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KING'S LANDING

The Queen's lips formed a silent curse as her gaze hardened on the letter sprawled across the ornate table before her.

Despite the tumult of emotions swirling within her, she resolved not to allow her vexation to overtake her composure. Rhaenya, her steely gaze fixed on the Small Council table, broke the tense silence with a pointed question, "What is she still so furious about? That she can't ascend to the throne?"

Maris, her expression grave, met the Queen's gaze and nodded solemnly. "She'll never forgive you for Aegon's death."

Rhaenya's eyes rolled skyward in exasperation, a scoff escaping her lips as she turned to Ser Robert with a decisive command. "Go find her now."

"As you command, your majesty," Ser Robert swiftly acknowledged, bowing respectfully before exiting the small council chamber.

Baela and Rhaena exchanged concerned glances before turning their attention back to Rhaenya. "What are you planning to do?" they inquired in unison.

Jacaerys' hand remained tightly clasped around his wife's, sensing the weight of her anxiety. "I won't allow anyone to harm our family, especially after all we've endured to secure our place here," Rhaenya asserted, frustration simmering beneath her words.

The lady of Driftmark interjected with a note of caution, her gaze fixed on Rhaenya. "Are you certain this is the right course of action? To end her life?"

Rhaenya met Maris' gaze squarely. "It's an act of treason, putting my children's legitimacy at risk," she stated firmly, her resolve unyielding.

Maris understood the perilous implications of court intrigue resurfacing, a shadow cast over their hard-won stability. "If it's treason, then it's treason," she acknowledged with a measured tone.

A gentle tap on her shoulder drew the Queen's attention, and she looked up to meet her son's gaze with a soft smile. Lucerys sought solace in his mother's reassurance, his eyes wide with apprehension. "It'll be alright, okay?" she murmured, offering him a comforting touch.

Lucerys nodded, finding reassurance in his mother's words as he followed her out of the chamber. Meanwhile, Baela exchanged a knowing glance with Jacaerys, a silent understanding passing between them.

Cregan, caught in the crossfire, attempted to deflect blame. "I didn't do it. I didn't have any children with the Queen." The room's occupants glared in response, disapproving of his words.

Observing the tension, Jacaerys announced his departure. "I'm taking Aerea to her chambers. When you find Cassandra, consult with me before you proceed."

Rhaenya, acknowledging her husband's right to be informed, responded, "Fine."

Baela rolled her eyes, aware of Jacaerys' apparent seriousness.

The Small Council rose as the King departed with his daughter, leaving Rhaenya to heave a sigh. The resolution of the matter now rested in Ser Robert's hands as he set out to find Cassandra.

Turning to Lucerys, Rhaenya softened her gaze. "Let's take you back to your chambers, okay, sweet boy?" She touched his face gently, and the mother and son left the room together.

Elaena and Maris exchanged knowing glances, harboring secrets that Rhaenya and Jacaerys were yet to uncover. As the Small Council resumed their seats, the room pulsated with a sense of impending revelation and decision.

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Prince Jace strode purposefully down the corridor, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his mother's alleged treachery. He barely registered the sounds of footsteps echoing in the empty halls until a voice called out his name, cutting through the silence like a sharp blade. He halted in his tracks, turning to see who it was that called him.

Expecting to see his twin sister, Alysanne, trailing behind him, Jace was surprised to find her standing several paces back, her lips pursed in frustration as she tugged impatiently on his arm.

"Jace, stop being such an annoying bastard!" Alysanne's voice carried a hint of exasperation as she attempted to gain her brother's attention. "Mother wouldn't lie to us!"

But Jace's resolve remained unyielding, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he confronted his sister. "No, she would," he retorted sharply, his tone laced with bitterness. "She'd lie about anything, even if it meant killing her brother to seize the throne. Can't you hear her?"

Alysanne's expression wavered between disbelief and frustration as she listened to her brother's accusations. She knew their mother had sent them to the North as part of a pact between their fathers, but she also understood the weight of her brother's doubts and insecurities.

"You—" Alysanne pointed a trembling finger at Jace's chest, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You're on your own. I thought you were better than this."

