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...
>CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: BASTARDS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN<
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Alyssa found the river calming - it was enough from the city that its waste couldn't potentially harm her, but still close enough for her to visit. The river was her home - the closest thing to a clean beach. She exhales deeply, allowing her body to be fully submerged in the river.
"It's not safe here, princess." Ser Aran, a member of the gold cloaks, reminded her - holding his sword close to his body. This was the route of the bandits, and despite being seasoned in warfare - he was no match to their large number. Alyssa closes her eyes, water barely reaching her neck.
"Don't be a coward, Ser." She rolled her eyes knowing that no harm would come to her - not when her mother's husband was the Rogue Prince. "We must head home, princess." he pleads - watching her relax under the harsh pulse of the water. Alyssa looked like a river nymph, whose beauty could enrapture the gods. A true jewel of Kingslanding.
A chuckle escaped her lips, toes gently kissing the rocky soil. "You would rather return to the messy capital?" she teased, a sigh escaped his lips. Alyssa was petulant and mischievous. Only Princess Saera could control her.
He looked at the sun, it was early in the morning - no harm would come from a bit of strolling. "We may stay, my lady - but we have to return in a few minutes." he gave in, her smile deepens - watching as his figure walks away, allowing her privacy.
Ser Aran has been in her kepus' dispense since she was born. Alyssa valued his company - and appreciated his soft-heartedness. She allows her body to be submerged in water again. Queen Alicent often told her that she was as green as summer grass, knowing nothing but the warmth of the sun.
A person clears his throat, and she is sharply reminded of reality. She turns around, meeting the eye of the One Eyed Prince. "You've arrived," she smiled - offering her hand for him to join her. "I apologize for being late, my lady - I had to greet Princess Saera." he smiled, quickly shedding his coat and making his way to the river. "You are slow, my lord - Ser Aran was about to send me home." she teased, waiting for him to make his way beside her.
"I'm sorry," he hummed - burying his face on her neck.
"Did you tell my muña?" Alyssa questioned, feeling the fear creep up her throat. She's spent six-years alone in the capital - her uncle the only ally that she could be true with. "I-I could not, she's scary, Isa." his face flushed into a crimson hue, and a childish giggle escapes her mouth.
Aemond could be a scary creature but he was a coward when it came to Saera and Daemon. "- but she's one of the few people that would understand us." Alyssa reminded, tracing her hands on his back. "We'll say it at the same time then," he offered - and it was her turn to flush crimson. "What?" her eyes widened - a small laugh escapes his mouth.
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"Viserra," Saera gently calls, attempting to pry the small dragon away from her daughter. The child crosses her arms with a huff, running away to the other part of the room. "It is past your bedtime, my sweet girl." Saera cooes, holding the small dragon in place. Viserra was her most difficult child - the child was a mixture of Daegon's ambition, Alyssa's petulance and Daelon's sensitivity. She was difficult - but her parents loved her.
"No," the girl rolled her eyes - quickly bolting to the other part of the room. Daemon enters the room with Daelon in his arms. "Is our Princess unable to sleep?" he inquired, giving his wife a small smile.
"Kepa!" the child ran to her father, wrapping her small arms around his legs. "I don't want to sleep yet," Viserra complains with a pout. "How else will you grow?" her mother inquires while taking Daelon away from her kepa's hands. "I don't want to," Viserra crosses her arms.
Daemon began to regret naming Viserra after Viserys and his aunt (with the same name.) It seems like the child has inherited all of their persistent features. "You wish to be small forever?" he inquired with an unamused stare. Viserra was staring at him too - not wanting to break their little contest.
"I'll take care of our little dove," he whispered, quickly kneeling to the child's level and picking her up without a second thought. That was when Viserra began to giggle, laughing as she was placed on her father's back and carried to her room.
A sigh escapes Saera's mouth. Viserra is going to be a headache once she's grown.
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"They're finally asleep," Daemon breathed a sigh of relief, slumping on his chair and pouring his wife a goblet of wine. "They remind me of you," he added with a small chuckle, wrapping his arms around Saera. "I do not remember having personality as a child," she tilted her head.
"You were always running around, refusing to listen to your kepa." he remembered, smiling at the thought of his wife. He didn't know that she'd be his wife, then - and he does not wish that he knew sooner. "Our children can hear us, but they refuse to listen." she chuckled, knowing that the children preferred to have their own opinions.
"It's a sign of an intelligent mind," he praised - only seeing the best in his creations. "I wonder where they got it from," she hummed, leaning her head on his shoulder. The Princess was about to fall asleep, but a knock on the door springs her back to life. "Open the door," she commanded - and Daemon stands up from his seat, opening the door slightly to peek his head and stare at the unwelcome visitors.
To his surprise it was his daughter, Alyssa, and his nephew, Aemond.
"May we come in?" Alyssa inquired, he nods - and opens the door.
"Who is it?" Saera asks, placing her goblet on the table. Daemon finds his way beside her, sitting on the chair and staring at the children accusingly. He had his doubts about them. He analyzed the way they spoke when around each other. It reeked of love. "Muña," Alyssa smiled, gently nudging Aemond.
"I wish to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage," Aemond spoke, keeping his eyes on his sister. "What?" Daemon raised his voice, in shock that either of them would have the audacity. "If it is what Alyssa wants - I do not see why we should disapprove." Saera looked at her husband - seeking his permission. "Your kepa did not ask my father for my hand in marriage, and I am relieved that you found the time to inform us." Saera smiled, but deep inside - she was fighting a battle.
Was it going to be the best choice?
Shouldn't she betroth Alyssa to Tygos Hightower or Cregan Stark?
Was Alyssa going to be happy?
"It is what I want, muña." Alyssa nodded, holding her beloved's hand. "Then, we give you our full blessings." she hummed - smiling as her daughter beams in joy.
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Daegon opens the door to Helaena's solar, his eyes moving back and forth from her children to her. "Hel," he greets and she continues inspecting her signature centipede. "Dae," she replies in a low tone, allowing her children to play with the beatles. "I wasn't aware that you'd be returning," she added, and he began to sit down on the floor beside her.
"We didn't announce our arrival," he smiles and she hands him Jahaera. The little girl looked like his sister, she had big bubbly cheeks and coarse white hair. It was clear that she was a Targaryen.
He holds the baby gently, remembering the times where he had to take care of his own siblings. He pities Helaena, as rumors tell him that her husband isn't a good person. "Are the dreams better?" he asks, basing the conversation off the letters that they sent each other. She shakes her head, placing the bugs on their jars. "No," she whispers - her attention remained plastered on the insects. "What are they about?" he asks, finding beauty in her dreams.
She was a perfect poet - the way she delivered her poems. He loved listening to her.
For the first time, she turns her head to look at him.
Her mouth was pressed into a thin line. Her attention would have remained on him, if not for her son who babbled and tried to reach her hair. "Spools of White, become Spools of Green. Spools of Black, become Spools of white." she rambles - her eyes zooming off.
