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@spearandsand hit the like for a starter
Eddard took a deep breath, his own sister’s bones were already on their way to Winterfell, as was Jon and his wetnurse. There was one last thing to do, something that he knew no one else would be willing to do, something that if not for it being Ned asking, Robert would not have allowed. Now, he had the remains of two princesses and a prince with him as he sailed into the harbor.
Seeing the shadow city below Sunspear for the first time was utterly breathtaking, such a sprawling expanse. He could not help but wonder how many people lived within and if Prince Doran knew many of them. He wished that he did not have remains to return, that the children and their mother could be returned safely to their family. The Martells had lost just as much in this war as the Starks in this war, but their loss he could not help but wonder if it was worse.
Ned felt like his breath had left his lungs when he saw Oberyn waiting, the young man could only be the Prince after all. The other man should have been getting his sister and her children returned safely, and instead their killers were allowed to run free and unpunished. The Northerner hated the injustice of it all even more.
“Your highness...”
@righteousmen liked for a starter and gets Aegon II for Helaena with angst because I was given permission and left unsupervised
No, no, no, no, no. This cannot be. Aegon raced up the steps, skipping two or three at a time to speed his ascent. He kept repeating under his breath, "This can't be real, it can't." as he ran. His heart was in his throat and he felt as if he was going to be sick. He had immediately ran for the children's room the moment he had be told. His son, blood of his blood, his child...
He tore open the door to the room where his children slept and violet eyes go wide as tears well in them. The sound of wet dripping, eyes slowly following the crimson droplets that were the source. Aegon was not prepared for the sight that awaited, the little body in his son's bed... without a head. The king fell to his knees as a cry left him, loud and incoherent, the sound of grief that could not be spoken into words, more the sound of a dragon than a man.
The world was a blur around him, the sounds around him muffled as he stumbled to his feet. He was uncertain when he had cradled his son's body, when he had crawled the distance from where he had fallen to Jaehaerys's bed. Servants moved out of his way as he walked numbly through the keep, to where he knew not. He hadn't even realized that he made his way to his mother's chambers until he laid eyes upon Helaena.
He knelt beside where she sat on the floor, his voice hoarse from his screaming. "Did they hurt you or Jaehaera?"