"War has claimed many fathers, that is something we must accept. I lost my father to a war and one day, so will you."
The young prince stared up at the older woman, his violet eyes wide and large on his round face. He looked down at the letter in hi...
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The Dragon Queen
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Kingslanding
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"I don't want any part of his death." Aemond states with a harsh finality, his eyes narrowing on his grandfather. Otto tilts his chin up, peering down at him. "He is a threat to your brother's rule. Aenys is his father's son, he will do anything to get Rhaenyra on that seat, even if it means Aegons head. He has your sister and nephews. Imagine what he can do with them." Otto states
Aemond shakes his head. "Dorne wants no part in a war. Astoria wants peace with Kingslanding, Helaena and the children are her guests." Aemond argues
Otto slams his hands on his table as he stands. "Dorne is filled with savages who only crave bloodshed, look at our history! Don't allow a pretty face like Astoria Martell to cloud your mind! Now you are to do as your Lord Hand commands!" Otto exclaims
"He will do no such thing!" Aemond and Otto turn. Alicent stood at the entrance, regal and dressed in her finest silks, fit for a Dowager Queen. "We do not want a war with Rhaenyra or her family. No one dies." Alicent states, her eyes stern as she stares her father down.
"What will you have us do, wait until they attack? What of your grandchildren and your daughter?" Otto asks
Alicent rounds the table, her fingers graze the dark wood, before pointing at her father. "You will go to Dragonstone and you will make peace. Rhaenyra will be upset but once she understands that Aegon on the throne was her father's last wish, she will listen to our demands. You continue to underestimate her." Alicent says
With a stern look, she pulls out a folded-up paper from her sleeve and extends it to her father. "Give this to her, she will understand." Alicent says
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Dragonstone.
Everyone was gathered down at the beach, with a small pyre built onto the sand. Rhaenyra and Daemon stood together as their daughter was wrapped up in a white blanket, with the princess's dragon blowing fire down at the wooden pyre.
Rhaenyra was too distraught to bother with how she presented, her hair completely undone and a mess as it blew with the wind. She couldn't look away as the corpse burned.
Aenys stood beside his sisters and brothers with Amora in his arms and Joffrey at his feet, pressing himself close. Aenys places a gentle hand on top of his head, a small comfort to the clueless boy.
Luke meets Jace's gaze before looking back to his mother, her eyes now downcast.
Suddenly at the sound of metal moving, they all turn to see a knight in a white cloak make his way up the sandy mountain.
