Chapter 13 - The Princess of Vengeance (I)
"Deep within the human unconscious there is a penetrating need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic." Aenar Targaryen, observing how anger, hatred and resentment could change a person.
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Dorne - Sunspear.
Old Palace.
POV: Rhaenys Targaryen, Princess of Vengeance.
Opening her eyes, Rhaenys woke up in her bed, startled. Her naked body under Myr's thin silk sheet was completely drenched in sweat while the look of anger, hatred and resentment could still be seen in her eyes, like two flames capable of reducing anything to ashes.
She looked away and saw through the window that the moon was still high in the night sky. Feeling the sticky sweat on her body, she got out of bed completely naked and put on a yellow robe. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she sat in the chair and watched the Sunspear landscape through the balcony.
"Another bloody nightmare." She muttered to herself, looking up at the pale moon, bringing the glass of wine to her lips and sipping the sweet liquid without any hesitation.
It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that she would have nightmares about that night that had cost her everything. Her mother, her brother and finally, her father. All dead within a period of months, two of whom died in front of her.
She would have died too if she hadn't hidden behind the door and escaped when the Monsters entered the Queen's chambers. After escaping, she found Ser Jaime and with his help, managed to hide until her uncle came to King's Landing and took her away from the royal capital.
But before she fled, she saw with her own eyes her playmate brought from Dorne being dragged out from under her bed by the heel and brutally killed like an animal. Her brother, who was just an adorable baby, his face destroyed against the wall, turning into a mass of blood, bones and brain tissue against the wall.