𝕿he 𝕿hroned 𝕺ath chapter three. i'm not the best at goodbyes
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Saera sat in the Queen's apartments beside her sister Helaena, the two of them nestled together on a cushioned window seat.
Helaena's attention, as always, was fixed on the delicate fluttering wings of butterflies trapped inside a glass jar resting on her lap. She whispered to them softly, almost too quiet to hear.
"Our sister is leaving," Helaena murmured absently, eyes never lifting from the jar.
Saera blinked, her breath catching, "What?"
Helaena gave a slow nod, her pale fingers tracing the edge of the glass.
"She is going... Dragonstone. Mother spoke of it. Fleeing, she said."
Saera stood suddenly, her heart lurching in her chest, "When?"
Helaena tilted her head, considering. "Today... I think. Before the sun sets."
Saera's eyes widened. She turned toward the chamber doors, her mind already racing. Her feet moved faster than her thoughts as she flung them open and darted into the hallway, the heavy fabric of her dress gathered in her fists so she wouldn't trip as she ran.
The Red Keep's stone corridors echoed with the sound of her hurried footsteps. She weaved past guards and startled servants, heart pounding with every stride, until she reached the familiar doors of Rhaenyra's apartments.
As she burst inside, she was met with the sight of her half-sister, serene as ever, surrounded by trunks and attendants preparing for departure.
"Sister," Saera said breathlessly, her voice softer now in the presence of formality. Her chest still heaved with effort.
Rhaenyra turned from where she stood, giving a graceful nod.
"Ah... Princess Saera."
"Is it true?" Saera asked, voice quieter now. "You're leaving?"