With his sister's betrayal ringing in his ears, Jace felt a surge of anger and betrayal course through him. But before he could dwell on his emotions, he was approached by a striking woman whose presence commanded attention.

She was a Baratheon, that much was evident from her regal bearing and the unmistakable sigil adorning her clothing. Jace found himself captivated by her beauty and grace, his curiosity piqued by her sudden appearance.

As she circled him with a predatory grace, Jace couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over him. Her voice was dark and foreboding as she spoke, her words dripping with malice.

"I thought there would be more of you," she mused, her gaze lingering on him with a calculating intensity. "But I suppose they weren't as foolish as you."

Jace's jaw clenched in defiance as he met her gaze head-on, his voice laced with anger and defiance. "I am a prince, the son of King Jacaerys and Queen Rhaenya! This is treason!"

But the woman merely smirked in response, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent as she toyed with a dagger in her hands. She brushed the blade teasingly against his skin, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"What would your parents do, hm?" she taunted, her voice a honeyed whisper. "What about these curls?" Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the golden locks with a cruel delight.

Jace flinched at her touch, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled against the binds that held him captive. His mind raced with thoughts of his family, of his sister, and of the throne that hung precariously in the balance.

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded, his voice tinged with desperation. "Are you trying to seize the throne? Because you won't succeed. My sister is the heir, and I won't let you manipulate me into betraying her."

But the woman only smirked in response, her gaze cold and calculating as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I know what happened in the North," she whispered, her words sending a chill down his spine.

Jace's eyes widened in shock and fear as he realized the depth of her knowledge. His resolve faltered, his hands trembling as he stared helplessly into her eyes.

Meanwhile, Cassandra, reveling in the power she held over the young prince, watched with sadistic glee as he struggled against her grasp. She relished in his suffering, fueled by her sense of betrayal and jealousy.

As Jace's tears mingled with the bloodshot red of his eyes, Cassandra's smirk widened, her grip on the dagger tightening with every passing moment. She was determined to break him, to assert her dominance over the boy who dared to challenge her. And as she watched him crumble before her, she knew that victory was within her grasp.

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Queen Rhaenya gently guided her son Lucerys into his chambers, her expression filled with concern as she crouched down to his level. She smoothed the fabric of her dress before taking his hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "Do not worry," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody amid his turmoil.

Lucerys looked up at his mother, his young face creased with worry as he tried to process the overwhelming amount of information that had been thrust upon him and his siblings. "Can we go see Baelor?" he asked suddenly, his voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Queen Rhaenya's lips as she observed her son's tendency to divert the conversation when faced with discomfort. She nodded in response to his request, turning to one of the ladies who happened to be passing by. "Can we have Prince Baelor brought to the Prince's Chambers?" she requested, her tone gentle yet firm.

The lady nodded in understanding before swiftly departing to fetch the young baby prince. For Rhaenya, being with her children was the only solace amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

The door to the chambers opened, and Baelor toddled in with an endearing eagerness. Upon spotting his mother, he broke into a wide grin and hurried over to her, his chubby arms reaching up towards her. "Uppy!" he exclaimed excitedly, his eyes sparkling with innocence and trust.

Rhaenya's heart swelled with love as she lifted her youngest son into her arms, enveloping him in a warm embrace. She cradled him close, feeling the weight of his small form against her chest as he nestled his head against her shoulder, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Turning her attention to Lucerys, Rhaenya noticed the worry etched in his features as he brushed his brother's hair with gentle fingers. She couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her youngest son, who seemed smaller and more fragile than he should be.

"Baelor, have you been eating well?" Rhaenya asked, her voice tinged with maternal concern as she studied her son's delicate features.

Lucerys looked down at his brother with a mixture of sadness and admiration, his heart heavy with the weight of their family's legacy. "He is lucky... lucky to have such hair and not face the judgment we do," he murmured, his words tinged with a hint of bitterness.

Rhaenya drew Lucerys closer to her, wrapping him in a protective embrace as she kissed his forehead tenderly. "Look at me, Lucerys," she urged her voice firm yet gentle. "You are a Targaryen, the blood of two Targaryens runs through your veins. Never forget that."

