I am deeply sorry for the many ways I know I have fallen short of being the father you deserved. No doubt that is putting it mildly in your eyes but please believe I mean it with all my heart. Perhaps it is because you came later in my life, perhaps this illness is to blame, or even a punishment. I do not say this as an excuse or in an attemot at pity. Your Uncle Daemon once said I was weak as a king; perhaps he was right, and that weakness has bled to how I am as a father. Not only to the three of you, but to Rhaenyra and your mother as well. I should have done far more for you all.
Aegon, you were named for the Conquerer who united the realm. You have the true fire of the dragon, a strength and mind that should not go to waste. Your sister will need that when she sits the Iron Throne. You are my firstborn son; I should have done more for you in that regard, especially given my…past. Please be good to your sisters and believe me when I say that I am proud you.
Aemond, I know you are perhaps the one with most cause to hate me. Lucerys should have been punished in some way that night, but not the way your mother wanted. Taking his eye would not have restored yours and neither of you deserved to have your blood spilled. I can only hope that you don't let that anger at your nephew consume you and that you meant what you said about the 'exchange'. You proudly ride the mighty Vhager, but remember that there is a grave difference between being bonded with a dragon and controlling one, especially one as old and battle-worn as she. That idea was an illusion that brought about Old Valyria's doom. Dragon rider or not, you possess a skill with your blade and strength most men envy. For what little it may be worth, I am proud of the man you have become.
Helaena, you are the image of your mother. Many in our line have been dragon riders, but very few have been dreamers. I once considered myself one but you, my darling, truly have the gift. I am sorry if I didn't listen to them enough and wish I had the strength and time to do do now. There are many people who look down on those with such visions and I hope you don't take such whispers you may hear to heart. See it as the strength and gift it is. If you find and care to read this in time, perhaps you and the children would like to hear stories of your grandsire, Baelon the Brave, or King Jaehaerys?
I wish I had more time to rectify the mistakes I made with all of you. I only hope you do not hold it against each other or Rhaenyra or let it divide you. Find a way to stand united and strong. Not for my sake, but that of the House of the Dragon and the realm.
I am so proud of you all and love you all so much.
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"There is a type of burying beetle that kills their own offspring to allow its other children less competition," The information is given without preamble, though it shows well where her mind is. Helaena does not look at her mother, nails incessantly digging at the skin of her forearm; if it hurts her, the princess does not register it. They are at Driftmark still, waiting until Aemond is fit to travel; but the night he lost his eye remains on her thoughts, a haunting reminder of the protection she and her siblings did not have. "More chances to survive."
The princess gives no further explanation before continuing with an inquiry that speaks of the true fear in her heart. "Why does father favor Rhaenyra, even when Aemond was hurt?" Does he not care for the rest of us at all?
the queen listens intently to what her daughter has to say. it's not always that she understands helaena. in fact, there are many more times when she doesn't understand her than when she does. but alicent hears her out anyway, dissects her words in her mind as though among them is the secret that will unlock her daughter's mystery. the anecdote about the beetle causes a chill to run up her spine, and she wonders what it truly is that helaena is trying to tell her. thoughtfully, she tries to formulate a response, but her words are robbed from underneath her by her daughter's question.
remembered rage simmers just below the surface. the queen tries to smother the flames, lest helaena sees it on her face and thinks it's directed at her. that cannot be any farther from the truth. “your father isn't fond of fights or confrontations.” viserys the peaceful is the moniker assigned to him by his people. but is it truly peace when injustice is simply ignored instead of addressed? how genuine of a peace can it be when the seeds of resentment are planted until they fester? carefully, alicent reaches out to tuck strands of silver hair behind helaena's ear. “aemond has been treated by the grandmaester, and is getting the best care he can possibly get.” even as she hears herself, her words of comfort seem hollow. but what else is there to do, when her demands for recompense are denied? nothing else, other than nurse yet another wound her husband has dealt her. the queen tries to catch her daughter's eyes. the smile on her face is fraught. “he will be alright, my love. soon we will be home, and he will get better.”
the young prince could think of a thousand other things he would rather be enduring than an event such as this. always a bore, aemond thinks to himself as he observes the scene of people before him. at the very least, they could do with less people in a single room. he is sat on the opposite side of the table of his brother and sister, one whose lips are stained red from the amount of wine he had consumed thus far and the other with quite the dreary expression worn upon her countenance. fingers tap on the table as his attention turns to them ( not for the first time this evening ), and he hums to himself as he watches aegon lean to whisper something into a serving girl’s ear. what a scandalous thing that must have been said, based on the girl’s expression !
he abruptly stands to his feet, becoming the center of attention for everyone apart from helaena ; who must have found herself zoning out. a pointed glare is directed towards his brother. how could the gods continuously give to a boy who harbored no sort of appreciation for what he received ? it’s a tireless thought, one he forgets as helaena peers up at him. he wears a small smile as their eyes connect, placing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand before they venture towards where the others dance. it was out of his comfort zone, to say the least, but ensuring his sister was not miserable took priority. though he recalls the steps of the slow dance with ease, guiding her perfectly into every move.
“ i believe we both looked a bit too miserable sitting at that table. “ her company is one he appreciates most ; especially in settings with as many people as this one. he twirls her around as everyone else does to their partner, before placing a hand at the small of her back when she faces him once more. “ besides, i know how much you enjoy dancing. it would be a shame if you didn’t get the chance to. “
" C A R E F U L, girl. like it or not, you will be caught in between something D R E A D F U L, simply due to your birth. nobody will A S K, if you were involved or not. "
@fyredreamt said: SO MANY dragons to kill and rez how can he pass up the opportunity
I was really going “hmm maybe Arthas should take a breather here” as though this were not the same man who, whilst suffering brain-melting seizures on account of Ner’zhul bleeding out all over the floor, decided that breaking & entering Sapphiron’s house and soul was a goal of paramount importance
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most days as queen, alicent feels she is shuffling from obligation to obligation in a blur. she cares, of course she does, but there are days when the tedium of it all feels impossible to bear. if she has to hear another petition about land disputes, she’ll tear her hair out at the root. so she seeks out better company.
“helaena?” when alicent enters her daughter’s chambers, she always calls out gently to alert her, ever conscious of startling her. when she sees helaena, sitting on the sofa stitching, she approaches and sits down next to her a comfortable distance away. alicent doesn’t reach to touch her but she does lean closer to have a better angle to view the embroidery. “what are you stitching today, my love?”
idk what canon says, i will shoehorn lya into hotd and she will skewer blo.od n ch.eese before they get to helaena and the kids, and they will all escape to the free cities atop dreamfy.re 😤
"TIS TO BE DARK soon, princess." He states, softly approaching Halaena underneath the Weirwood tree. He does not wish to spook the girl, for she was a gentle creature. "Allow me to escort you back to your chambers."
