|Aemond Targaryen Centric|
"Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin and every time a Targaryen is born the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see which side it will fall."
-Jaehaerys Targaryen II
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Where Aemond is Deianeira and still dies at the hands of her uncle, all just to be tied to a system.
Or where Deianeira dies and must travel to thirteen worlds to fix her past.
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"Looks like a girl, but she's a flame So bright, she can burn your eyes Better look the other way You can try, but you'll never forget her name She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls"
-Girl on Fire; Alicia Keys
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The fierce princess was dead.
Daemon Targaryen had kept his promise to avenge Lucerys Velaryon, and ended the life of Deianeira Targaryen, the murderer of Rhaenyra's child. A fierce fight broke out in the skies, and both riders ended up with injuries, as did their dragons. Daemon was able to accept that Deianeira Targaryen was definitely to be feared, she was worthy of being called the second coming of Visenya Targaryen or even a second Daemon Targaryen. She was fierce and lethal, a worthy opponent. Without a doubt, she is Rhaenyra's most dangerous enemy on the Green Side.
And now she had died, his sword stabbing her beautiful face and sending her into the cold waters alongside the Queen of Dragons, Vhagar. Likewise, Daemon succumbed to his wounds, as the princess did not plan to leave alone, Daemon would go to see the Stranger with her if necessary. It was a worthy fight between the fiercest Targaryens of that generation, a fight between the truest dragons of House Targaryen. Their names would go down in history and songs would be sung for centuries to come.
At least, that's what Deianeira Targaryen thought. The warrior princess expected anything but to be in what appeared to be King Viserys' throne room. Everything was the same, although it looked emptier and brighter somehow.
"So you are the bearer of my sword, Blackfyre."
Deianeira quickly got into position with her sword in search of the male voice, only to find the subject sitting on the throne, with regalia and a crown very familiar to her.
