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kat1473 · 4 months

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"Come back! Even as a shadow,

even as a dream."

- Euripides, Herakles

One shot based on this quote + angsty alicent remembers her old friend comforting her on the anniversary of her(Alicent) mother’s death.

In the rare days such as these, were her children are behaved and as dutiful as she’s pushed them, her husband quietly rotting on his throne and her father alone lost in his grief does she remember rhaenyra in a good way.

On this day every year she allows herself the weakness of remembering her old friend. She remembers when this date had first become an important one. The day her mother died was a nightmare. Even now years later she cannot fully recount the memories of her death nor her funeral.

She remembered flashes and sometimes smells or sights would trigger feelings that would arise which she quickly learned to smother into nothingness. But not today. On this day she will allow her mind to replay the memories of how her friend held her close. Comforting her in her arms as she grieved the loss of her mother.

How she fell asleep in her arms and how for the first time since that loss she had been able to sleep with peace of mind. How she awoke and instead of embarrassment she felt relief at the fact that she had stayed.

She remembered the morning conversation still in each others arms not wanting to let go of each other just yet. She remembered how rhaenyra held her close and helped her dress for her mothers funeral. She remembered the heat raiding from her hands and she helped alicent put on her black dress moving closer to hold her from behind fingers brushing her skin comforting her before stepping back and slowly buttoning up her dress.

Alicent could remember even now how hot the princess breath felt on her face when she turned around to face her. Now as she stood with her eyes closed years later. She tried her best to remember how it felt to be burned by the fire staring down at her, making her face flush, heart flutter and breath catch in her throat. She tried her hardest to remember what it felt like to be brought to life by eyes who didn’t hold the glare brought by harsh memories.

She held her breath because for a brief moment she could feel as her heart beat again. She could feel her chest pounding she could feel the heat coming from her body a warmth spreading fast through her veins she felt as though her lungs would collapse. Her throat felt like a prison where all her unsaid feeling resigned. Her heart pulsing with the reminder of what she’d lost. Yearning for someone so close yet so far.

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kat1473 · 4 months

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“if you don’t love me..why are you still here?”

A/N: Another angsty rhalicent One- shot. Mothers are fighting💔 Felt like this is what their fight would’ve been like a least a lil. love me a good argument between besties 👯

Summary: Rhaenyra finds out about alicent and (Her father) The king and flips out.

Warnings: angst, swear words, arguing, slight slut shamming(heat of the moment), religious ideology, begging, blood, mean rhaenyra(js been betrayed), sad alicent, suicidal ideation

Word Count: 1k

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Rhaenyra knew this would happen. Deep down she knew. She could feel how her once beloved friend was pulling away. How in the months following her mothers death Rhaenyra was left alone not only by her father but also by her friend while they enjoyed each others company uncaring of the betrayal they had been committing.

The princess could feel her heart lighting aflame burning her from the inside; when she had heard of her father’s plan to marry her only friend. The only comfort and solace she’d found during those harsh times now tainted by the knowledge of their betrayal.

She could never look at her the same. Never feel the same. Her heart once filled with love and affection for someone she had considered innocent. Untouched by the ambitions of the iron throne; filled with an intense rage that compelled the princess to flea the counsel room as fast as she her stuttering legs and pacing heart could take her.

She could feel the suffocating sensation of her lungs burning with the need to take in more air. Her skin feeling itchy and damp under the golden dress with red accents she wore. Her eyes were blurry when she arrived to her chambers; Ears muffled only hearing the harsh beating of her heart as she tried to take in as much air as possible.

Loud fast paces following her interrupted her blazing thoughts as the princess turned to find the very person who’s caused it all. Every harsh breath. Every harsh thump of her heart. Every tear that fell. The one she could blame stood before her. “How could you!” She yelled voice vibrating off the stone walls of the red keep.

