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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The battle proved to be one worthy of songs. Daemon fought alongside the Velaryons armed with nothing but his wits and beloved Dark Sister. He was beautiful in the prickling heat - glowing with Valryian prowess.
"You intend to use my dragon, my prince?" Laenor shifted uncomfortably, but it was a plan that would happen nonetheless. "I was sent here to end the war, and end the war I will do." the prince responded coldly, his mind somewhere else. He worried about his Saera - how scared she must be.
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Daemon was vengeful - easy to anger and slow to forgive. He sits atop the small boat - rowing in small circles, seeing the island on the horizon. He rowed his boat in a steady rhythm - mind placed upon the people he was fighting this war for; Saera, his baby niece and one true love. Viserys, his brother who didn't believe him and Aemma - his sister.
The Triarchy will know no god - none other than him and the inferno he was about to bring. He smiles, hearing his dragon roar in the distance. The Stranger knows him by name - the Father prays for his death, and the Smith tries to mend the bonds he's broken. The Seven were afraid of him.
He could see the muddied ground and yellow sand in-front of him. Death was the only thing in his mind. He takes the Dark Sister - wobbling as he adjusted to gravity - he fantasizes the look of blood on his blonde hair, bodies limp around him while he brings honor to the realm.
"I've come to surrender," he screams, waiting for a few seconds to scan his surroundings - they were cautious, he had to give that to them. He places the Dark Sister on his palms, kneeling in he surrender. The Crabfeeder comes out, and starts walking towards him with a smug grin.
He could feel the man's body standing hovering over him, watching him with the thought of victory. Daemon lowers his head, feeling uneasy at the look of a Greyscaled man. The Crabfeeder reaches for his darling sword, and hell breaks loose - like a swift horse, the prince leaps - slicing the man in half.
Wounds and bruises went from blue, red and black - but Daemon could only see red. Red like the blood that would flow like the rivers. Red like the massacre he'll bring unto those that threaten to defeat him.
The man was dead. He knew that. It wasn't enough. It was never enough.
His hands hold unto his sword tightly - even tighter than before. He impales the man with his dark sister, smiling to himself. To his allies, his existence was a sigh of relief - but to his enemies it was a warning. This was the dragon that they needed to be scared of. The madness that was warned.
Daemon always got what he wanted.
His baby niece wasn't an exception.
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"Prince Daemon has reclaimed the Stepstones." Larys announced while sitting beside his future sister. He was a cautious little thing - always glancing to his side in order to see the reactions of other people. He's good at manipulation - at contorting his fellow nobles into following his cause - but Saera was a tough shell to crack. She never seemed to care about anything other than her and her uncle. Saera's ears perked up at the sound of Daemon's victory.
"Really?" she turned her body towards him - prompting him to elaborate upon his announcement. "He is crowned as King of the Narrow Sea - he will return here tonight." Larys added with a tilt of brow. He's found the Princess' weakness - and he will exploit it greatly.
"He is a wonderful knight, don't you think? He's ended a war without the help of the King - it is surely an impressive feat." he complimented, still staring at her face and waiting for a reaction. Her purple eyes light up - like she was the one being complimented. "Truly - the King should hold a feast in his honor." she smiled, thinking about his return.
His warm embrace - his smug stare, and pink lips.
She missed him.
"He's wonderful isn't he?" he paused.
"Of course." she answered frankly.
"Everyone adores and loves him," his eyes twinkled.
"He is a prince, my lord." she nodded.
" - some more than others." he settled on that thought, and her cheeks turned scarlet at the notion. Her gaze trails away from the view and into Larys Strong. "What are you insinuating, my lord?" she inquires, feigning innocence.
She wasn't ashamed of having rumors swirling around about them - but she didn't want it used against her. She loved him - and didn't want that used to another's gain. "A little bird has told me about a rumor." he hummed, moving his body closer to hers. "I pray that the rumor is maintained a rumor." her eyes narrowed, trying to analyze his every move.
Her uncle warned him about enemies - that they would try to manipulate her, but she needed to be strong. She needed to be his strong little girl.
"You don't even know the rumor yet, my princess." Larys chuckled, taking a bite of his lemon cake. "Then, pray tell." she took a deep breath - preparing an alibi that would convince the toughest of men. "I will need something in return," his eyes darkened anticipating her begging.
Instead, she scoffs loudly - mocking him.
"I've changed my mind, Lord Larys. I am in no need of your little birds - I inform you that this conversation will reach the ears of your sweet brother." she lifted herself off the chair, dusting her gown with annoyance. "- and perhaps next time, you will do a greater job in attempting to sway me to your whim." she rolled her eyes, walking away from him - leaving Larys in shock.
The lords of this realm undersold the Princess' wit.
Saera wasn't a loss - there were still other vulnerable nobles at court. Larys leans on his chair - eyes trailing to the shadow of Alicent's figure.
She will make do.
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Saera mumbles strings of Valyrian curses.
She wanted to kill Larys for trying to manipulate her. Did he really think that she was that stupid? It insulted her - unnerved her that they all believed that she was dumb. "Cunts." she cursed while searching for her room.
She wanted to stay there forever - so that she'll never see another person again. She was just about to enter the West Wing, but Lancel Hightower pulled her to the side. "Princess." the man tightened his grip on her forearm.
"Lord Hightower?" her eyebrows bumped into each other. "Is there anything that requires my attention?" she asked and he let her forearm go. "I'm afraid that your wedding with Ser Harwin will happen today, as the nobles who will attend your father's wedding have already arrived." Lancel announced and her heart dropped to her stomach.
"They can wait, my lord." she rolled her eyes, attempting to walk away but a guard stopped her. "Your father told me that you'd be saying that. You do not have a choice, my princess. None but to follow the grace of our kind king. The wedding will pull through today." The man takes a deep breath, turning his body to the direction of the Great Hall - Saera has no choice but to follow him.
"Can we not wait for my uncle? He's a few hours away. It is important to me that he attends." she reasoned, and the man kept walking. Lancel smirked, satisfied with the descent of his enemy.
He stops walking - not speaking to command the full attention of the Princess.
"He will be there for the bedding ceremony." he retorted, before walking once more. Lancel was happy - if it was ever possible for a man like him to feel that emotion. He's content with the idea of his enemy's lover falling into the wrong hands - the hands that wouldn't be able to love her properly.
