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He only came to her when he was drunk. Of course, Aegon was always drunk. He has been since his early teens and people kept allowing him to drink more and more wine. Helaena brushed out her long silver hair, humming to herself. For once this time of day she was alone, could think and feel unchallenged by the world around her.
That of course was ruined when Aegon burst through her door slamming the door closed behind him. He wasn’t unsteady on his feet, now it took more cups than what he had at dinner to truly get him drunk. His features twisted in a form of rage, and he headed straight for her, a hand falling on her shoulder.
“Bit by bit, the dragon's claw, bit by bit, the dragon's roar, bit by bit the dragons fall.” She mumbled while he took her brush from her hand, placing it on the table in front of her.
“I am to do my duty.” His hand began to slip underneath the top of her dress. Grasping at her tightly, she felt him press into her back.
“Duty is done.” She whispered, thinking of the sleeping children down the hall.
“Duty is never done for a Targaryen. You may still bear me another son.” His hand moved up to her throat, wrapping it around. It wasn’t tight enough to cut her breathing just tight enough to warn her. “Did you like it when you were dancing with the strong bastard?” She knew better to remain quiet. “You like parading yourself around like a whore?”
“Dragon flame is a duty, one we will learn.” Aegon paused looking at his sister. Tilting her head up, she looked up at him while staring at her. Something passed through his eyes. Usually, Aegon is too drunk, but his sister's words sent a chill down his spine.
“He touches you again, I will remind you who you belong to.” He snarled, letting her go, leaving her alone once more. Picking up her hairbrush she began to brush her hair once more.
“Bit by bit…the dragon’s claws…” she repeats, her mind wandering to blue crystal eyes and flashes of fire.