"ᴡᴀʀ ɪs ᴀ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ." - Aemma Arryn - GoT | Crossovers - Descriptive writer - Looking for SLs and interactions. RT & share?

She is no monster and she truly hopes Heleana knows it.

"We can get any tart you’d like." She assured, smiling at the girl so she would not longer be upset. "It can be blueberry, strawberry, lemon, you decide."

"But you left me and all I hear is that we need Deamon back while it’s my throne, my dynasty, my father’s wish!" There was a concerned look on her face, her piercing gaze locked with his. "That last thing I need is you to mock me." Her last words were more of a whisper.

JACAERYS, NO!

"We should get some strawberry tart then. Wouldn’t she be sad if we both eat some and she doesn’t?" There was a burden in her heart. Children should never suffer and yet, her son was taken away from her too soon.

"I AM YOUR QUEEN AND YOUR MOTHER AND YOU ARE NOT SHAVING YOUR HEAD!"

Now stop crying.

Shifty eyes.

Your hair doesn’t make you less a Targaryen.

Well, I do.

"I feel like this all is a lost cause."

"Of course we can, we’ll have the three of them if that makes you happy." And Rhaenyra promised herself not to be cruel to the innocent ones. Children often follow their parents’ steps.

"What choice do I have now? Deamon is missing, I have dragons but no one to ride them and if I cannot send my son to death!"

"My opinion does not matter?"

So why are you doubting it?

"If I stop now, I will save countless lives! The only option I have is to attack and I will not be Queen of ashes. I will not allow thousands to die."

She is glad she does.

Are they Targaryens? Are they part of our dynasty so they can judge you?

It’s a quite evening.