002.
𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌

(warning; non-consensual acts)

𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣 cried when Ser Harwin was to leave for Harrenhal. After the incident at the training ground, harming Ser Criston and in front of the King no less, Lord Lynoel had deemed it fit to resign as hand of the king and leave with his son. But she knew he only did it to get Ser Harwin away from her mother. The rumors had after all— grown increasingly more after what happened.

Yet, she did not wish to see Ser Harwin gone. She cared for him. Jacaera always liked to think that she had two fathers— Ser Laenor and Ser Harwin. Both whom she saw fully as her fathers, no matter the blood. And they both filled her heart with love.

"Be good to your mother. I'll visit when I can. But that may be some time."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and went to hug Ser Harwin, small arms around his waist. She could feel his strong arms around her, tracing small circles on her back. A lump formed in her throat as she was forced to let him go. Her mother and baby Joffrey were the last ones he would get to say his goodbyes to. Leaning down, Ser Harwin placed a kiss on Joffrey's forehead.

"I will be a stranger when we meet again."

With one last glance, Ser Harwin left, walking down the halls of the Red Keep. As she watched him leave, Jacaera sensed that she might not see him for some time. Now she only wished for the comfort of her father, one of them at least, so she went to find him.

"It's alright, my little seadragon," her father said while running his hands through her hair. "Ser Harwin will be back in a short moment's notice, I promise,"

Jacaera looked up at him from his lap. "Do you swear father?"

Her father laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around her smaller figure. She could feel him pressing his face into her and she let herself smile at the sight. Her father, was never too much present, only whenever it was necessary or if he was passing through, yet he always had a place in her heart. And while Jacaera did not truly understand the difficult position her father and mother were in— she would love him regardless.

"I swear, my sweet daughter. You have nothing to fear."

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"What are you doing here?" A voice behind her said. Jacaera kept her finger on the word of the page and turned to find her uncle Aemond with his hands behind his back.

Jacaera had wandered off to the library to find a book about the Valyrian gods for her grandsire, as she knew him to enjoy Old Valyria, hence the model he is yet to finish.

Jacaera smiled at him, swatting away a bit to make room for Aemond on the bench. He stared at her for a couple of seconds before taking a set beside her. His eyes wander over the book containing high Valyrian.

"Why are you reading this? Surely you are too young to understand," he remarked, rather rudely. Yet she has no wishes to anger him after what happened at the training yard leading to Ser Harwin leaving. She still has not gotten over the fact that he is gone.

She ignored his rude tone and let her eyes continue following her finger as she tried to understand what they meant.

She often found herself believing him to be the elder of his siblings, as Aegon was acting more of Aemond's age than Aemond himself. She and Aemond would often stay back at their lessons with the maester to require more information. Jacaera merely does it out of curiosity, but she imagines Aemond doing it to be the best of them all.

"I am trying to find a book about the Valyrian Gods uncle if you must know. I was thinking of bringing this to grandsire, to read to him."

That certainly had an impact on him based on the way his face fell and was replaced with a snarl.

"Of course, you will read to my father."

Jacaera stopped reading and took a look at him. He looked angry, but also sad. She didn't understand why he felt sad. She was just reading to her grandsire? Was that wrong?

"What is it? Is there something wrong with that?" She asked nicely, trying to understand why he was furious at her.

Aemond pushed himself off the bench and scoffed. "As if you do not know. I know what you're doing," Jacaera's brows furred. "Why do you have to take my father? Why can't you spend time with your own?"

Aemond huffed. "Or mayhaps he spends too much time with his patron instead of his so-called daughter?"

Jacaera felt her heart stop and tears that had begun forming in her eyes. Her grandsire loved her, that is why she tried looking for a book. And her father loved her. Did he not?

"That is very awful of you to say uncle Aemond," she sniffed and closed the book. "My father loves me. He told me so." She grabbed the book and made her way out of the library.

She heard him curse behind her and felt him run after her but she fastened her pace to not have to speak to him any longer. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm resulting in her turning and losing her footing, falling on Aemond. They both groaned as they meet with the ground.

Jacaera had her hands on Aemond's chest and quickly pushed herself off him. Her tears were dried and she could see the look on Aemond's face. Regret.

"I'm sorry Jacaera, I shouldn't have said that." He said helping her up with one hand. He grabbed the book and handed it to her, which Jacaera gladly accepted. She didn't know if he was truly sorry or not, but she didn't want to fight with her uncles, it seemed her brothers did that already.

Jacaera looked to the ground and nodded meekly at his words. "Yes, uncle."

Aemond stepped back and allowed Jacaera to pass through. She let out a breath as she felt his presence gone, the book pressed into her chest.

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After she had her supper with her mother and brothers, Jacaera had quickly run off to meet her grandsire. Her mother chuckled at her eagerness to meet with the king and merely kissed her head and told her to tell her grandsire that she loved him. She had of course and told her she would and then made her way to his chambers.

She was met by two of the kingsguard, Ser Harrold and Ser Arryk. She smiled at them, mostly at Ser Harrold as she had always trusted him. He was the commander of the kingsguard and had been a lovely man to Jacaera.

