‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓣𝒉𝒆 𝓛𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 ❝ ℒet the 𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘 fly that the realm may know the 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 is dead & their t̵ɾ̵u̵e̵ 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 is coming home to reclaim his 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊. ❞ ⠀⠀

“Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

ᅠ ⠀⠀     ⟢    𝖋𝐢͟𝐫͟𝐞͟    𝐢𝐧    𝐡𝐢𝐬    𝖑𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬    ╱   𝖋u͜͡𝐫𝐲    𝐢𝐧    𝐡𝐢𝐬    𝖛𝖊𝐢𝐧𝖘 . ᅠ⠀⠀

"Is that what you think? Well, wait a minute..."

Contrary to the endless tales Ivanna had heard of the young king, he seemed kind and open—almost courteous in the way he made certain she did not stumble on the steps. The thought alone was enough to draw a smile to the lioness’s lips. How easily one could be misled about -

⠀ ❛ 𝒯his conflict won’t end as long as you sits on the throne. I doubt she’ll step down. ❜ Each side was stubborn and power-hungry. No one would bow in the fight for the throne. ⠀

⠀ “ i am not cruel, nor am i stupid. what war will this end .ᐣ maybe of the realm, but not within this forsaken family. ” he spitted out, her eyes welling with tears with remembrance of what used to be. ⠀

“I suppose that’s good. You ought to trust the person you’re married to.” She hums; looking out at the trees with a soft smile. “It’s beautiful here.”

She nods softly as she takes his hand, Curtseying deeply. An honour like this was sure to please her brothers. “I would be glad to, your grace.”

Death, probably. Have they embroidered your shroud yet, sir?

If Aemond had taken the throne, things would indeed have been very different. But now, Aegon could not bring himself to imagine such a scenario... He was king and that was all that mattered. Reality trumped any imaginary scenario. “ Why should I always listen to you, when you +