Ronnet Connington SI

Hello everyone!

I know it's been a long time, and I'm sorry.

If you've been following my new story *Aemon Targaryen*, you probably know I've spent a lot of time on it. But now it's finished, and I'm coming back strong to continue this story and complete *Aegon Snow*.

Thank you for your patience. I can imagine how frustrating it must have been for those who enjoyed this story to see it stall so suddenly for such a long time.

I've decided to split my week into three parts: three days dedicated to one fanfiction, two days to another, and one day to the last.

This week, I've decided to start with three days writing on *Aemon Targaryen*, two days on *Ronnet*, and one day on *Aegon Snow*. But from next week on, my Patreon community will vote on the top three stories through polls.

Sunday is my Joker day. If I'm tired, I won't write, but if I'm not, then I'll write a chapter of the story that receives the most votes in the Patreon poll.

(Polls are for paying members only)

Happy reading, everyone!

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-Chapter 56-

-POV Ronnet Connington-

-2nd day of the 7th moon of the year 300 AC-

I watched my two little rays of sunshine sleep peacefully in their cradles, as I had been doing for 3 moons, and I smiled, I truly smiled, not the kind of smile I had learned at court, because I now had everything I wanted in this world.

I was rich, loved by a family that kept growing, feared by everyone who was loyal to me. I had so much power that I could confidently say I was the most powerful man in the kingdom, and all my enemies lay six feet under.

Their little heads were like hypnotic spirals, drawing me in and trapping me, leaving me with no choice but to stay in front of their cradles, watching them without counting the time that passed.

I couldn't help it; I kept looking at them for hours and hours, doing nothing else, not moving, not eating, not drinking, just watching them sleep.

'I don't even need to,' I thought.

"Still watching our little griffins," said Cersei, wrapping her arms around me and resting her head against my back.

I placed a hand on hers and said, "I never get tired of it. Watching them sleep like this, peacefully and without any fear, it's such a beautiful and relaxing sight… I know you must think it's silly, but…"

"No, not at all!" she said in such a sincere tone that I wondered about the story behind it, and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain: "On the contrary, I understand. When Joffrey was born, he was almost my only reason to live. He brightened all my days and nights," she said as tears slowly started to flow.

I took her in my arms and said, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for. I know you didn't like Joffrey, but you were the only one who… who prepared us for what happened afterward. And looking back, I realize you knew about Joffrey for a long time and did everything you could," she said, thinking sadly about the past and her deceased eldest son.

I kissed the top of her head without saying anything, then she spoke, changing the subject:

"Your blood has changed me."

"How?" I asked, pretending to be surprised, which wasn't difficult because I truly was, not because she noticed, but because she realized it so quickly.

"Don't play dumb. I'm stronger, I can feel it. I'm also faster, my skin is healthier and more elastic, my hair is shinier, and it looks like I've regained my appearance from 10 years ago when I was at the peak of my glory."

"You're still at the peak of your glory," I said with a small smile. And even though the compliment pleased her, she looked at me incredulously, saying nothing, waiting for me to explain.

I smiled and whispered in her ear, "My blood is magical, and when I give it to someone I love, it has special properties, but I'm counting on you not to tell anyone. You can, at most, speak of a medicine from the Far East."

"Hmm, so that means you love me?" she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing my face closer to hers.

"I don't remember what I said, but maybe you could help me remember," I said, leading her with me towards our bed.

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-2 hours later-

-POV Margaery-

"I don't understand why the king should spend all day learning how to fight. He should be producing an heir, as his throne remains fragile without one to secure the dynasty," I said, watching Ronald and his father mistreat Tommen.

"He's training with Ronald and my husband so that he won't be a dead king or… a weak and easily influenced king," said Cersei Lannister, arriving out of nowhere.

Since her childbirth, that viper had been much less present in her son's life, which gave me the opportunity to get to know him without having to worry about her comments, remarks, and interruptions.

But never without any guards. I had tried to hasten our marriage, but nothing worked; he was obsessed with the voice of his mother and that of his stepfather, whom he practically idolized.

Slowly, Cersei, who had been practically glowing since the birth of her twins, approached me, my grandmother, as well as Sansa, Alynne, Megga, Alla, and Elinor, and then she said:

"Tommen will have to learn to defend himself from everyone, even the most unsuspected threats."

"Like those of a woman seeking to rule the kingdom through the hand of her husband and her son," Alynne said in a biting tone I didn't know she possessed.

I wanted to quickly calm the situation, but Cersei said with a wicked smile:

"Yes, or perhaps of a woman or sister who is a little too jealous."

Alynne blushed at Cersei's barely veiled accusations, and before she could say anything, Ronnet jumped up to our platform like a cat and said:

"So, ladies, what are you talking about?"

I felt a cold sensation as I noticed the fake smile he directed at me, sending a shiver down my spine, and at that moment, I knew I was in for a very bad time.