𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ─ THE CURSED TWIN
𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧
❝ 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 '𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 my 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❞

❝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 between parents, it is always the children whom suffer most. The children of House Targaryen and House Velaryon were perfect examples. With my mother holding resentment towards my half-sister, Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra, in turn, held a resentment towards her. But it wasn't just my mother and sister who got hurt.

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍, we held no claim to the rival that our parents shared. But yet they still pushed it upon us, and pushed us away from each other. But they couldn't keep my brother away from Aemma Velaryon.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 love affair that they shared in. And it all started with a willow tree. Beneath the low hanging branches they would meet in silent company and soon union.

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 niece were doomed with blood, as for the very same blood that ran through them would soon tear them apart. And yet, they still met beneath the willow.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 not the closest relationship with him, he was my brother, my twin, my other half. My niece, Aemma, brought him happiness throughout his contempt life. They had bent right to each others wind. But unlike the great willow, they bent too far, and soon, they snapped. And so they were they were the first to become the 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘. ❞