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-SEVEN: THE FEAR OF LOSING CHILDREN<
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"Do you remember being here?" Saera asked her son - smiling as he began to soak in the scenery of their ancestral home. Dragonstone was beautiful no matter the season or weather. "Not really," he hummed in return - staring at the beautiful castle in front of them. "You were born here, my dragon." she informed - leading the small family inside.
Princess Rhaenyra was the first one to greet them, her hands were wide open - welcoming her sister's embrace. "Saera, it's been far too long." she smiled - knowing that she was unable to attend Alyssa's wedding. "I agree, mandia. (sister)" Saera replied, breaking their small embrace.
"We've come here because there was a threat to Daegon's life," she informed, pressing Daelon closer to her body. "It is horrible - but such is the nature of a lord's life," Rhaenyra hums, leading them to their rooms.
Saera tilted her head in Daegon's direction.
"I pray to the gods everyday that he remains a child," she sighed. When her children were babes, she didn't need to worry about their safety - but now that they were lords and ladies of their own - the only thing she ever does is worry. "I do the same thing with Jace and Luce, they grow up too fast." Rhaenyra chuckles, twisting the knob to Daemon and Saera's shared room.
"I've maintained the cleanliness - we haven't moved everything. You should rest before dinner."
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Aemond walks around the red-keep, seeking justice for his good-brother. "We will find the culprit, I promise." he vowed, holding his lady's hand while walking down the dungeons. "I can't believe that someone would threaten his life, Daegon hasn't done anything wrong." Alyssa whispered, eyes narrowing around the dingy dungeon. "Careful," Aemond mutters, handing her a piece of cloth to protect her hands with.
There were two gold cloaks standing in front of the main door. "We're here on the orders of Princess Saera, ser." Alyssa clears her throat - and both of the men begin moving away, providing them a clear entrance. It was no secret that Prince Daemon and Princess Saera controlled the kingdom.
Aemond took a step inside the main dungeon - the smell of mold flooding his senses. "We should make it quick," he remarked, continuing his march towards the last cell - where a servant was held. He was cowering under the Prince's stare, covered in blood and grime.
He pointed his sword at the man's neck. "Who ordered you to poison Prince Daegon's drink?" he questioned - glaring at the man with daggers in his eye. The man would not answer - his eyes remained closed and his tongue was null of any words. "Do you not fear me? Do you not fear our house?" Alyssa questioned. "He will be a healthy meal for Bluefyre." she added - looking at him with a bloodthirsty stare.
