( As much as she would like to deny it, Alicent wasn't the most attentive mother regarding her children's interests. She had little desire when it came to Aemond's obsession with dragons and getting his own ( tried as she might to understand, she never could and realized she never would, though she did feel for him, there was a terrible ache in her heart when his egg did not hatch and his brother and nephews ridiculed him ).
Then there was Helaena, with her insects and cryptic ramblings ( rambling that she should have listened to or paid attention to because they always came true ). Her eldest, Aegon, was a different story; though he too had an interest in dragons, little else inspired him — he was a lazy glutton with a taste for depravity and promiscuity that she would also never understand, which might make her a hypocrite as she lays with Aemond.
Despite it all, she did try, but it wasn't enough, leaving an absence in her children's lives where she should have been. If she had been present or more attentive in their lives, Aegon would have turned out differently, and she would not have crossed that threshold no mother and son should.
It is too late now, as they have given in to one another. Allowed the flames of desires to lick at their aches and loneliness, making them consumed and starved for one another. Beyond their intimacies and the secrets they now share, she knows that she owes him nothing further, but it doesn't stop the desire to share more with him than just lustful moments they find themselves.
Perhaps it is selfish, and he may not feel the same way, but when she said she wants all of him, she meant every word — she wants to share in everything. His interests, happiness, sadness, pleasures, and everything else he would share with her. And because of that, she could be easily seduced into the idea of flying with him atop Vhagar's back as she clings to him instead of returning to her carriage upon finally meeting his dragon. )
On the morrow then, if it isn't too soon. We can share a carriage to the Dragonpit or arrive there separately.
( This leaves little time for her to find something appropriate to wear there, but she will find time to make it happen. She also wonders if it is too soon. Would he need to make preparations or prepare the she-dragon for her arrival? Would he whisper that his mother ( or would he introduce her as his lover or both ) is finally coming to meet her?
The image in her mind is enough to pull a soft laugh from her, but it dies out as she listens to him explain their bond, how intimate it is, and how Vhagar would never harm her as he never would. With how lonely he was as a child — isolated and excluded from those around him, she now understands why he desperately wanted a dragon. He wanted a friend. A companion that would be there.
The realization tugs at her heart, making her remorseful that she wasn't more present. )
It is a bond I will never understand or experience, but meeting her and possibly riding with her will be the closest I will ever get.
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Then there was Helaena, with her insects and cryptic ramblings ( rambling that she should have listened to or paid attention to because they always came true ). Her eldest, Aegon, was a different story; though he too had an interest in dragons, little else inspired him — he was a lazy glutton with a taste for depravity and promiscuity that she would also never understand, which might make her a hypocrite as she lays with Aemond.
Despite it all, she did try, but it wasn't enough, leaving an absence in her children's lives where she should have been. If she had been present or more attentive in their lives, Aegon would have turned out differently, and she would not have crossed that threshold no mother and son should.
It is too late now, as they have given in to one another. Allowed the flames of desires to lick at their aches and loneliness, making them consumed and starved for one another. Beyond their intimacies and the secrets they now share, she knows that she owes him nothing further, but it doesn't stop the desire to share more with him than just lustful moments they find themselves.
Perhaps it is selfish, and he may not feel the same way, but when she said she wants all of him, she meant every word — she wants to share in everything. His interests, happiness, sadness, pleasures, and everything else he would share with her. And because of that, she could be easily seduced into the idea of flying with him atop Vhagar's back as she clings to him instead of returning to her carriage upon finally meeting his dragon. )
On the morrow then, if it isn't too soon. We can share a carriage to the Dragonpit or arrive there separately.
( This leaves little time for her to find something appropriate to wear there, but she will find time to make it happen. She also wonders if it is too soon. Would he need to make preparations or prepare the she-dragon for her arrival? Would he whisper that his mother ( or would he introduce her as his lover or both ) is finally coming to meet her?
The image in her mind is enough to pull a soft laugh from her, but it dies out as she listens to him explain their bond, how intimate it is, and how Vhagar would never harm her as he never would. With how lonely he was as a child — isolated and excluded from those around him, she now understands why he desperately wanted a dragon. He wanted a friend. A companion that would be there.
The realization tugs at her heart, making her remorseful that she wasn't more present. )
It is a bond I will never understand or experience, but meeting her and possibly riding with her will be the closest I will ever get.