"I am my mother's daughter, and she's the rightful heir." Nessa gazed up at the One-Eyed Prince, "That's all you need to know." "You think this makes you a true Targaryen?" Aemond twists the only streak of pale blonde on Nessa's hair, in a tutting manner he continued, "It's pathetic. If what you want is to be recognized as a Targaryen...all you have to do is marry me." When the throne is usurped by an inadequate King, Nessa knows where her loyalties lie. In the endless war, forbidden love rises and she worries it'll stand in the way of giving Rhaenyra her full support. So she leaves Aemond... wifeless... As the rest of her family meet their bitter end at the hands of the Greens, Nessa takes the name Targaryen and returns to avenge what was taken from her family only to find Aemond Targaryen sitting on the Iron Throne. This story is also available on Ao3.
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