[ When Aegon dies, head twisted and blood blossoming beneath, Sunfyre's screams ricochet through King's Landing, heard over the festivities. The band plays louder.
Nobody notices the absence of the first and second son from the great hall, that the bride sits by herself, fiddling with her cape, the colors of the Targaryen and Hightower houses.
And nobody finds it suspicious when Aemond slips, silent, back into his seat.
But Helaena does.
She turns to him when the clamor goes up, hands cupped over her ears. Her eyes aren't accusatory, but they are knowing. ]
He always thought he could fly.
[ Said simply, quietly.
In the clamor, as the queen howls and the king yells and the women weep, she reaches for him. His hands shake in hers. She folds his reedy body into hers.
Thank you, she whispers in his ear.
Overnight, second son becomes first son. Spare to heir. Queen Alicent finds the proposition by Otto Hightower to remarry Helaena to her other brother reprehensible. So soon after Aegon's death, his body barely cold when he utters those clinical words.
She holds her only daughter near and nearer, clutched by grief and paranoia. An accident, it's said, but she doesn't believe it. She sees enemies everywhere.
Under the cover of night, her younger brother comes to the princess, slipping through the secret hideaways. Eventually, they find him there, in her bed, laying together, clothed and innocent. It doesn't stop either, in spite of the ear cuffs and the lectures.
Right until the queen sends the princess away. All the way to Oldtown, where she's raised in the sept, happier there than she was in the Red Keep. Here, it is peaceful, she tells him, when she picks up a quill. She just wishes he was there with her. ]
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Nobody notices the absence of the first and second son from the great hall, that the bride sits by herself, fiddling with her cape, the colors of the Targaryen and Hightower houses.
And nobody finds it suspicious when Aemond slips, silent, back into his seat.
But Helaena does.
She turns to him when the clamor goes up, hands cupped over her ears. Her eyes aren't accusatory, but they are knowing. ]
He always thought he could fly.
[ Said simply, quietly.
In the clamor, as the queen howls and the king yells and the women weep, she reaches for him. His hands shake in hers. She folds his reedy body into hers.
Thank you, she whispers in his ear.
Overnight, second son becomes first son. Spare to heir. Queen Alicent finds the proposition by Otto Hightower to remarry Helaena to her other brother reprehensible. So soon after Aegon's death, his body barely cold when he utters those clinical words.
She holds her only daughter near and nearer, clutched by grief and paranoia. An accident, it's said, but she doesn't believe it. She sees enemies everywhere.
Under the cover of night, her younger brother comes to the princess, slipping through the secret hideaways. Eventually, they find him there, in her bed, laying together, clothed and innocent. It doesn't stop either, in spite of the ear cuffs and the lectures.
Right until the queen sends the princess away. All the way to Oldtown, where she's raised in the sept, happier there than she was in the Red Keep. Here, it is peaceful, she tells him, when she picks up a quill. She just wishes he was there with her. ]