“Rhaenyra please…” Alicents brown eyes filled with anxious tears while her hands tore as each other drawing blood as she begged her once friend for understanding. For the chance to explain herself. “What! What could you possibly have to say to explain yourself.” The princess gave her no such chance.

“How could you possibly explain how you’ve used me and my position to get what you wanted.” The dragon princess moved closer her red eyes burning with the might of a thousand flames as her chest rose with furious intensity. “Tell me! Tell me how you’ve whored yourself out to my father, while pretending to be my friend using my idiotic heart to get one step closer to the iron throne.”

The hightower lady flinched at the harsh words too stunned to respond as the dragon blew its harsh flames at her, suffocating her with both hurt and hate. The hightower could Only compose herself enough to choke out, “I had no choice, Rhaenyra! Please.” Tears now openly falling from her face as she bit her cracked lips enough to draw blood; the sight only serving to entice the dragon in its attack in need for a taste. If she could not have her love Rhaenyra thought as her gaze saw the red substance pool out. Then she would have her blood.

“I trusted you! I believed you! I loved you; and you’ve betrayed me in the worst of ways.” The princess now yelling as she stepped closer to her only friend watching as she cried and tore at her hands as she’s seen her do thousands of times.

This time her being the cause and instead of feeling guilt the dragon allowed it to fuel the flames inside ready for another strike. She could feel the heat coming from herself especially now during the chilling evenings of spring.

She could feel as the fire inside her begged to be fed. She could feel the flames dance with anger and grief at this betrayal. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She blew her dragon flame; Needing Alicent to feel the same burning flames that were thrust upon her veins burying her alive in the heat. Needing her to feel the same pain caused by the hell they’ve been thrust upon.

“I hate you.” She sneered eyes filled with so much rage as the girl stood across from her bleeding and crying unable to move, breathe, let alone look away as the moment she’d been dreading had been thrust upon her.

Alicent desperate tearing at her hands with tears running down her face felt as though the sky was falling. She could feel it as clear as day. The father is coming for her. To tear her down for this betrayal; deccending from the gods to crush her mortal self as punishment for this injustice.

Alicent threw herself to her knees grasping at any bit of salvation as she could feeling the fabric of her only friend’s dress. Not daring to look up at the shadow that was formed by the princess looming over her. She looked at the material in her hands instead.

Red. she could see the red threads running through the dress creating a new form of dragons on the fabric. Red. She could see her bloodied fingers grasping desperately at what she could no longer call hers. Red. She could feel her knees scraping against the hard stone floors wet with the thick substance of blood. Red. That’s all she saw in the eyes of her old friend red with fury at her actions. “please…please please just let me explain rhae-“ she choked.

“Do not speak my name!” Red blazing fire burned her head to toe, she could feel the flames consume her. “Please princess. I beg of you.” Red. She could feel the blood in her flushed face no doubt snot and tears staining it as she tried to beg for forgiveness with eyes red and panicked.

Looking for anything any semblance of mercy left in the princesses gaze. Only to find nothing there. She could not see the princess she once knew; she only saw a dragon. One with its mouth wide open ready to set aflame and devour anything in its way…..

Alicent was left alone bloodied and on her knees staring up at the blazing sun the shadowy figure had revealed when it left. The soft breeze drying the tears that stained her face as she sat there feeling as though time had stopped and the world had ended. She could not move. Could not breathe. Could not think. All she could do was sit there on her knees and wait for death to finally kiss her. As her old friend once had.

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kat1473 · 2 months

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“We want our leaders to save the day. But we don’t get a say in what they trade away.”

A/N: I wrote this while watching this scene so this is what I think went through alicents mind during this scene.

Summary: Alicent tells Otto how viserys “claimed” to have told her, he wished for Aegon to be King.

