She wakes in a prison dressed as a palace.
Her mother’s apartments in King’s Landing look the same as she remembers them. She is wrapped in the silks of her mother’s bed, the same she would crawl into on the nights storms lashed the capital. Her mother would always accept her into the sheets, soft whispers at her ear and fingers threading through dark hair.
There is no comfort now.
Arrax is gone.
Arrax is gone.
Aemma claws at her chest, wanting to find her beating heart and finding nothing at all. Arrax is gone and so is she. Her roar is as deafening as Balerion the Black dread, filling the room with the pain she cannot simply keep within her body. Her grief is an ocean and she is drowning. Her grief is a fire and she is burning. Oh, how death calls her name so beautifully and how she wishes she could go to him.
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Our Violet Delights
FanfictionLucerys Velaryon is born a girl. Almost nothing changes... until Aemond Targaryen begins to take an interest in her. It seems Targaryen uncles have a habit of falling in love with their nieces. I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. story comes from youtuber: e...
