TRIGGER WARNINGS:
BLOOD
THREATENING OF KILLING

129 AC :

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KING'S LANDINGS

Aemond surveyed the grim aftermath, the lifeless body of his nephew and his distraught niece clinging to his wife. He felt a surge of guilt and confusion, unsure of how to react. As he attempted to bend down and offer support, Helaena fiercely pushed him away.

"Don't touch me," Rhaenya's whisper cut through the heavy atmosphere. "You don't deserve shit."

Helaena's inconsolable crying filled the room, echoing the profound loss they had all experienced. Rhaenya, torn between consoling her sister and addressing the horror before them, tried her best to comfort her. However, her attempts to help were met with resistance from both her sister and her own conflicting emotions.

Ignoring Aemond, Rhaenya gently helped Helaena up, guiding her toward the bed. A maid promptly took charge of Jaehaerys's body, ushering it away to attend to the grim task of cleaning the blood. Rhaenya held onto Jaehaera, Maelor's hand in hers, while Helaena wept into her sister's comforting embrace.

Aemond, a silent witness to the tragic scene he had caused, found himself helpless in the face of the anguish that enveloped his family.

In the aftermath, Helaena was escorted to her bedchambers by concerned attendants. Rhaenya, the pillar of strength for her distraught sister, assisted her onto the bed. Placing a washcloth on Helaena's forehead, Rhaenya hoped to bring some relief, but her sister remained inconsolable, turning away from the world.

Maelor, the young son left bewildered by the events, reached out to his mother. Rhaenya, with a heavy heart, gently pulled him away, whispering, "Mama needs time, okay?" The little prince had a frown, he was still not sure what had just happened.

As Rhaenya guided Maelor to his bedchambers, she faced the heart-wrenching task of leaving him in the care of others. A lady entered to take over, but Rhaenya couldn't help looking back at her nephew before quietly closing the door.

The weight of the tragedy pressed heavily on her shoulders as she played with her fingers, walking towards her bedchambers. Lady Elaena, a witness to the unfolding sorrow, intercepted the grieving princess.

"What happened?" Elaena's inquiry hung in the air, capturing the horror on Rhaenya's face.

"A son for a son..." Rhaenya whispered, and Elaena, connecting the dots, gasped in realization. Rhaenya nodded, her steps faltering as she navigated towards her bed.

Her mind overwhelmed, Rhaenya fumbled toward her bed, sinking into its softness. Elaena, following her, cradled little Visenya in her arms. "She's been missing her mommy," Elaena explained, offering a momentary respite from the looming grief.

Rhaenya gazed at her daughter, who slept peacefully, seemingly untouched by the surrounding tragedy. "Does she sleep all day?" Rhaenya's weary voice held a hint of curiosity.

Elaena nodded, "That's all babies do sleep all day."

In sorrow, a profound question weighed on Rhaenya's mind. "If... Visenya was a boy... would they have gone after us..."

The heaviness of uncertainty hung in the air as Elaena hesitated before admitting, "Possibly..."

Rhaenya rubbed her eyes, battling fatigue and grief. "I am so glad you turned out to become a princess," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Placing Visenya into her cradle, Rhaenya looked at Elaena, who sensed the princess's deteriorating state. The bastard girl moved closer, touching Rhaenya's forehead. Her face felt warm, and Elaena sighed, recognizing the onset of sickness.

"Rhaenya, stay in bed. I think you are getting sick again," Elaena urged, genuine concern etched on her face.

Pouting in protest, Rhaenya inquired, "Wait, does that mean I can't hold little Visenya?"

Elaena chuckled, cautioning, "Maybe. We mustn't get her sick, right?"

Rhaenya pouted, her playful demeanor surfacing. "You will look out for her, right?"

Elaena touched her cheek, reassuring the princess. "Yes, do not worry. She is in good hands. Now, princess, get some rest."

The princess nodded, laying her head back on the bed with a heavy sigh. Overwhelmed by the events, she tried not to overthink, knowing that she was already sick.

As her eyes grew heavy, Elaena continued to watch over her, placing a warm washcloth on her forehead, and allowing the princess to succumb to the much-needed sleep.

129 AC :

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KING'S LANDINGS

The next day dawned in an eerie silence, a heavy blanket of grief hanging over the Green family.

