She’s humming some old lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was young. The words are half lost on her, but the meaning still rings true. Alicent cradles her daughter, her sweet, lovely girl, her darling Helaena, and whispers, breathes i love you, oh my sweet child, my flesh and blood, i love you.
There is blood soaking through her white shift, there is blood trickling through the cracks of the Red Keep. Helaena does not cry.
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