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Walking down the old halls of the old castle felt unreal, how could the castle grounds that brought back so many memories and ghosts of the past still feel this strange and unknown?
despite of it being built by the days she held dear to her heart? She eyed The red walls of the old castle painted black by the grief of a war past
A war that silenced the echoes of the street
A war that made victory a defeat
Who won this bloody war? She wondered
The Queen who was usurped, and killed for being a woman?
Or
The king who usurped and was killed by a poison from another man?
Many said those who won are the ones who wore the crown in the end
But what good would a crown do if it was forged by the blood of a family gone What good would a throne be if kin fought kin from morning to dawn
After all this bloodshed and war, one would sought out peace and leave everything behind But that is not what she wants,
The child who lost her mother to this war wouldn’t
The sister that buried all her brothers for this war wouldn’t
The wife who had to embrace her husband goodbye for this war wouldn’t
The mother who had to mourned her children for this war wouldn’t
She would not want that
She was a daughter a sister a wife and a mother But the war had taken all of that from her
A war started by a fraction of greedy men She would not let them rest after everything
Walking down the old halls, she looked noble and regal, just like her mother taught her to be
She looked royal With her hair braided in a crown adorned by sapphires, just like her brothers would have wanted her to be
She didn’t wear the mourning black to match her grief, instead she wore a gown of silver and blue the colours of her house to show that they stood still, proud and tall, just like her husband would have wanted her to do
She didn’t let her tears falls that would have shown her pain, no she stood straight and tall, and walked the halls with confidence and power, just like her children would have wanted her to do
Her Queen may be dead But so is their king
And she would not let the pretentious king’s line to continue
No her mother might be dead, but the line of kings and queens will be from her mother’s line The line of the king and queens would be from the true queen And not the pretentious king
She promised that, promised her mother before she was engulfed in flames
taught It to her brothers before the war went ablaze
whispered it to her husband while she was still sane
the doors of the council room looked old and rusty, a reflection of the men behind it and proof of the years past, she closed her eyes to wash of the sting in them, took a deep breath to ready herself to go inside, from the corner of her eyes she looked at her sworn shield and discovered not so long ago as her brother from a father lost too soon. Addam stood tall beside her, with his violet eyes and silver locks everything a velaryon prince would be like , everything she and her brothers weren’t.
she placed her hands over her abdomen, a sign of protectiveness of a swell that soon would be more.
The last reminder of her husband and children,
the only glimpse of the life before the madness
What she had lost, and what she had mourned, Were now a promise to what they will lose and not get to mourn
Inside the council room was more hideous then the rusted door and the lifeless halls Two fractions sitting on opposite sides Two colours draped over the opposite walls
Green and Black
Just colours they should have been But a war they were made into
Green of envy And black of grief
Funny how they did not just represented the fractions but their minds too
She looked over to opposing sides and was greeted by the vile and disgusting thieves and liars Who killed her family and made her bury them Who lied to gain but lost more then they could afford She wanted to kill them same as they had done her family But she couldn’t, not yet
The swords had been dropped and the dragons have fallen
But the war didn’t stop
No it continued, but not with sharp swords and armies
It continued with sharp words, and minds
And she would win this
For her mother, For her Queen
For her husband, For her love
For her siblings, For her friends
For her children, For her hopes
The old men argued over who should sit the cursed throne of blades
They both fought over a prince or a princess
A king or a queen
As cursed as it was she would have the throne
Her allies made sure of that Her grandsire as old as he was would make sure of that
After all this would make it worth it
The loss, the blood the grief It will not be in vain
With eyes filled with rage she glared at the one across her
Silver hair and purple eyes, yet soft features and manners of a sheep
Her last uncle sat across her, her uncle he was but a stranger still A stranger still but yet the murder of her children
She wanted to kill him, but she couldn’t do it Because she wanted his pain more than his death
No she would break him in a away he cant be fixed And then she will humiliate him for all to see
For the greens to see, for the towers to see Oh she would make him suffer And they are all just making it easy for her
Dragonless and injured and now arranged to be wed to her to avoid succession conflicts Daeron Targaryen will wish he had never crawled out of oldtown once she is done
For the first time there would be a ruling queen and a ruling king
But only ones line will continue, she will make sure of that No green blood will sit her mother’s throne” she though as she caressed her stomach
The last glimpse of her life before this war, her unborn child of her first marriage would sit the throne after her, not that green boy in a mask of a Targaryen
Daemma velaryon, last living child of queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and prince-consort laenor velaryon And Daeron Targaryen last living child of King viserys Targaryen and queen alicent hightower
Will be married in two weeks from now And both crowned as well,
Both as ruling Queen and king So it was decreed There would be a king and queen
but not for long
no, the lords might consider the war at end
But green and black still remined draping the castle
And the wound of losing her family still remained aching and bleeding
And the need for revenge still not fulfilled
But they would be soon Soon red and black will drape the halls again
Soon her wound of the loss of her family will turn to scar after healing it with green blood Soon her family will be avenged She will bathe them in fire and burn them in blood Even though equal they will be as it was decreed everyone knew she will have the higher power As she and her sworn shield and sweet sister rhaena are the only ones left with dragons
With their companions And she is a dragon she will not act any less