a mother who had to choose and an ironic meeting

AN: here we see a slight green checkin. Though only one truly matters.

We also see the beginning of the most ironic relationship ever. I like to laugh. Hope you do too :))

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Kings landing, RED KEEP, 130 AC

HELANNA

'Choose'

'Your mother chose you boy,'

Those are all the words I remember.

All i can see is little jae, his tiny form never to move again. And the blood.

So much blood.

As I'm about to retch again my mothers tired, angry voice fills my ears, "Helanna, it's time to see aemond be crowned. We must show unity."

In truth she sounds as dead as me. For any mother who loses a child knows.

But I don't respond. Too worried am I about what will happen should I voice my real thoughts on aemond.

Twas his fault jaehaerys' head left his body.

Twas his fault Maelor looks at me like I'm the stranger given form. For what mother chooses?

What other choice did I have?

I'm broken from my musing again by my mothers voice, "Helanna! I know this is hard but….."

My dragon anger ignited at those words. Hard? Hard? I had to choose! All because my family wanted the throne. The throne my father always said was Rhaenyras.

I didn't hate my sister. Her husband on the other hand.....

But not my sister. For there was nothing anyone could say to convince me she had knowledge of such a thing.

She herself was going through the same thing. If In a different way.

But a son is a son. And losing one makes one lose part of yourself.

That's why I say the words my mother balks at while trying to figure out where my energy came from.

"Enough! I will not go see the kinslayer crowned. For he is the very essence of the issue. Had he not lost control of his emotions and killed lucerys we might have had time to come to a reasonable conclusion.

Instead, since aegon died, aemond has been doing nothing but searching for some damn dragon seed!

So, forgive me, MOTHER" Isay with such venom that smoke comes out of my mouth.

"But the day I go watch him be crowned is the day white walkers embrace men in friendship."

Turning around I stroll out of the garden to my chamber i share with my children.

But what I find in there makes me almost scream if not for the hand that covered my mouth.

Two more assassins were in my room.

Wearing hoods of black and white and masks on their face. The one in front of me holds both my children. Who seem to be asleep. I think the worst.

My mind goes back to the night I lost jae. I beg. "Please don't make me choose, please."

The broken sound of my voice makes even the two stoic men hesitate.

The one behind me speaks in a calm voice, "do you want to leave this place?"

His words sound like the music of gods to my heartbroken ears.

I nod. Not expecting what comes next.

I'm scooped up in a princess carry while the man in a Valyrian steel mask speaks to me while touching my neck with his fingers.

"Forgive me. But you must not see where we go." And with a push on my neck I feel myself fall into unconsciousness.

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For what feels like a fortnite I'm in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I register food and drink being carefully out into my mouth.

I worry about my children. But everytime I feel I have enough energy to move I find darkness again until the cycle repeats.

All this comes to a stop as my blurry eyes finally take In the fact that I'm on a ship.

Looking in the corner I see jaehaerra and maelor speaking to one of the men in white.

They look more at ease than I've seen in moons.

A voice beside me breaks my thoughts. "Welcome, lady Helanna to Sparta."

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BRAVOS, the narrow sea, 130 AC

DAVON

Although going to the home of black and white is not my idea of fun after encountering one of their members, bravos is the only free city I feel safe in right now. As well as has regular ships going to westeros.

As I come into the 'hidden city' as it was called for a century. I can't help But wonder about what lord otherys said to arthur when he learned his name.

'Father of the titan? Like the one who protects bravos?'

'Liberator of bravos?' I thought they had escaped centuries ago from old Valyria?

My musing is broken as the captain of the ship I wanted to ride upon that was heading to Dragonstone.

(It's your lucky day my man. You just rented the last cabin.)

I thank him and receive my key.

Moving towards the passenger section I'm struck speechless.

For coming out of the room adjacent to mine own is the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on.

Beautiful red hair and eyes. Though of a different shade to lord Valhalla. Her red robes named her a red witch.

But I find I don't care. For how can one so beautiful even exist?

I've been around targaryens a lot. And while they are ethereal, it feels unnatural. Unattainable. This women however is perfect.

She walks like she's not important but anyone with decent eyes can see that to be false.

In a daze I follow her to the mess hall.

She gets a bowl of the simple soup from the cook and sits down beside the brazier. Almost too close.

For if even a thread of those long robes catches she'll go up like the wildfyre shows lord Arthur gave to me.

Although I still don't know how such a thing is made. Lord Arthur was a private man by nature. But I've never seen him more vicious about something than keeping the process of wildfyre secret.

I decide I can't ignore what I feel when looking at the women.

I walk up and sit across from her. Those ruby eyes flick to mine before going back to the flame.

I sigh and introduce myself. "My lady? My name is davon. If you don't mind me asking, why are you looking into the brazier?"

She looks at me and speaks with a smile now that she's taken me in fully, "I am milissandre of asshai. And i look to the fire because the night is dark and full of terror."