The stench of burned flesh pressed heavy in the air, enough to make grown men avert their faces, yet he did not flinch. He came to stand at the foot of the bed where Aegon lay half-naked, his skin raw and sticky, weeping with red and black scars. Aemond set both hands on the carved footboard, leaning forward until the wood creaked beneath his grip.
          
          His gaze never left his brother.

Official chapter of 'The Second bloom' is out, go check it out 

Heads up after I wrap up season 2 of The red queen I will be starting my new book which is a game of thrones book, it's connected with my fanfic though like a thousand years, and some of the characters (canon and my OC's) may or may not be reincarnations  of some characters in my hotd red queen book  stay tuned.

Sneak Peak for chapter XIV (Rookswest)
          
          
          Alicent set her tea down on the saucer after a while, her fingers partially covered in butter from picking the bread and putting butter on it using the butter knife, though putting the pieces of bread in her mouth with her bare hands. She stared at her daughter with those big round brown eyes, her expression worried as it always was.
          
          Helaena started scratching the side of her teacup, chipping the paint off. Alicent inhaled sharply and began, “Ser Criston and the troops are heading out in nine days' time. To Rosby, to Rook’s Rest. I thought we might light a candle for their safe return.”
          
          Helaena didn’t seem to be listening. Alicent sighed and gazed down at her coffee until—
          
          “I was happy before I was queen,” Helaena said, finally looking her mother in the eyes.
          
          That caught Alicent off guard—a fleeting feeling in her chest. Helaena spoke, and her words, her quiet confession, struck deep. Alicent understood. She agreed. She related wholeheartedly.
          
          Almost reductively, Alicent started nodding.
          
          “As was I.”