𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧.

𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢. 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞́𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫

A/N: Content warning: vanilla and not public - wow - sex, not really detailed, but still. Jaelina being crybabes, is that a right warning??? And the translation of the chapter is "Free yourself, my love".

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'I don't believe this cunt in the slightest!'

'Calm down, father. Maester told us–'

'He is right, how could it be–'

Aelina hissed, hands covering her ears as she breathed out and in, the noises from the nearest room, being too loud to endure. She felt like a kid again, her family arguing over stupidest things on the dinner evenings, while she and Aemond were sinking in their chairs, pretending not to exist.

It was three hours after returning back, Alicent being locked and carefully examined by three healers and the Maester, all saying as one that her state was nothing more than a premature dementia that was caused by some unknown fever. And that was the reason why all of them were arguing now. Aelina and Aemond were with them at first, but the louder the others got, jumping down each other's throats, the more useless it seemed, their presence.

Aemond was sitting next to his sister, glance darkened and face gloomy as he watched at his own boots persistently. Opening her ears back, Aelina asked carefully:

'Are you okay?'

Aemond shrugged.

'I was planning to speak with her. To look in her eyes before everything else happens, try to see if she is regretting. But when I did, she didn't recognise me.'

'She called me a knight,' Aelina huffed, clutching his arm with both of her hands, putting cheek on his shoulder. 'That is the nicest thing she ever called me.'

He snickered at her, shaking his head.

No matter what they wanted to ask they would hardly get the answer, wouldn't they? But after all... Aelina didn't remember getting answers from her even in the sane state.

'How long do you think they will continue this grotesque?'

'My head starts to ache worse than it ever did that much they are annoying,' Aemond answered, wincing at the sound of hand slamming the table. 'Funnily enough, I don't remember them ever arguing so much in the past.'

The corners of Aelina's lips rose when she spoke:

'Mother would be so pleased to hear this.'

They both laughed quietly, sounds instantly being muffled by the screechings of tables and chairs, the steps growing louder. When the doors opened, it was Rhaenyra, who left first, and after her everybody else moved, the same sulked expressions on their faces.

'I am planning to talk with her,' Rhaenyra exclaimed. 'I do know that she is not in the best state of mind, yet, I will try to ask for Aegon. Both of you, sister and brother, are coming with me.'

Aelina caught, somehow, Jacaerys's apologising stare.

'...Okay.' Aemond answered, not understanding why this offer suddenly sounded so solemn.

Was she waiting for their refusal?

'Let's not lose time, then.'

The room where Alicent was imprisoned was much nicer than the one where she was living before, though, the enormous windows were replaced by a little one, on the very top of the wall, so she wouldn't kill herself in an attempt to run away from them; a logical move.

Alicent herself was lying on the bed, cheek against the pillow, eyes half-closed. When the door opened, she shuddered, but hid her face even more.

Rhaenyra and Aelina both stopped close to the door, allowing Aemond to see Alicent her first. After all, she was her favourite - might as well be a good influence on her mind. However, Aelina wasn't sure that allowing him to be close to their mother with this fire in his eye, is the right choice.