You walked into the red keep with minor difficulty, Aemond, Daemon, Jacaerys, and some knights sworn to Rhaerya by your side. No one dared challenge Vhagar, Careraxes, or a wild dragon.
The Kingsguard tried to stop you but were called back by Otto
"Otto, Alicent you will bend the knee to Queen Rhaenyra of Dragonstone rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, or die," you said
"I will never bend my knee to a woman or take orders from a woman in pants," Hightower spat
"That unfortunate," you said looking down a smile tugging on your lips, "you, Alicent?"
She looks down and then at her father, you cross your arms
"I know you never wanted this, to be queen. Do what you want, not what he wants," you urged her
Aemond looks at you impressed by your persuasiveness
"Will my grandchildren be safe, Helaena?" she asks
"Of course," You said
"Then- Then I will bend the knee," she says
"Then you will be spared," you smiled, "Bring me Otto Hightower's head."
Daemon quickly took out his sword the few KingsGuard quickly went to protect The hand, you made it quickly through the forthcoming chaos, to Alicent
"Come with me, I'll bring you to safety," you said
she took your arm with a worried face, You began pulling her through the halls and downstairs.
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The loud clanking and grunts of Aemond drew your attention slightly, you watched as Aemond struck another guard through the heart, how the body fell to the ground, and how the breath Aemond let out blew his hair from his face. It was hot as fuck
Criston Cole took his blade and sliced Jace's calves causing him to drop to the floor in pain. His face contorted in pain as he lay on the ground, trying to get up but unable to.
You were right behind and took a blade from the ground, ever so quickly, and quietly making your way to the armored man, glaring over his body. You shoved the sword through the small opening in Criston's armor, piercing his own heart, from behind. He faltered and weakly coughed up blood. His once lively brown eyes filled with spite now nothing but death as the crimson color poured out of him, you removed the sword and pushed him aside, and looking down as Jace
Otto who was still very much alive, Aemond looked at you impressed, and you took the sword, twirling it in your hand. You stared down Otto as you made your way to him
"Your lucky you survived this long," you told him
each step you took was full of purpose as you charged towards Otto who tried to back away in fear but unfortunately for him, he was trapped in a corner. You rose your sword, slashing through the air as it sliced Otto Hightower's head from his body, The blood sprayed on your face as his body fell
you kept the emotionless look on your face as you turned, your gaze returned to the men, fighting for our queen. You glance over the men, only for your eyes to see Aemond getting stabbed. Aemond had been left battling the last guard you saw was the bloodied silver leaving his body.
You lunged forward, charging down the steps. You flew over the bodies on the floor, stopping behind the man who taunted Aemond. Aemond was clutching the wound as blood poured out, his sword still raised. The guard had not noticed You behind him, nor had he heard You coming.
He noticed Aemond's eyes shift behind him but not quick enough, you had stabbed the sullied blade through his throat. He dropped his sword and you kicked the back on his knee, his weakening falling as crimson felt his throat. You pull out the sword making him bleed out faster.
You looked at Aemond, your face and eyes softening.
"Aemond," you said kneeling in front of him
Aemond coughed, blood pouring from his mouth, his eye now contorted in concern as he collapsed into your arms, He holding onto you
"Bring the maesters!" You command
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You paced back and forth in front of the brown doors, You scratched at the exposed skin on your neck nervously
"Y/n, please, my son is he.." Alicent began but the lump in her throat stopped her, the tears welling in her eyes again
"I couldn't tell you, they won't even let me in," you said
she held your hands, "I'm sorry for how I've treated you and how I allowed the court to treat you."
"That is the past now."
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You stared at your husband's pale face. His silver hair was now free of blood but stained pink, no longer wearing his fighting leathers. His face looked peaceful, with no furrowed brows or scowls. You held his face, a tear fell from your eye landing on his cheek, You placed your forehead against his.
"My love, my life," you said quietly
you placed a kiss on his lips, then sat solemnly in the chair beside him taking his hand. The measters guaranteed one thing to you, he was alive just unconscious, and every so often you place a hand on his chest to make sure his heart still thumped against his chest
You looked into your lap as tears fell, like a never-ending storm. Then you looked at your hand feeling his thumb graze against the back of your palm comfortingly.
"Aemond?" you said as quietly as a mouse
He nodded weakly and your body jumped to hug him, you did so gently to not cause him pain. He moved his hand to move hair from your face
"You idiot, you idiot," you mumbled
"ñuha hūra," he said (my moon)
"ñuha vēzos," you said (my sun)
you kissed him and he kissed back weakly, You pressed your forehead into him and he held your face, he whipped away your tears.
"I have to tell you something," you told quietly
"What?" He said
"I knew if I told you earlier that you wouldn't have let me fight," you said
You pulled away and looked at him, his eye searched your face, and when he found the answer he placed a hand on your belly. you nodded, and a smile graced his features.
"kesīr māzigon īlva qēlossās," you said (here come our stars)