" Half daughter,
                                       half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love."

　　The king's chambers were dark and suffocatingly hot. On the walls, a dull dance of shadows flickered. The dragon-king didn't like fire, so as the sun went down, he asked the maids to leave him only a couple of candles. He had no use for it anyway.

　　In the corner of the room stood the Prince, leaning his shoulder against the wall, the light illuminating only half of his face as his sapphire shined in the darkness. On the corner of the King's bed lay the Princess, her face buried deep in the warm robes around the legs of the lying King. She had come dangerously close to falling asleep right before King spoke out. He was telling a folktale. It wasn't his idea, but rather a fiction he'd picked up on the Street of Silk.


　　"... And a Princess was born. A girl, that had all of her mother's beauty and none of her nature. Many years she spent locked away in a high tower, visited only by the maesters. There, the Princess was rotting away, while still alive. Only after ten years did the King let her out of her prison. When she met people, Princess wore long gloves, hiding underneath them whatever she considered ugly. Her body may have been mutilated, but her face was still considered to be one of a kind. There were many suitors for the hand and heart of the princess. She was clever, kind, and selfless. A girl to sing songs of and to ride at the battle for".


　　A chuckle was heard in the corner, a low voice laughed only once, but the Princess's taunting laughter immediately filled the room. She stretched, snuggling closer to the warmth of the bed with her whole body, and spoke:


　　"Kind and selfless?" the girl's voice replied with wicked irony.


　　"The Princess loved to interrupt everyone who complimented her, of course, but that didn't make her any less endearing," his reply was met with a heavy sigh. "Of course, none admired her kindness or were interested in her intelligence. Of all her virtues, only her face could be valued. The Princess was married to a foolish and proud Golden Lord. He seated her in a castle on a mountain, surrounded her with silks and golds, gave her to the maesters, so that her ills would not disturb him, and decided that she was happy."


　　Aegon laughed. His fairytale was not close to the reality. The actual Princess laid before him, did not look happy. She still wore her gloves, but now she adorned them with golden rings and glowing green stones. The circles under her hollowed eyes were stronger than ever, and purple veins still poked out from beneath her white skin like patterns on marble.


　　The King himself had only golden goblets left from his kingship. He placed the crown on his brother's head and rarely left his room these days, visited only by his servants, whores, and not so often — his siblings. The silver of the rings now burned his hands, so he stopped wearing them. Nothing on his face suggested that he was the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. Aegon had an ugly burn spread all across his body, covering him with scars uglier than any his brother and sisters ever bore. He was surrounded by soft silks and wool blankets; fresh fruits and sweet aroma from the Dorne, yet the smell of rotting flesh filled his chambers.


　　Aegon did not believe in The Seven. Inside his chambers, he laid his own altar, on which he placed too much — almost everything he held dear. And yet, it was not enough. Helaena was no longer by his side, his presence no longer warmed his bed, and her candle on his altar was long extinguished. The Gods never listened to his prayers. Or maybe they just didn't understand them.


　　"And I am your dragon then, Highness?"  Prince asked. His voice, ringing copper, cold metal, so harsh it was sometimes frustrating to listen to. But now, in the shadow of the royal chambers, his voice sounds almost soft, as if the metal was melting. "A beast, covered in green scales who lost his arms and legs."


　　Aegon was about to say something in response, but his sister answered first. Aemma, still feeling weak, lifted her head from her brother's lap and turned it toward the younger one.


　　"I don't think that you will ever see or do evil so horrible that you will cease to be human. You are no dragon, Aemond. Just a person."  she spoke softly, as if to herself as if it meant nothing else. Words, dreams, fairy tales...


　　Their Princess has heavy eyelids and six fingers on her right hand. Her skin became snow-white, scarred by maester's precise cuts. Their Dragon has dried blood on his calloused hands and the seven-pointed star beneath his armor. The Prince knows what he is. He feels the salty taste of blood on his lips and the heat of Vhagar's flames in his own body. He still prays, but now he only asks the Father to punish him harder.


　　Yet somehow he believes her. He believes in those words more than in all Seven.


　　"You liar,"  he answers with no emotion. She smiles. King nods.


　　They thought of themselves Gods, creating a new wondrous world. Finding breath in terror. They were teenagers. And now, staring into each other's eyes — at what Aemond had done to their dreams, at what they had done to the people — the king, the dragon, and the princess felt the icy whiff of death in each other's faces.

　　It was a long time since they knew the reason for this war. But now they couldn't turn back. It became truly endless.


　　"I will wait for you". 

aemma targaryen. 
cursed by the gods, half of an heir, last piece of king's greatest love. 

aegon ii tagrayen. 
wretched prince, the usurper, maimed king. 

aemond targaryen
cruel prince, one-eye, godless priest. 

　　ㅤㅤ　ㅤㅤtrigger / content warning: exploration of war themes and horrors, explicit violence (i am a very "dirty realism" author, i genuinely think it could be hard to read), death, ableism (!), religious trauma, period-typical misogyny, period-typical internalized homophobia, description of sexual assault, detailed description of grooming, themes of grief.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ specific warnings will always be added for the chapters with it. ㅤㅤ


 ㅤㅤ 　　ㅤㅤ　ㅤsomething from jules,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤi. here we are ! people from my tiktok knew about this one for some time now and i finally delivered little bits from it. i know, that my descriptions are usually vague, so here is a normal synopsis for normal people. in this fanfic we are following through the conspiracy and the war from team green point of view. it's a canon-divergent fanfiction, that features an oc — aemma targaryen, the second and last child of king viserys and late queen aemma. if you read through the entrance i wrote for this fic, you'll notice that aemma is described as a weak and sickened child. and yes, you guessed right, she has six fingers (:D). it's a story about the pettiest cunt in the world girlbossing her way through the dance while being the biggest girlfailure and having literally zero advantages to her (a cunt is as cunt does).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤaemma is one of the three main characters of this fic. the other ones are her half-brothers — aegon and aemond. they are JUST as much of the main characters as aemma is. there will be pov's from all of them, as well as from more minor characters (larys strong, criston cole, rhaenyra targaryen etc).


ㅤㅤㅤㅤii. characters ! this is not a pleasant fanfic and i am not changing the negative aspects of the characters. this is not an "aegon fic" or "aemond fic" this is just a story. there will be a lot of character study bc i get off to it and it's my favorite part of writing. please do not expect me to sugar code it and leave out sexual or war crimes from either side, but also please don't expect characters to be one dimensional villains that you cannot sympathise with from time to time. a special point from aemma — we all love a girlboss and she is quite a sympathetic character, actually! but i would be grateful if i could make you feel differently about her: both positively and negatively. hoping and praying that i could pull it off !!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤplease don't be ableist. this specific work features a LOT of disabled characters and i will be focusing on their disabilities a lot. just please be respectful !


ㅤㅤㅤㅤiii. canon! this fic is based on both books and show, as well as my own characterisation. the events could change and i will definitely take out canon parts that i find not logical (laenor's fate, rhaenys at the coronation, ect.) obviously book spoilers! but they will only start during act two!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤthis fic is also super nonlinear. we'll jump from event to event, character to character. i'm still learning how to write like this, so if you'll have any questions while reading you can always ask in the comments.


ㅤㅤㅤㅤiv. me ! jules ! hi ! for anyone who doesn't know it yet, i'm a writer and i write as a job, so most of the time i feel sick from being near my computer, which is why i am a slow writer. i also live off the validation, collecting it like a raccoon. i will always update faster if there will be interest in my work, so please don't be a ghost reader! i adore every single comment and hold it close to my heart. i would love to read your opinions on the characters, writing and the events of the fic.