Lucerys gazed up at his mother, uncertainty clouding his young eyes as he struggled to find his place in the world. But with his mother's guidance and love, he nodded in understanding, a faint glimmer of determination flickering in his gaze.

He took his mother's hand in his own, drawing strength from her unwavering support as he looked down at his younger brother. Baelor gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes, his tiny hand reaching out to grasp Lucerys' finger. "Why are you sad, Lucerys?" he asked innocently, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Lucerys smiled weakly, his heart aching at the innocence of his brother's question. "I'm not sad, Baelor," he replied softly, his voice filled with a newfound sense of determination. "I'm just... learning to be strong, like our mother."

Rhaenya's heart ached with a mother's love as she held her sons close, her arms wrapped protectively around them. She could feel the weight of her son Lucerys' sorrow pressing against her, his silent tears mirroring her inner anguish. With a heavy sigh, she looked into his eyes, her own brimming with unshed tears.

"Until we find Cassandra, I want you to stay in your chambers, is that understood?" Her voice was gentle yet firm, a mother's command mingled with a touch of sorrow.

Lucerys nodded solemnly, his gaze shifting from his mother to his younger brother Baelor, who clung to her like a lifeline. "Can Baelor stay with me?" he whispered, his voice tinged with a longing for companionship.

Rhaenya's heart clenched at the sight of her sons, their bond as siblings a source of solace amidst the turmoil that surrounded them. She nodded in response to Lucerys' request, her lips forming a tender smile. "How about we bring Aerea along too? It can be you, Baelor, and Aerea."

Lucerys brightened at the suggestion, the prospect of having his siblings by his side offering a glimmer of comfort in the darkness that enveloped them. "Yes, I would like that," he murmured, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"Go to your chambers," Rhaenya instructed gently, her voice filled with maternal warmth. "I will have everyone go there."

With a nod of understanding, Lucerys turned to leave, his small hand clasping tightly onto Lady Elinor's as she offered to escort him. Rhaenya watched them go, her heart heavy with the weight of a mother's worry.

Alone with Baelor now, Rhaenya held her youngest son close, his innocent gaze filled with a child's wonder. "My pretty mommy," he cooed, reaching out to touch the side of her face with chubby fingers.

Rhaenya's heart swelled with love at his words, her worries momentarily forgotten as she basked in the warmth of her son's affection. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering against his soft skin.

"My precious Baelor," she whispered, her voice filled with love and tenderness. "We will get through this together, I promise." And with her son cradled in her arms, Rhaenya felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a mother's love, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded them.

The queen rose from her seat and personally escorted Baelor to his chambers, ensuring he had his nighttime attire for comfort while with his siblings. "Do you want to take anything into Luke's room?" she asked.

Baelor scanned his room and grabbed his stuffed animal before following his mother to his brother's chambers. Despite having just seen his brother, he was still brimming with excitement. "LUKEY!"

Luke, sitting by his bed, greeted his brother with a big smile forming on his face. Rhaenya let the two be, closing the chambers as she went to find Aerea.

Walking along the corridors towards her husband's chambers, Rhaenya searched for her daughter in her chambers. Quietly approaching the room, she passed by Baela, who was heading in her direction.

"Is Jace in his chambers?" Rhaenya asked her friend with a slightly tired look. Baela, concerned for her friend, held Rhaenya's hand and assured her, "He is, but before you go—You are a wonderful mother. Do not think that this is ever your fault."

Rhaenya's eyes softened, and she nodded with a grateful smile. "Thank you, your words are greatly appreciated."

As Baela stepped aside to let Rhaenya pass, her concern for her friend was evident. Baela understood the Queen's vulnerabilities, particularly the weakness that came when she was attacked. She watched Rhaenya walk towards Jacaerys' chambers with a worried gaze.

Upon entering the room and seeing her husband sitting in front of the fire, Rhaenya's voice trembled as she spoke, "Your Majesty..."

Rhaenya never resorted to formality with Jacaerys unless necessary. She curtsied in front of him and reached for his hand, but he withdrew it. Rhaenya's head dropped, and she closed her eyes, admitting, "You have every right to be upset with me..."

