Gardens of the Red Keep, the Red Keep
110 AC
"Lady Velaryon!" a pompous voice said and Laela bit back a groan.
Lord Matthos Tyrell came strutting over, eyeing her body in a way that gave her the impulse to kill him.
"Lord Tyrell." she greeted with a false smile.
"Would you like to walk in the—"
"Apologies, Lord Tyrell. But Lady Laela agreed to go for a stroll with me." another voice said.
Laela turned to see Daemon, handsome as ever. She blinked.
Where did that come from?
"I did." Laela said, taking her betrothed's offered arm. "Apologies, Lord Tyrell."
The two strolled away.
"Thank you." she drawled. "Should I be worried for the rest of the men in the Red Keep who are pursuing my hand."
"Yes." Daemon sad serenely.
The Silver Lady hummed. "And should I be worried you are only after me to get closer to power?"
Daemon paused. "Lady—"
"I know you wanted Rhaenyra." the white-gold haired Lady said coldly. "So instead you're after me. Her future Hand in the hopes a child of yours will marry one of hers."
When Daemon did answer she scowled.
Laela yanked her arm away and strolled away. "Have a good day, Your Grace." she said frostily.
God damn this world. she hissed. At least Nyra will change it.
Rhaenyra's chambers, Maegor's Holdfast
110 AC
"I think you should give him a try." Rhaenyra said.
"What is he going to do is try and pretend to defend my honor." Laela said stubbornly.
"I think he really wants to get to know you. Not what the other courtiers are doing—just going after you for power and for dragons. At least let him through all the layers you keep around the romantic side of your heart." the Princess of Dragonstone countered.
"...If he gets Silverwing's approval, I'll try." the Pearl of the Sea sighed, finding with one of her ring.
The one Daemon had given her years ago before he left to go fight the War for the Stepstones.
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