Rhaenya, waking up to the stifling smell of alcohol, instinctively covered her nose, but realization struck her when she identified the culprit.

Aegon, her estranged husband and king, stood in her room, a chaotic and drunken mess.

"Aegon, get out!" Rhaenya's voice sliced through the uneasy quiet, the shock evident in her eyes. His unexpected presence rattled her, especially since he had shown no interest in talking to her before.

In the adjoining room, Lady Elaena, tasked with folding clothes, tried to deter the King from entering.

However, Aegon, in his intoxicated state, pushed past her. Elaena discreetly observed the tense encounter, unwilling to make her scrutiny obvious.

Aegon accused Rhaenya without warning, slurring his words as he blamed her for the tragedy. "You planned this, didn't you?" His voice was unclear, but the accusation was direct.

Rhaenya, stunned, couldn't understand why she was being blamed. "What?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "I wouldn't do that. I haven't even spoken to them since I got back!"

Aegon, seemingly enjoying, continued his tirade. "You're closest to the whore and her husband. You planned this to get revenge for what your husband did to little Luke!" His venomous words stung, even though they were slurred.

Rhaenya's glare intensified. "I have nothing to do with this, Aegon."

But Aegon, relentless in his intoxication, persisted. "I want your second child to be killed like my son was."

Her eyes, now clouded with tears, shifted to the ceiling, seeking strength. She looked at him with tears full in her eyes, shaking her head. "No."

"A son for a son, it was only right," Aegon declared, getting up and scrutinizing his sister. He added one final, cutting remark, "No wonder you are the mistake of the family."

As Aegon stumbled out of the room, leaving Rhaenya devastated, as he slammed the door. The princess crawled under her sheets, she wept uncontrollably, shielding herself from the harsh reality of her brother's words.

Elaena, sitting on the bed, brushed Rhaenya's hair, offering a comforting presence. Despite the Princess's reluctance, Elaena remained attentive to her emotional needs.

"I shouldn't be here," Elaena whispered, aware of the possible consequences.

Rhaenya, however, pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you more than anything right now."

The embrace lingered, a sad moment of shared sorrow. Rhaenya's tears soaked Elaena's shoulder as the lady caressed her gently. Eventually, they parted, and Elaena, mindful of her role, placed her hands on Rhaenya's tear-streaked face.

"Look at me," Elaena implored. Rhaenya met her gaze, vulnerable and raw. "You are the Princess. You do whatever you want."

Elaena's words carried an empowering truth, an encouragement to resist the cruel words of Aegon's actions. They shared a moment before Elaena reluctantly left to attend to her duties, promising to return with more fabric for the Princess.

Alone again, Rhaenya couldn't shake off the overwhelming sadness. She pondered why nobody else cared and loved her as Elaena did. Sighing, she watched Elaena depart, staying under her bed sheets, consumed by grief, and praying for a future that wouldn't deliver on Aegon's dark promises.

Daeron, concerned for his sister, entered the room to find her curled up and still weeping. He gently lifted the sheets to check on her, offering silent support in the face of the relentless storm surrounding their lives.

"Rhae?" Daeron asked looking down at his sister, he touched her forehead and she was cold. He knew that she got quite sick and it was clear that it was one of the incidents. "You are freezing!"

He grabbed another washcloth and placed it over her forehead before he helped her sister sit up and he pulled the blanket over her, he looked over his niece. His eyes went back to the crying girl, "Hey, Hey, what happened?"

Rhaenya wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, fidgeting with her ring. "Aegon wants to kill my firstborn son... whenever I have one..."

Daeron, shocked, sat beside her at once, a fierce protectiveness in his eyes. "He won't touch a hair on your child's head," he vowed.

His sister nodded, and a servant promptly arrived, delivering a steaming bowl of soup at Daeron's request. Leaning on Rhaenya, he supported her, and she lifted her arm to welcome his comforting presence.

In a silent understanding, Daeron let Rhaenya release the emotions bottled up within her. The weight of her heartbreak echoed through the room, and he resolved to ease her pain, understanding that it wasn't her fault.

Food, Daeron knew, was a balm for Rhaenya's soul. Aware of her fondness for sweets, he had made sure. Elaena ordered an array of treats for her. The siblings sat quietly together, Daeron continuing to caress Rhaenya's head as a gesture of comfort.

