What if Rhaella and Aerys Targaryen had a daughter other than Daenerys?
What if Daenerys and Viserys had an older sister?
What if the history of Westeros was re-written?
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𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑
|273 𝐀𝐂, 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
In the months following the princess's return, the city knew prosperity again. Flea Bottom had been transformed from a pig sty with more rats than people to a small bustling neighbourhood with a significant reduction in vermin and cleaner streets. The smell of dung had also evaporated somewhat, yet specks of it remained floating in the air every now and then. But it was nothing the faint scent of smoke couldn't cover up when Naerys visited the district with her dragons, now the size of small giraffes. They flew overhead, their gold and midnight blue wings an awesome thing to behold to many of the people below.
Naerys had taken to visiting Havenfyre and Flea Bottom with Myra, the former of which was nearing its completion. Myra was often glad to visit her former home and re-visit the old friends she made.
Fortunately, the princess had the pleasure of meeting them that very day.
"Myra!" A little girl with red hair ran up to the pair and threw her arms around Myra. "Oh, it's good to see you! We've missed you!"
The handmaid grinned and hugged her back. "I've missed you as well, Thea."
"Who's this?" Thea asked, turning to Naerys. She wore a dark hooded cloak over her common attire of breeches and white tunic. Myra was about to answer but Naerys lay a hand on her shoulder.
"I am a friend of Myra's," she said, smiling down at Thea. "We met only recently."
Thea gawked at her smooth, lean face and mesmerising eyes. "You're very pretty. Would you like to come with us? We were about to play a game!"
"Actually--"
"We'd be happy to," the silver princess replied. Thea, excited, ran ahead of them shouting 'This way!'. The young ladies followed her through the dense crowd all the way to an orphanage at the edge of the district. Like every other building, it seemed to stand on sand and the walls were covered in cracks and some of the paint was peeling from the surface.
Outside, a small group of children played. When they saw Thea they welcomed her back and when their eyes fell on Myra, they cheered and attacked her with hugs. After they'd reconciled briefly, Myra introduced her 'friend.' They were happy to meet her and a few echoed Thea's earlier sentiment before they invited them to play their game. The rules were fairly simple and she and Myra got the hang of it in no time. They played for a good part of the morning until a plump, pleasant-faced woman in an apron arrived to call them back in.
