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onto her brother ? her brother who has grief of his own, anger of his own, regrets of his own. theyβre all suffering this loss, theyβre all feeling it, so why place more on his shoulders ? lucerys might argue that heβs her brother, it was his job, but visenya didnβt feel it was right. holding it is wasnβt either, but what other choice did she have ? ( it was her who wore the crown now. her who the realm looked toward for the futureβa woman sitting the iron throne after a bloody civil war over the same thing. the only difference is there was no one else alive left to take it & sheβd promised aegon follow her upon her death. ) body faces outward toward the ocean, a breeze ruffling her hair. for a moment she doesnβt turn, visenya canβt see the look in lukeβs eyes yet. ; the need to appear strong, despite not being it in any way right now, pressed into the back of her mind . . she is the first ruling queen in her own name, she cannot be seen as weak for vultures would come for her ! β what would you have me tell you, brother ? β she asks, voice tired. turning, visenya faces him & eyes are just as tired. β that i wish it had been me & not mother ? how i begged aegon to take me instead ? β it will haunt her forever. jaw clenched: β this crown should be mothers, not mine. i-i . . have to be strong now, i cannot be seen as weak. they would take any opportunity to kill me to put aegon in my stead. he is but a boy, not ready to be king. β words run together a little as if the idea of aegon not having her, or any of them, was near panic inducing.
