[ he watches his half-sister look upon the likenesses of their family, and wonders if he had the same look when he unveiled the painted cloth for the first time. he had taken it upon himself to place it on the wall, requesting only the servants' aid in securing the hooks and the hanging rod. he'd done everything else, from arranging the recessed lights' aim to affixing the tapestry to a curated space. any less felt disrespectful.
and he had spent countless hours sitting in front of it, reclined against a high-backed seat, looking up to their forebears. he sees himself in the severeness of maegor's look, the coolness of visenya's gaze. and he sees his family's features spread across, too; helaena's softness shared with queen alysanne, aegon's boyish charm shared with prince baelon. his and rhaenyra's own mouths painted across several of their father's aunts and uncles, their kinship undeniable.
this is their family. it is their legacy they're fighting over, back home. ]
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and he had spent countless hours sitting in front of it, reclined against a high-backed seat, looking up to their forebears. he sees himself in the severeness of maegor's look, the coolness of visenya's gaze. and he sees his family's features spread across, too; helaena's softness shared with queen alysanne, aegon's boyish charm shared with prince baelon. his and rhaenyra's own mouths painted across several of their father's aunts and uncles, their kinship undeniable.
this is their family. it is their legacy they're fighting over, back home. ]
Is that how you remember our father?