Memento Mori
Prologue I
281 AC (Roberts Rebellion)
-Dormus, the city of Acerrae, West of Westeros-
The Targaryen were no more. Robert has won. A dynasty that stood for thousands of years, destroyed in the matter of a year.
King Titus Romulus, sat in his study a letter in his hand, his wife Aadya Romulus sat across him. Her face blank as she stared at her husband.
"Well, what is it? You have been ever so secretive as of lately. Are you going to share your burden with your wife"? she said, her tone slightly teasing.
" The Targaryen's are gone" he began.
" So, that is not new news, Ragnar was foolish, his actions were bound to implode in his face" she supplied simply.
" No, the Targaryen's are dead, we must think of the future of our house. Robert is hurt and he is grieving, he loved Lyanna and h--" he was quickly interrupted,
"I don't understand what Robert Baratheon's pain has anything to do with us. We no longer associate with the Targaryen's, we haven’t for years. Why do we care about the matters of Westeros?" Aadya could feel her patience thinning, the mention of the stag had left a rather bad taste in her mouth and she hated how since Robert previous visit to Dormus, her husband continuously tried to form a relationship with him. She was surprised he had not dived straight to the rebellion for his new beloved friend.
" LISTEN!, Robert along with the Juvient's have been talking about the future of Dormus" Titus began to explain.
" and why the hell are our subjects talking to Westerosi rebels. More importantly, why do they believe it is their place to discuss our affairs?!"
Titus sigh, Aadya was fiery and quick to respond, it what he loved about her what attracted him to her, that and the dark mirth that was always seemed to lurk in her eyes.
" My love, Robert is still furious and is looking for blood, dragon blood. The Juvient's have always opposed and hated our rule since our house stepped foot on Dormus. Robert is giving us a choice, he wants us to step down and in return, he will be merciful or he and the Juvient's will wage war on us."
" excuse me" Aadya stared at her husband in disbelief, she chuckled
Titus took the moment to continue - " Our brothers are dead, their dynasty destroyed. This is the best option. Robert is a friend and is guaranteed to be merciful. We could be given Principality like the Martells"
" MERCY!? Robert is not our friend! He is an outsider, a Westorian." Aadya could feel her anger rise, it was never good for her to be angry and that moment she felt her blood burn a familiar tingle touched her fingertips.
" The Targaryen's are not our brothers anymore, not since Aerys failed to protect your mother and she burnt alive and your foolish father did nothing to avenge her!"
Titus' head snapped up. " It was an ACCIDENT!, my father did what was right, he chose forgiveness, he chose peace. Would you rather have another dance of the dragons? WAR"