Jacaerys didn't meet her gaze, his eyes wandering around the room as if searching for answers. Though he loved her, doubts gnawed at him—was she lying to him about their children? Despite knowing deep down she wasn't, he couldn't shake the uncertainty. Rhaenya pleaded with him, her eyes begging for understanding.

"My love, please—You know the timeline, you know it all," she implored, desperation creeping into her voice. Each word she uttered felt like a stab to her heart; she couldn't bear to lose him. But still, he wouldn't look at her.

As tears welled in the Queen's eyes, her head bowed, hands clutching his knees. Jace's heart ached as he finally looked at her, witnessing her pain. Tenderly, he lifted her chin, cupping her face in his hands. "I know, I know," he murmured.

Her eyes, still brimming with tears, met him as she leaned into his touch, her anguish palpable. With a gentle stroke, he wiped away her tears, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared sorrow. "I just hate how this is starting all over again... like it once did in my childhood," he confessed, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Rhaenya allowed herself to be held by him, her expression softening as she looked into his eyes. With a sigh, she rested her head against him. "You just—We have to stay strong, and then we can cause a scene like Daemon..."

Jace chuckled lightly, pulling her closer to him. Rhaenya nestled her head into his lap, finding solace in his embrace. He tenderly kissed her forehead, comforting her as she stopped crying, his fingers running through her hair.

"All the kids are safe... all in Luke's chambers," Rhaenya reassured him, her voice a soothing balm. She held his hand, gazing at him with gentle eyes. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

She continued the kiss, her hand against his cheek soft and tender. With a soft sigh, she leaned into his embrace. Jace laughed softly, holding her cheeks tightly in his arms, their moment interrupted by the opening door.

It was Lucerys, and Rhaenya stood by Jacaerys as he looked up at his children. "Lucerys, what is it?" the King inquired, concern evident in his voice. Rhaenya rose to her feet, standing beside Jacaerys.

The boy glanced back at his sister, Alysanne, who stepped forward, holding Lucerys's hand. "We can't find, Jace..." Aerea's voice trailed off, her worry palpable as she stood with Alysanne.

Rhaenya's face fell as she looked at her children. "What do you mean your brother isn't here?"

Alysanne met her mother's gaze, sighing softly. "We got into a fight... we said some not-nice things, then we parted ways. I heard that everyone was in Lucerys' chambers, so I came in, thinking that Jace was here." She hesitated before continuing, "He wasn't here."

The Queen's mind raced as she tightly held Jacaerys' hand, fear gripping her heart.

Little princess Rhaenyra piped up, "I saw a girl... with dark brown hair wandering around the castle... but she has never been seen near the castle."

Rhaenya immediately knew and exchanged a worried glance with her husband. She knew exactly where it was—the same room that Visenya was taken to. Was it possible that Cassandra knew? "Stay here, do not move," she commanded sternly, her gaze firm on her children.

As the children hurried into their father's chambers, Rhaenya turned to Jacaerys, who was still seated. The King stood up, standing beside his wife, his eyes filled with hope that they would find their son.

Turning to his guards, the King's voice was stern. "You are my trusted guards, do not let anyone in and keep my children safe here."

Impatience mounting, Rhaenya began pacing, then hurried out of the room. "Rhaenya!"

Finding Maris and Elaena, as well as her guard, Ser Robert, the Queen had them follow her. Maris and Elaena quickly understood what had happened, and Rhaenya wasted no time in leading the way. Her footsteps echoed urgently as they rushed along, her ladies and guard close behind.

They reached the unspoken chambers, and there they found him.

The King arrived behind them, his gasp echoing through the room as he saw his son. Rhaenya swiftly dropped to her knees, moving to untie her son. Prince Jace sat there, unconscious and looking extremely ill.

Struggling with the knots, Rhaenya urged, "Get his head!" She fought back tears, determined to stay strong for her son.

The King rushed to his son's side, cradling his head gently. "Hey, Jace, come on," he urged softly.

Meanwhile, Rhaenya battled with the stubborn knots, her hands shaking. Attempting to use her dagger, she found herself struggling. Then, she felt a hand behind her... a dagger against her neck.

With a forced calm, Rhaenya realized who it was. Cassandra was holding a dagger against her neck. Trying not to panic, Rhaenya compiled as Cassandra made her stand. "Get up."

