Saera was her mother's favorite daughter, known for being demure and obedient, the smallfolk adored her. She obeyed everything that her king commanded of her, but she protested against her marriage to Ser Harwin Strong.
She catches him in an affai...
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Flea-Bottom was his kingdom. He wanted to share it with someone. A knock breaks Saera away from her thoughts – She walks slowly and twists the metal knob, her eyes brightening as she realizes it's just Daemon. "Kepa, (Valyrian word for father and uncle)" she greets with a smile and discards her book.
He throws her a piece of clothing and she raises her eyebrows in confusion.
"We're going somewhere," he responded as he placed a cap in her head. His niece had never been to Flea-Bottom before, and as a princess of the realm — she should know what business happens there. Deep inside Daemon knew that he was grooming her to be his replacement in the gold-cloaks. Saera was skilled with a sword, but her confidence needed work.
"Where?" she questions as she takes her robes off, pausing lightly as his eyes trail towards her body — memorizing every curve in it. He quickly snaps into reality and turns around, Saera was an honorful lady — she didn't deserve such...wanton behavior. "My Kingdom — Flea Bottom." he answered in a joking tone.
He was called the Prince of Flea Bottom, since he spent the majority of his days in brothels and taverns. But he was different now, he wanted to change for the better. "Don't you have other ladies to spend time with?" she questioned as she finished tying the ends of her tunic. She maintained the confused expression however as he turned right back around.
"And who am I asking out? Is it not you?" he inquired as he bonds their hands together. His hand fitting into hers like a puzzle that didn't need to be solved. "Am I special then?" she smiles as he ushers her to open the window — allowing for both of them to evade the eyes of the knights. "That shouldn't be a question," he retorted flirtatiously as he began his descent down the window.
His shoed foot loudly jumps down, and he lands with both of his feet. He looks up at Saera who looked around nervously — his little niece was afraid of a little height, he chuckles wondering if she was afraid riding Melarys too. "Jump," he yells, not bothering to look around if anyone could possibly see them.
There was nothing wrong with a little rendezvous, anyone who believed that malice was behind it would have their tongues cut off. "It looks dangerous," she whines while her hands grip the metal frame of her window. He lets out a low chuckle, allowing the fog around him to settle. "I'll catch you," he promised, offering both of his hands as a show of support.
"Kepus, you're crazy. There's no possible way that you'd catch me," she complained as he let out a sigh. He didn't want to coerce her into doing something she didn't want to do.
"It's alright, we can do it another time —" he began to change his mind. Getting caught off guard as she jumps from the window.
His breath lightly shudders as he hurries to catch her in time. He should've known that she'd attempt to pull this stunt — she wasn't nicknamed Mischievous Saera as a kid for no reason. He catches her, but they both fall down on the floor. A loud laugh escaped from the Princess' mouth. "Fuck," he yelps as she dusts her clothes and stands up. "You've gotten rusty, old man." she mocks him as he stands up. Almost avoiding the pile of garbage on the side.
