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Baela is here. As is our least favoured of Alicent's children. Be wary, Rhaenyra.

[ what an eventful day. ]

Our sons intend to fight to yield on the morrow.

[ everyone said he can't murder so he's just going to be extremely annoying. ]

Mandia. Have you broken fast?

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My sympathies, Rhaenyra, for your losses.

[ After his resurrection; ]

Prūmia. I swore that I would never leave your side, and my word will be kept.

Dinner with me. Tonight.

( this is not intended for his mother, far from it, but he doesn’t notice that he’s sent it to an unintended recipient when he tosses his phone aside on the bed. )

Mandia. I know we do not agree on most things, but in the interest of peace — there is a tapestry in my possession now that you might like to see. It bears our family's lineage, from Aenar to Jaehaera, with portraits well-painted.

Will you come?

Mother. I must speak with you in person. Somewhere no other may overhear, our hosts included.

[ On Christmas Eve, the manor staff kindly deliver the gifts Alicent prepared for family and friends.

— Inside an ornate hat box, Rhaenyra will find the crown of Viserys Targaryen.
— The envelope attached by a gold ribbon bears no name, but smells of Alicent’s perfume.

Dearest Rhaenyra,
I have written and discarded several letters now, as I have with all our correspondence. Words seem inadequate, don’t they, for all that we have experienced together and apart.

I requested this when my team won the werewolf game, knowing even then it was not for myself but for you. For even when your father forgot me, he remembered the daughter he loved best. And even when I acted against your interests, I could not forget you.

It is hard to say why I have waited two turns of the moon now to share this with you. We have both been waylaid by our families since arriving, as we will always be. I cannot abandon my sons any more than you can forsake yours.

And yet I am sorry, for the mistakes I have made and harm I have done. I meant it truly and without reservation when I said you would make a fine queen.

I think of you often. And even when I am not thinking of you, I am trying to keep myself from it, which is much the same thing — don’t you think?

Yours,
Alicent

hi. you don't know me. i'm embry. alicent's friend. i know you as her princess. i died a few months ago, right before the werewolf games started. and when i did, alicent made sure the person i loved the most wasn't alone in his grief. i could count on one hand the number of people who even knew what he meant to me. she was one of the few people here i trusted. what she did meant everything to me. i want to repay the favor. i don't know if the number of people she trusted is even less than mine, but i know what it's like to stand beside someone and still have an ocean separating you. i know. it should be you with her right now. i'm sorry that it can't be. i'm sorry that no one else can know. i can't compare to her in any life, but if you want to go somewhere, if you want to talk, if you just want me to stand at the door while you yell at me to feel better, i'm here. i'm here for whatever you need.

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( it is rare he finds his own name day overshadowed by something he is sure to shake his family, but in a place like this Jace understands there is little in their control. they are all left to react, to roll with punches and support one another when grief strikes. even if, truth be told, he can summon little for the dead in this case. despite that he drew breath again and lived during werewolf because Alicent asked for it.

he aches for his mother instead, for what is lost to her with a dear friend taken. ) Your continued friendship is not one I can claim to always understand, nor support, I am grieve for the ache this loss brings to you. If there is anything you need, mother, I am a shoulder you can lean on. Let us not hide from each other when we most need support.

[ Left on their shared bed are a series of gifts:

🐉 a necklace, in a red box with black ribbon.
🐉 a matching ring, because that's his wife baby!!
🐉 one cute little dragon toy, because why not. it's cute. she might like it.
🐉 the silhouettes that emmrich got him, placed on their bedside.

There's no note, but does there need to be? ]

Where are you.

Rhaenyra? Sister.

It's Helaena.

[She pauses. Jace said that Rhaenyra would like to hear from her, but it feels-- awkward. She's never had a problem with Rhaenyra herself, but it feels weird to try and consider herself queen with her. Was this how others had felt with Rhaenys? Well, maybe not. That had been different. Rhaenyra would rule in her own right, after all. Helaena was simply attached to the actual problem.]

I have a warning for you. Will you hear it?

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Mother. Where are you? (He returned to the library, the small little nook they have gathered to shelter from the perils, and could not find her. Which is very concerning at times like this where it feels as if Aegon's dream is come to life, as if he'd spoken it into existence here. Jacaerys finds he feels the same anxiety he'd felt in the days she had been gone, when the council was unaware she'd gone to King's Landing. )

Has my daughter told you of her dragon dreams?

Mother. ( Don't mind him just having a very parental tone with his own mother. ) Why are you, Daemon, and Alicent in consideration for anything akin to a relationship?

What wine do you think pairs well with a sister you never knew you had.

Different pairing from the bitter soon-to-be ex-wife, the scandalized son, or the breakable brother?

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