The fire dance

Night of terror

The sound of hushed whispers and gossip were one of the only things that could be heard in the late nights surrounding the red keep as rumours of the city watch attack reached the doors and walls of the palace in no time. It seemed as no body had a desire for sleep, especially when news of the Rogue Prince were placed

The gossip was obvious to reached Ser Nicolas who wasted no time telling Bethane. The women then went on to tell her Mother, misses Brown and as much as the older women hoped the news had not reach the princess it was obvious that the gods had different plans when the shouts of Daenys alerted them to go running in her aid fearing that something had happened to the princess

" Ser Nicolas! Bethane where in the heavens are you! " Daenys stood in her nigh gown and her silk slippers waiting for someone to realise she had woken from her sleep. " My princess is everythin-" Daenys shook her head gushing him to stop talking as she pulled him in her chambers having no trust to talk the matter out in about. Once she thought they were safe to speak she had began asking Ser Nicolas about the incident.

" Is it true? Had the gold clocks attacked the people of kings landing under my uncles command? " she questioned, a wary look on her face. It was her dreams alerting her to wake from her sleep instead of the lips of the whispering

There was a reckoning silence among the walls as none of the two spoke, only a look was sheared between them to know that the dreams she had had was indeed precise. It was a fact that most of her dreams were always accurate yet she had a small hope in her heart that maybe, just maybe it wasn't true. She knew her father and the court were not, to take this mattress lightly, she knew the days that were to come and what was to be expected, oh how she feared the days that would come

Daenys was of age, so she had been for over some months now yet she was unmarried, something not so common within the Targaryens. She remembered how on her 10th name day it was made a promise between Viserys, Aemma and their oldest daughter that she would not have to marry if it wasn't after her heart. It was a promise she brought to light every now and again to make sure her parents had not forgotten that her marriage was to be after her heart like how it was promised to her

Aemma didn't shy away to always present options and men that were willing to make every effort for her hand in marriage, after all she was indeed the realms sweetheart.

The realms sweetheart

Oh would she rather had any other nickname, a nickname that actually brought truth to her, something that represents her and her ambitions, not just some sort of name that didn't fit her. Of course to her parents and the so called realm the name was appropriate and well taken however to the princess it was utterly wrong.

She was not just a sweetheart and not just a pretty face to gaze at now and again.

She was a warrior, she could fight and defend herself, she could even stand her own to numerous attacks and attempts of danger and oh to the goods she was always a strategist, a good one indeed And only she knew how much she had wished to be born with a cock, it was something she resented a whole.

But she wasn't born a male nor was she ever to be taken as seriously as one

She was a women, she would use the fact that she was born a lady to her own advantage

" The prince can not be allowed to act with this unchecked sense of impunity "
The word followed the king and his daughter along with Otto hightower as they had just walked the court room to discuss the actions of the night before

Daenys had her hands clasped behind her back as she followed her father. She wore a beautiful silk dress that hugged her curves just in the right places accompanied by a pare of silky white gloves embroidered with gold stitches, gifts from her uncle