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#Rhaenys and lucerys both came to the wrong conclusion
sleeplessdreamer123 · 11 months
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Prompt Idea! (Lucemond or not, where Rhaenys has dark hair, and comforts little Luke((and a bit of Luke misunderstanding))
A lot has happened in a span of days. Her daughter died, leaving behind her granddaughters, scared and alone. Then at the day of her funeral, her dragon was stolen, by her cousin's second family, and now, her son burned, so much so he was unrecognizable. She has grieved, her heart shattered multiple times, but she needed to pick up the pieces. She cannot afford to falter. She needed to watch over the family left behind. Her granddaughters needed guidance, and her grandsons are still reeling from the shock, her own husband seemed to have aged years in mere days, and she knows she too, must be quite the sight, eyes still red, but she gathered herself.
She first visited her granddaughters, whose tears could fill rivers. Their mother's dragon was taken, their closest connection to her, gone, stolen. She needed to console them as they felt they have lost their mother twice over.
Then she went to check up on her grandsons. Jacaerys was nowhere to be found, but Lucerys was there, sniffling in a secret corner, hand tightly holding the seahorse.
When he saw her, it seemed to make it worse, as he began crying louder, despite his attempts to silent himself by covering his own mouth. She sighed, kneeling, gathering him in her arms, and holding him, allowing him to cry as long as he could.
When his cries turned to sniffles, she gently petted his hair. When he spoke, his question angered her. He asked if he was allowed to cry for Laenor. When she told him that of course he could. He was their father, a good man, it would be stranger if they wouldn't cry for him. Then he whispered, what if I'm not his son? Could I still mourn for him?
Rhaenys frowned at this. She asked where he heard of such accusations. She wasn't surprise to hear that the brat who stole her daughter's dragon was the same one who dared spout nonsense. She refuted it vehemently. He is the son of Laenor, her son's son, her sweet grandchild. There was no doubt of it.
Then he started spouting more nonsense. His hair, his eyes, his nose, not a single one seemed to be from Laenor. She knew his doubts were strong, so she changed tactic.
She lifted a piece of her hair, and a piece of his, inspected it thoroughly. Then she gave a small smile. She told him that their hair seems to be of the same hue, of the same color. She told him that it must be that her Baratheon blood was stronger than his Targaryen and Velaryon blood, to be able to produce such beautiful dark hair three times. As for the eyes and nose, she inspected him, and she looked at her worriedly. She then nodded, as if affirming something.
She told him that she would know his eyes and nose anywhere. It seems it wasn't just her blood that was stronger than those from Valyria. She told him that he had he bore the resemblance of his other grandmother, Aemma Arryn. He was a bit skeptical, so she told him, once they enter Dragonstone, to look for her portrait. Even he wouldn't believe how much they look alike.
Though hesitant, he nodded, and all seems fine for now. Then he asked if his uncle truly believed he was a bastard, as he called him. Rhaenys simply told him that they believe that his mother's position blocked their own, and they didn't appreciate that. She told him that sometimes people would do anything, even spread lies about a person, if they're jealous of them.
Then Lucerys, even more hesitantly told her something that made her blood run cold.
"Aemond told me that I would burn just like my father. But father was still alive when he told me that. Then he died, burning...."
Rhaenys was silent, but the implications were clear. Aemond knowing about what has happened before it happened meant that he has overheard it from somewhere, and he was confident enough to threaten her grandson the way he did, meaning he trusted his source. Though they continue to spread lies, she knows that the greens don't even know if their lies are true as long as it was spread. She might still need more clarification, need to make sure her guesses were true, but as of now, she has a new target for her rage.
Hightowers.
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Writing this before entering the University because it doesn't have great signal before the start of my classes (I have screwed up priorities😅)
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