He has told me I am to go to Dragonstone. I do not wish to go there. Mama died there, I am afraid I will see her ghost. I know she will haunt those halls. She had left her only daughter behind , even in my dreams I know she cries for me.
But it will be away from him and this place. Mama may haunt Dragonstone but the ghosts that haunt these walls are full of sadness.
I am ready for my mother's rage.
I wish I could feel her rage but all I feel is a deep sadness. If I could rip my very heart from my chest and in case it in glass so I could live again I would.
I miss my brothers. Jace was to be my King and Baela my Queen. I was to be his Hand. Joffrey and his bouncing curls. Aegon and Viserys and their baby hands grasping at my skirts.
Why do I feel such guilt that I am here and they are not?
I am nothing. NOTHING.
Mama how can I do this without you? Give me your rage! I beg for it!!
I wish to scream and yell!!! I wish to FIGHT BACK!!!
I want you to come home.
But you will not.
You never will.
- Aemma
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Salvation | HOTD | HIATUS
FanfictionAfter ascending the Iron Throne following his brother Aegon's death, King Aemond Targaryen's relentless pursuit of a male heir leads to a series of ill-fated marriages, marked by executions for treason. Desperate for a solution, Aemond's council sug...
