𝕿he 𝕿hroned 𝕺ath chapter twenty. dragons beneath us
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Rhaenys, the queen who never was. Dead. Saera had felt overly emotional as she knew the person responsible for the death of Rhaenys, her brother. Aemond Targaryen.
Saera had looked everywhere for Baela but when she reached the dragon den she found her, "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"I stand here waiting for her to return," Baela voice barely above a whisper, "Oh Baela," Saera movements were going straight to Baela to embracing her back, as she held her. Baela let the tears fall, and turned her body around so she could wrap her arms around Saera.
After some moments, footsteps were heard from behind them.
"Jace?" His walk had a purpose, and he stopped in his tracks when he heard but Saera and Baela's voice.
"Where are you going?" Saera asked and Jacaerys moved towards her, "To Harrenhal. To treat with Daemon. Rhaenys is fallen. He must affirm his loyalty to my mother and report his standing."
Baela wiped her tears, "And you think you will tame him... when the queen herself could not?"
Jacaerys looked between Saera and Baela, "My mother gladly sends you away to scout, to fight, and would do the same to you Aly if it weren't for the babe, whilst I'm here being forced to play the coddled princeling."
"It's humiliating Saera."
Saera met her husbands eye and touched his face with her hands, "My sister only wishes to protect you. You are the heir, no harm must come to you."
"Then I must be seen to act for her claim and mine. I can sit still no longer. I must act," He moved away from her hands, and leaned against the wall, "The Freys."