The tranquility was interrupted by the arrival of a cart laden with food for the princess. Rhaenya's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she turned to Daeron.

A swift smile crossed her face, and she eagerly jumped out of bed, grabbing cookies and sweets, her mouth full of delight. "You know me so well," she exclaimed, savoring the familiar flavors.

"Close your mouth!" Daeron laughed, joining her with a handful of treats, the shared moment a brief respite from the surrounding grief.

"I wish we could be like this forever, eating sweets, dancing, and with amazing parties!" Rhaenya mused between bites, her appetite momentarily outshining her sorrow.

Daeron shared her sentiment, cherishing the simplicity of the moment.

"But you will always be my sister," Daeron reassured her, tossing a piece of candy into her mouth with a playful grin. "Can I hold her after you?"

Rhaenya laughed, her joy contagious. "Yes, of course. She would love to meet her uncle."

With excitement, Daeron reached out as Visenya was gently placed into his eager arms. He marveled at the small bundle, expressing his amazement at the miracle of birth.

Visenya, in her innocence, moved her fingers, prompting a tender smile from Rhaenya. The connection between mother and daughter was sincere, a glimmer of light amid darkness.

As Rhaenya enjoyed her soup and Daeron relished the precious moments with his niece, there was a knock on the door. Elaena swiftly attended, revealing Lady Maris entering the room. Curtsying to the twin siblings, she joined them.

Rhaenya welcomed Maris to sit beside them, and the trio engaged in conversation. Maris, anticipating her upcoming wedding with Daeron, expressed her nervousness. Rhaenya, lightening the mood, playfully compared it to her own wedding, a story she teased would require wine cups at the ready.

Daeron, puzzled, questioned, "What happened at your wedding...?"

Rhaenya, realizing her brother's absence at her wedding, began the tale, revealing a distressing truth "Get your wine cups ready because you might need a drink after this." Maris and Daeron exchanged concerned glances, bracing for the unexpected.

The Princess recounted the events of her marriage at a young age, revealing the cruelty she endured. "I was three and ten when I had my wedding. I was a child. My mother wanted me to get this wedding over with and Aemond was 7 and 10..."

The Daring prince cringed his eyes realizing the age difference. Maris held tightly to Daeron's hands, not prepared for what the rest of the story was going to be.

Elaena just slightly eyed how Rhaenya was going to tell this story because she had been there to witness it. The issue.

"Well, I refused to come and was truly not going to show up. I cried, threw a tantrum, and kept people waiting for forty minutes. My mother had Ser Criston Cole fetch me. He threw me over his shoulder while I kicked and screamed."

Daeron's fists clenched as he heard the story. Maris gripped his hands, unprepared for the harrowing tale. Rhaenya continued, detailing her defiance, her mother's intervention, and Ser Criston Cole's forceful actions.

Elaena, who had witnessed it all, silently observed, knowing the distress it caused Rhaenya. "I was there and tried to fight Ser Criston Cole to drop her, but he wouldn't. He kept his grip tight until the Queen gave him the leave.

An unsettling silence filled the room. Daeron, concerned, gently looked at Maris. "You calm me," he murmured. Maris leaned into his touch, seeking comfort. Daeron, ever protective, pressed further, ensuring her well-being hoping this wasn't going to be like her wedding.

Maris, shifted her attention to holding Visenya, offered a supportive smile, witnessing the bond between the siblings. She liked her new group of friends that she was able to make, it was clear that something was comforting.

A gentle knock resonated through the room, diverting everyone's attention. Rhaenya delicately laid her spoon down, lifting her gaze toward the door. Elaena, always attentive, swiftly approached and opened the door, revealing little princess Jaehaera on the other side, her tear-stained face evidence of distress.

Rhaenya's arms instinctively opened wide, offering a haven for the small, trembling girl to run into. Jaehaera, with hesitant steps, approached her aunt, who enveloped her in a comforting embrace. The room held a momentary pause as the young princess sought comfort.

Concern etched across Rhaenya's face as she gently stroked Jaehaera's hair, a protective gesture to offer reassurance. "What happened? Why are you sad?" Rhaenya inquired with a soft, caring tone, her words an invitation for the distressed child to share her troubles.

A/N: I APOLOGIZE FOR TBESE CHAPTERS BEING SHORTTT