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Rhaenyra saw it all.
The Crown carves its hope from the torn silk of the Vale, but the sun sets forever on a breath far too frail.
A father’s guilt crowns the daughter in gold, as the green tower’s shadow turns bitter and cold.
The Dreamer’s fire yields to a forest of green, as a guilt-born crown haunts a false-hearted Queen.
The sea claims the knight after three shadows fall, as the high tide recedes from the Green's rising wall.
The storm swallows the eye as the hearth-fire dies, and the dragon’s dark plunge is the mother's last ties.
The silver babe slips through the mother’s torn hand, as the dragon’s last roar turns to ash in the sand.
The God-King dives from the eye of the sun, to silence the One-Eyed before the day is done.
Rhaenyra saw it and she screamed.
“Otto my daughter is still young she doesn’t have to think about marriage yet”
“Of course your grace, I merely meant that she narrows down her options”
“Even if she does Ser Otto, Ser Gwayne would not bring much to my daughter standing, while you are a fervent servant of the realm and a loyal friend, it remains a fact that you are second son of non-paramount house, Rhaenyra is the apple of my eye, and when the time comes she will have only the best available husband in the realm”
Otto’s fists clenched at the mention of his station but he took a deep breath and continued speaking with a measured tone
“That is only what the princess deserves your grace, I’m only sayin-“
The king exhausted cut him off
“Enough Otto, I don’t wish to discuss this any further, After Aemma gives birth to my son, sound and healthy, and the affairs of the realm do not –“
The Doors of the chamber were suddenly swung open violently as Ser Westerling came out of breath
“WHAT’S THE MEANING OF THIS, Ser Westerling have you not heard of kn-“
The lord commander cut the hand of the king off as he spoke still out of breath
“hah hah your grace, hah the princess,……the princess”
“RHENYRA, what's with Rhaenyra , speak Ser what happened to my daughter”
The lord commander regained his breath as he spoke
“we don’t know your grace, the guards of her room swore to me she was only sleeping and then she started screaming, they tried calming her down but she’s hysterical, your grace, she keeps and crying and screaming, we didn’t want to disturb the queen this late into her pregnancy so I came running here”
The King swallowed thickly then swiftly took direction towards his daughter’s room
The closer he got to it the clearer the screams.
“Princess please calm down, you’re going to hurt yourself”
Rhaenyra could hear them but her mind couldn’t process it
She could bear the sun leaving, it was not easy but she did it
She barely kept her sanity when The sky took her eye, the sea took her heart, and the pit took what was left of her soul.
But when her God-King falls through the dragon’s red sky, the Queen's final light fades in the blink of his eye.
And thus she screamed, she screamed until she felt herself hoarse, light and sick
Then the doors opened and she saw him
A rotting crown on a hollow king, who traded his blood for a gold-spun wing.
Then the screaming stopped, and the silence felt more eerie then the sound
She looked up at him as he neared and took her in his arms
“Rhaenyra what’s the matter my child, why the horrible screaming”
Even if she felt nothing but emptiness and misery in his arms
Her tears flowed like in rivers and she buried herself in his embrace
“I couldn’t save him father, I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t..”
She kept murmuring
“Who my dear daughter, who would deserve your tears”
But the king of ashes received no answer, as his daughter kept repeating herself like a prayer.
She kept saying it until her eyelids felt heavy, and the realm of darkness welcomed her worry.
The king saw his daughter was asleep, and sighed thinking that it could be a very terrifying nightmare
“tell the maester to prepare something for my daughter to lessen her worries, increase her guards, and keep two maids by her side tonight, I don’t want an insect to get into her rooms without me knowing so”
The king commanded and the servant obeyed with a bow, the king laid his daughter on her bed as he wiped her tears and sighed heavily, he looked toward his hand who looked toward his daughter with a hint of worry, and he smiled thinking of how loyal his friend is.
“Come Ser Otto, let us leave my daughter to her rest, and help me figure it out how to tell aemma about this without worrying her and worsening her condition. “
The King turns his back to the weeping of stars, leaving the Dreamer to rot behind gold-gilded bars.