Daenys Targaryen despised her name. She hated that she had inherited the Targaryen traits instead of the Royce looks from her mother. She hated everything that reminded her of her father.
Her father cursed her life forever- and she would never forg...
Daenys had been six namedays at the time of her mother's death. She remembered that day as clear as water. She had told her mother that she was going to slow down her horse. Her mother had went ahead.
Daenys had rode up on a hill and wanted to watch the beauty of Runestone. She did not see what she wanted however.
She had watched as her father scared her mothers horse, causing it to fall on the ground. It fell on top of her. Crushing her. She saw her father grab a rock before hitting it with her almost five times in the head.
She did not feel anything that day. All she had done was to go back to her mothers cousin, Ser Gerold and tell that she had lost her mother and rode back to Runestone.
She sat on her bed and waited for the announcement that her mother had been found dead.
But she was not prepared to find out that her father had fled, not even having the decency to at least pretend he was sorry. But Daenys knew what kind of man her father was. She was not sad. She never saw him as her father. He probably never saw her as his daughter either.
it is fine, she told herself.
But it was not fine.
Her father had killed her mother. He had killed her in cold blood. The mother she loved. The mother who had been with her the whole time.
Her eyes hardened. She would get her revenge. One way or another. A six name day old girl should not have those thoughts on her head. But she knew the moment would come.
A moment she would take without a moment of hesitation.
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The years had passed and had been kind to Daenys. She was always told by lords and commoners alike that she took after her father, which she utterly despised. Daenys had no wish to be remembered of her father. People often spoke of her beauty— praising even. They told her that she looked like the maiden herself and that no woman could compare to her. Daenys could not make herself to care much about her appearance in truth. But she supposed that having a pretty face would get you further in life rather then having an ugly one.
After her mothers passing, she had been named the Lady of Runestone. She was only six name days, so her Maester had aided her mostly. She was a good Lady of Runestone and took her duties very well. She distributed to the poor and listened to peoples grievances. And she took pride in that. For she had managed without her father.
As the years passed, she had never gotten any true letter from her father, not once. After her mothers passing, her father had married quickly to Lady Laena Velaryon. She had taken the news bitterly and it grew as her father had bid her to come to their wedding.
She never responded to his letter.
She knew he did not want her there. She knew she was a constant reminder of her later mother everyone in the Realm knew he despised. The Bronze Bitch as the whispers said. They never truly stopped, it still hang in the air as many servants spared her a glance. The Vale and Runestone had never truly forgiven the Crown for their ignorant and disrespectful prince.
"My Lady," said the voice of her Maester. Daenys smiled at him and offered him a seat in her chambers. He sat down before continuing. "There was a raven here to inform you of the death of Lady Laena, Prince Daemon's–"
"Yes, yes, I don't need to be remembered who Prince Daemon is," Daenys interrupted harshly before her expression quickly turned into regret.
She sent him a regretful smile. "My apologies, Maester. Do continue."
"You have been ordered to show your presence at the funeral as Prince Daemons daughter and the stepdaughter of Lady Laena."
Daenys stared at the letter in her hands. "And I suppose I cannot refuse?"
It had been years. She never met her stepmother nor her two half sisters. She wondered how the Lord Corlys and Lady Rhaenys would take that their son in law brought his daughter to their own daughters funeral despite never even having laid eyes on her. Daenys supposed it would give her the opportunity to meet her younger half sisters. She hated her father and despite having a small resentment towards Lady Laena— she could never truly dislike her half siblings for something they had no control ever.
The Maester replied with a sad smile, knowing how much she despised the Prince. "No, my Lady. I do not think so."
Daenys sighed while rubbing her head. "I suppose I shall see my father for the first time in years."
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