"Hello, good Sers," she greets, struggling to hold the large book. After her meeting with Aemond in the library, she had gone and asked her mother about a book that was better than the one she chose. Her mother had brought her a book from her collection, near two times larger than the book she had chosen. Her mother had told her it was filled with every Old Valyrian god and that her grandsire would surely love it.

"Good day princess," Ser Harrold greeted back with a bow. His eyes held a glint of a smile. "Are you here to meet the king?"

She nodded eagerly and scurried inside her grandsire's chambers after sending a quick 'thank you' to the two kingsguards.

"Who is there?" The voice of her grandsire called out. Jacaera smiled as she came into his view and walked over to him.

"It is only me grandsire," the king sent her a wide smile that was always kept to his granddaughter. He sat beside his model of Old Valyria and then patted the side of him to allow her to sit beside him.

"I've brought a book," she said, bringing it closer to the king to allow him to look better. She noticed her grandsire hiss in a breath as he flinched away from his pains. She felt guilty, should she have bothered him at all?

At the notice of her concerned look, the king grabbed the book and began tracing the words engraved on it. He chuckled fondly at her and grabbed her hand.

"The Gods of Old Valyria? How did you get this book, my sweet granddaughter?" He questioned slowly, his breath catching up with him.

Jacaera smiled. "From mother. Well, I did try to find a book in the library but I didn't understand the words very well. So I went to my mother and asked her for a book about the Valyrian Gods. I wanted to read to you... well, after I could not do it last time."

The king frowned at the mention of what happened in the training yard between Ser Criston and Ser Harwin, one who was a kingsguard and the other sworn protector to his daughter.

He raised his thin hand over the one strand of hair and tucked it over her ear. Jacaera looked so much like her mother. Yet Viserys could not help but notice she had an uncanny resemblance to his late wife. They both had the simple desire to make everyone around them happy. Jacaera was the living reminder of the wife whom he had scorned.

"Yes, my dear. Well, shall you read your book to your old grandsire now? I will help you along the way."

Jacaera nodded enthusiastically and began to try and read the words correctly. In truth, she was not all bad, she was better than Jace, Luke, and her uncle Aegon. The only one who seemed to be better than her was Aemond. But that was understandable, considering he had more time to spend time with books as he does not have any dragon.

After hours she had managed to read two chapters, with the corrections of her grandsire, that contained the Gods Arrax and Vermax— she had deemed it fit as her brother's dragons were named such. The king had smiled warmly at her then, praising her for being a good sister. She smiled then, thanking him with a small blush.

Yet, her grandsire had begun to grow tired and too frail to continue reading any longer, so she had kissed him on his thin cheek and bid him goodbye. Her grandsire had merely hummed and said a meek farewell.

Jacaera walked out of his chambers and not the two kingsguard farewell as well before turning towards her chambers.

As she turned the corner, she came face to face with her uncle Aegon, stumbling drunkenly in the hallway. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and knew that he was in no state to be wandering the halls.

"Uncle Aegon, are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft and kind.

He swayed on his feet and leered at her, his eyes glazed and unfocused. "I'm fine, my sweet little niece. I just need to get back to my chambers."

"Would you like me to help you?" She asked innocently, an unsure smile on her lips. Truthfully, she'd rather stay away from him when her uncle Aegon was in a state like this, but she didn't want him to walk to his chambers like that.

At his nod, she tried to guide him toward his chambers, but as they approached the door, he grabbed her. She stumbled back, her heart racing as she tried to push him away. He began tracing the corset of her waist and push her to the wall.

"Uncle Aegon, please stop," she pleaded, her voice trembling. She tried to pry his hands away but he was nearly three heads higher than her and despite his thin figure, he was quite strong.

Luckily, Ser Criston had been walking that hallway and widened his eyes at the scene in front of him. He grabbed the prince by his arms and pried him toward his chambers. Jacaera heard her uncle let out a hiss as he was thrown inside, yet he could not help but still deal as she had hands roaming her body.

She did not even remember Ser Criston's presence until he laid a hand on her shoulder. The small girl let out a yelp and tucked her arms around herself, her eyes big and frightened.

"Princess? Let us get you back to your chambers."

Jacaera felt herself nod and walk with him, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

He led her back to her chambers, making sure that she was safe before leaving her alone. She collapsed onto her bed, her body shaking as she relived the terrifying encounter in her mind.

She did not know whether she should tell her mother what had happened or not. But she didn't want to get her uncle Aegon in trouble. He was just drunk was he not? Would her mother think her overreacting? Most men did become more touchy after drinking.

Suddenly a thought arose in her mind. What if Ser Criston had misunderstood what had happened and told the queen that she had wished for him to lay his hands on her? Would the queen think her a whore? Bastards were usually more fond of sexual activities. She would probably use it against her and her mother. Yes, mayhaps she should just ignore what had happened and keep it to herself.

But she couldn't help but shudder every time she thought of uncle Aegon now. He was surely engraved into her mind forever.

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𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲; 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈! 𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾. 𝖺𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄.
𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋?