ROSE THORN
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ
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✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns.
but when the dragons dance and the fire ta...
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☁️ ·̩͙✧ C H A P T E R T H I R T Y T W O
17 YEARS AGO
THE PAIN of childbirth was no stranger to the queen. She had been through it three times before. But now she was carrying twins. One baby had already been born, a boy, but the other refused to come out, and Alicent was gripped by fear and anguish.
The Maesters said it was possible that the second baby might not survive, but the queen refused to believe them. Her baby would be born, safe and sound, and would become the strongest of her children.
"You can do it, Your Grace," the midwives' encouragement did little to help her at the moment.
Alicent was pushing harder than she had pushed in any of her previous births, more determined, more convinced that her baby would soon be in her arms.
One last desperate, pained cry, and Alicent felt her baby leave her body at last.
"You did it, Your Grace, you did it!"
She waited two, three, five seconds, but when she didn't hear the baby cry, exhaustion was again replaced by deep fear.
"My baby?" Her voice came out as a frayed thread. "Where's my baby?" She tried to get up, but the midwives stopped her.
The short time passed like an eternity where anxiety ate at the queen's heart to the point of uncontrolled tears, begging the Maesters to give her her baby. The midwives had to apprehend the desperate mother, until at last, a soft cry made everyone sigh with relief.
"It's all right, Your Majesty, she's a girl. A true survivor," the Grand Master approached with the little pink bundle in his hands, a smile of relief on his face.
The midwives helped her sitting, and placed her little girl in her arms.
Her baby girl, of course it had to be a girl, her little warrior. Alicent cried again at the sight of her daughter's tear-stained face. She was beautiful. She was perfect.
"My little girl, my brave little dragon," she kissed the baby's head, tears streaming down her. "My sweet Mevanya."
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PRESENT DAY
In the silence, Alicent couldn't help but listen to her racing heartbeat. She was taking too many risks coming all this way, only to be met with Rhaenyra's indifferent attitude.
But what could she expect, after all Alicent had done, a part of her knew she deserved it. She went to turn away, knowing she had nothing left to talk to her former friend about, when the woman stopped her from running away.
"What about Mevanya?" When Rhaenyra asked, Alicent turned and raised her downcast gaze towards the queen. "What?" "What about Mevanya?" Alicent felt a sting in her heart at the mention of her youngest daughter, the pain as intense as the day she last saw Mevanya; so unlike herself, so utterly broken. "Did you even stop to think about her for a second?" The contempt with which Rhaenyra was looking at her would probably remain etched in her memory, so different from how she had looked at her months ago, when it was the queen who was in her position.
