d_generate_girl: New Who - the TARDIS (Default)

"You are cursed, my little dragon," she says in those rich tones. Warm as blood and twice as sweet, his Alys, cradling him in the heart of Black Harren's castle. "None are so accursed as a kinslayer, and you shall be one thrice over. A son for a son, a queen for a queen, until the princes dance. The wyrm awaits you and your rubies, as he once awaited me."

He wants to ask her: will I kill my sister, the bitch who sits on my throne? Lucerys was nothing but his rightful vengeance and Rhaenys cost too dear a price. Daemon... Daemon is an inevitability.

But even Alys cannot see an end to this war, even past his own death.
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