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mothers knew their children in a way no one else ever could. that much was true. but in alyssaβs experience, mothers were also terribly skilled at missing the truth of them.
they believed that because they had carried their children, birthed them, fed them, soothed them, and β
β β β people say mothers knows everything, but she believed grand β mothers knew much more, that was no different for alyssa targaryen, the elder woman could have not spent more than days with her but sensed what was wrong.
β I stood no chance at all. I could not let them win. β
her lips pressed together, the smile fading into something more thoughtful.
β you did not have that to build your resilience, β she said gently. β so it is harder for you. β
her gaze lingered, not unkindly.
β you must β
β you are not listening to me, β alyssa growled.
she pulled back from his grasp as though his touch had burned her. for a moment, it felt treacherous to allow him to comfort herβnot when they were speaking of this. not when the matter before them concerned the futures of β
a smile adorned his lips upon her parting of their forms. baelon watched his wife close, mulling over their sons, their lives, their legacies.
who might daemon marry .α£
who might just be equally if not as hot tempered as their younger son .α£
there might just be someone &&
β difference between duty and love, between obedience and desire. β her expression faltered for only a second before hardening once more. β viserys is nowhere near old enough. neither is daemon. β
she looked at baelon then, truly looked at him, as though willing him to feel β