Rhaenya complied with the command, feeling the sharp edge of the blade against her skin. Her breath grew heavier, hands trembling with fear.

Maris cast a stern gaze at her sister. "Put the knife down."

"No! You know what she did! She stripped every opportunity from our family!" Cassandra snapped back at Maris. "Come near me, and I'll slit her throat."

"Is this all about jealousy and your excuse for marrying an older lord?" Jacaerys snapped, finally getting his son up and assisting him out of the chair. Elaena hurried towards the young prince, cradling him in her arms as she rushed him to bed.

"Mother, I'm sorry," the Prince uttered as the lady-in-waiting swiftly escorted him out of the room. Rhaenya looked at her son with the saddest eyes, knowing she could be dead at any moment.

"I deserved that throne. I deserved happiness with him. I would have given him everything he needed and desired!" Cassandra spat at Jacaerys, her eyes blazing with fury.

The King shook his head. "No. He was an usurper who killed my mother, and you would have suffered as the former Queen Helaena did."

Maris approached her sister, hands hovering over Cassandra's. "Drop the dagger now and end this foolishness! It's over. The past is the past, and you cannot alter what has happened."

Rhaenya could only think at that moment, knowing Cassandra had to hear the truth. "You wouldn't have received any kindness from him, except for the fact that he was the King and you would have been his Queen. My brother abandoned my sister, mother, and me as he fled King's Landing. He stumbled into my own best friend's chambers while he was drunk, and committed many more transgressions. If you think you would have had a charmed life as queen... you would have suffered."

"SHUT UP!" Cassandra's voice thundered with anger, unable to bear hearing the truth. Her hands trembled around the knife, and Rhaenya finally spotted a significant gap to push her away. She felt the dagger pressing against her hand, struggling to hold back tears.

Jacaerys and Maris sprang into action, attempting to pry the two apart, but the tension was too intense. "Let go!"

Rhaenya locked eyes with Cassandra, feeling the blade sinking deeper into her palm, blood trickling down.  "You are fucking pathetic, you start these pathetic rumors, about my children- all because of your past,"

Maris, at her limit, forcibly pulled her sister away, throwing her to the ground. Jacaerys rushed to Rhaenya's side, examining her injured hand. Blood gushed out, prompting him to shout for assistance. "GUARDS, TAKE HER AWAY! AND FETCH A MAESTER IMMEDIATELY!"

Cassandra shot daggers at her sister as Maris lifted her by the shoulders, pain coursing through her. "What were you thinking? Seducing a seventeen-year-old, then attacking the Queen? You are no longer my sister, and I will be the one to explain to Ellyn and Floris how pathetic their eldest sister has become."

The room buzzed with tension and anger, the air thick with betrayal and regret. Rhaenya clutched her wounded hand, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension as the events spiraled out of control.

Rhaenya felt as though everything was spiraling out of control, the events unfolding before her eyes in a blur. She watched in disbelief as the Kingsguard swiftly apprehended Cassandra Baratheon, the dagger stained with Targaryen blood lying abandoned on the floor.

Maris followed her sister, casting a fleeting glance back at the couple left in the room before nodding quickly and hurrying out.

"Hey, hey," a soft voice reached Rhaenya's ears as Jacaerys approached, enveloping her in his arms as she tried to process the chaos around her. Resting her head against his chest, she sighed, clinging to him tightly. "Jace is safe, you are safe. We will get you fixed up, okay darling?"

She nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at the dagger, a chilling reminder of the danger they had just narrowly escaped. Holding onto Jacaerys for dear life, she felt herself unraveling, succumbing to the weight of the harrowing ordeal. He gently rubbed her back, offering solace and reassurance in his comforting embrace.

Jacaerys despised the darkness that enveloped the room, his heart aching as he witnessed his beloved wife's anguish. Scooping her up in his arms, he continued to apply pressure to her injured hand, blood still seeping out. Rhaenya buried her face in his chest as he carried her to her chambers, where Maesters' hurried to attend to the Queen's wounds.

She winced as needles pierced her skin, rendering her left hand temporarily useless. Jacaerys approached, pressing a tender kiss to her uninjured hand. "I need to see the kids, I need to see Jace," she murmured, her voice tinged with urgency.

He met her gaze, nodding solemnly. "After you are all fixed up, is that understood?"

Rhaenya nodded in agreement as the Maesters completed their ministries, wrapping a white cloth bandage around her injured hand. Adhering to their instructions, she concealed the bandages beneath her dress sleeve. Jacaerys embraced her once more, holding her tightly. "Let's go see Jace."

The chambers of the Prince's quarters were already abuzz with activity, all six children gathered in Jace's room while Elaena valiantly attempted to maintain order. As Rhaenya and Jacaerys entered, all eyes turned towards them.

"Mother!" the voices of the children echoed, and Rhaenya smiled as she enveloped each of them in a warm embrace.

Daeron, ever the observant one, looked at his mother with concern. "Your hand... Did she hurt you too?"

Rhaenya met her son's gaze, her expression reassuring. "Do not worry about me. We are back together as a family, and that is all that matters."

Daeron nodded, taking a seat and pulling out his sketchbook, determined to create something special for his mother, even with her hand covered.

Meanwhile, Baelor approached his father, eager for a pick-up, and Jacaerys obliged, lifting his son into his arms with a tender smile.

Aerea, Alysanne, and Rhaenyra stood together, their expressions reflecting their concern for their older brother. Rhaenya settled beside Jace, gently caressing his face with her uninjured hand. "It wasn't your fault," she reassured him softly.

Jace nodded, his eyes welling with tears as he looked at his mother, overwhelmed with guilt for witnessing her injury. "I'm sorry," he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without hesitation, Rhaenya enveloped her eldest son in a comforting embrace, allowing him to release his emotions. The room fell silent as Elaena discreetly ushered the other children out, leaving Rhaenya alone with Jace.

"She will be punished. I will have her punished for harming you. Do you understand?" Rhaenya's voice was firm yet laced with concern as she held her son close.

The prince nodded, finding solace in his mother's embrace. "I don't want to go back to Winterfell. I want to stay here," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Rhaenya's heart ached as she nodded in understanding, vowing silently to keep her son safe with his family, no matter what. The somber moment lingered between them, and she kissed Jace's forehead tenderly, wishing she could shield him from the darkness that had enveloped their lives. But despite her failures, she was determined to protect her son at all costs.

A couple of days later,

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as the crowd gathered to witness the execution of Cassandra Baratheon. This was no ordinary sentence; it displayed the queen's fury, a spectacle of vengeance. Rhaenya had chosen fire as the instrument of punishment, determined to make her enemy suffer as she had suffered.

Standing beside their father, the children watched with curiosity and trepidation, their young faces reflecting the gravity of the moment. They were a united front, standing in solidarity with their mother, ready to witness justice served.

In a daring display, Rhaenya emerged clad in a striking red and black dress, defying convention with her bold attire. Maris and Elaena followed closely behind, their expressions grim as they prepared to witness the execution unfold.

Positioning herself in front of her dragon, Rhaenya exuded an aura of power and authority. Cassandra was dragged before her, her cries and pleas falling on deaf ears. Rhaenya regarded her with icy detachment, her gaze unwavering as she met the traitor's desperate eyes.

With a voice like steel, she addressed the crowd. "Any man or woman who slanders my name, my children, or harms my family will be met with swift and merciless justice. Today, we bear witness to the execution of Lady Cassandra Baratheon, who stands accused of multiple crimes of treason."

Cassandra's pleas grew more frantic, but Rhaenya remained resolute, her resolve unshakable. With a single gesture, she signaled to Aurelys, her dragon looming ominously overhead. As Cassandra trembled before her, Rhaenya uttered the chilling command. "Dracarys."

In an instant, flames engulfed the traitor, a searing blaze that consumed her cries and reduced her to ash. The crowd watched in stunned silence as justice was meted out, the Queen's wrath unleashed in a torrent of fire and fury.

A/N: So I'm alive, and I am sorry for not updating in so long! I had the actual courage to right, but I did change our love King Jace's face claim and it's just so perfect. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I really do wish for the best for everyone! You can contact ar me on my socials at
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