nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small it takes time - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝒜sphodel, house of the dragon
「 season one to season ? 」
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𝕬𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖑
CHAPTER 7, A WHITE HART
𝕿he princesses weaved through the Kingswood, Criston Cole fervently chasing after them. His calls fell on deaf ears as Rhaenyra spurred the horse onward. Cole had noticed a bank ahead, quickly taking shortcuts to grab the reins. The horse moved in place, neighing at the sudden stop.
Alaenna looked at the two panting. She had also been slightly winded by the sheer force of fast riding.
"What happened back there?" Criston spoke between breaths staring at the two princesses.
"My father trying to sell us off to the highest bidder. So we might raise the standing of some Lord of Casterly Rock. Was... was I named heir to the Iron Throne so that I might need to sell my own sister off for power?" Rhaenyra looked downtrodden.
She was blamed for her sister's impending marriage due to her lack thereof.
"Do you want me to kill him?" Cole had asked in earnest.
Both girls had genuinely smiled for the first time in a while. Something about the freedom had made Alaenna stop and marvel at the natural way of things. Squirrels and birds scutter about the brush, the river just ahead calmly flowing.