Warnings: Mention of death, Violent thoughts, Manipulation, Angry Alicent, Religious ideals, Slut shaming, Abusive thoughts, Gruesome descriptions of violent death

Word Count: 912

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She pushed away any thoughts of the princess she once called friend. Focusing her thoughts on how that princess held no virtue or value to the iron throne. Shamelessly parading her bastard sons around court without a care or consequence of what that might say. She could feel her blood begin to boil with something akin to jealousy along with disgust. The knott in the pit of her stomach slowly twisting and turning around her grief, shaping her hatred clouding her mind. She waited in the quiet as her father Otto walked in and stood in front of her; waiting to hear what she had called him here to say.

A sharp breath broke the silence, her delayed brain barely recognizing her own voice, “I saw him last night…”

“Before he..” The words caught in her throat as flashes crossed her mind of what Rhaenyra might do to her children if she were to accend. Violent images of her three sons being burned and fed to dragons while her sweet daughter screams mixed with her own. The princess only leaving them alive long enough to suffer this loss before turning them to the flames. Tears welled up at just the thought. She could not begin to imagine want if would be to experience. The all too familiar monster of paranoia twisted around her throat and choking the life out of her. Time is running out. She needed to act fast if she was to prevent these dreams into becomimg reality. She closed her eyes and prayed to the smith for the strength needed to defy a kings word. Prayed to the warrior for the courage needed to protect her children. Prayed to the seven gods in which she devoured her life to.

A long pause the room filling with tension so thick one could slice it with the sharp of a blade.

She opened her eyes and faced the familiar face of a man she’s believed all her life. A man who she believed always wanted what was best for her. The man she called father was the very same man, who led her to her doom and to this path of destruction and war. The very same man whom she had no choice but to trust, she has no one left. No one by her side but the crow on her shoulder cawing and reminding her of her duty. Her duty to the realm and duty to her children. Not to someone she could no longer call friend or even acquaintance. Someone who from this day on could only ever be her enemy. She had to purify any other thought of Rhaenyra from her mind. Or it would leave her burning alive.

Quickly her lips moved faster than her mind could keep up, “He told me he wished for aegon to be king.”

Those words echoed in Alicents mind as they did the quiet room, in which her father sat moving forward in shock at what she’d said. These words. alicent did not know; would be the beginning of a dance, one filed with flame and fury. one which once started could not end until death.

“It is the truth.” Alicent looked down into her lap where her hand were, only now seeing the blood the stained them through the blurriness of her eyes filling with tears. She could hear the sharp breathing of her father as he leaned forward his eyes looking for her own. “Uttered with his own lips.” Black accusing eyes meeting brown ones filled with unshed tears, Alicent nearly broke then and there. Her fathers stare quickly turning her into the little helpless girl who could do not but what her father wanted; staying the dutiful daughter. Despite how far she’s risen.

She quickly raises her head and reminds herself that she has risen high enough to never be helpless again. She risen higher then even her father, the hand, as wife to the king.

A king who lay dead.

She faltered for a second as the taunting voice slithered in her mind in a menacing whisper. She spoke quickly before she lost her nerve.

“His last words to me and I was the only one to hear it.” Alicent knew her claims were far from believable. Even her father, she knew would not believe her. But it did not matter the reason. Those who believed Aegon to be the rightful heir will cling to these words spoken from her mouth. The green queen has grown used to beautifully twisting the truth into what she deluded herself into believing, so that she may move forward without guilt.

“And now he’s dead.” Her eyes turned sharp at those last words spoken as Otto stared in silence understanding that finally his daughter had come to see things as he intended. With the final nail in the coffin the green motioned their plan to enthrone the young prince.

“Alicent had taken advantage of her father, the hand’s, thirst for power. His need to control the crown, and fed him a story of and old dying king who declared to only her on his death bed that; Her first-born son Aegon should be king. During the small counsel called a day after the kings death the same story was told to a vat of power hungry lords who had no choice but to believe the doweger queen whether they thought she told the truth is of little matter, especially when she had brought to the counsels attention how; No one else was in the room where it happened.”

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