❝ Flying in a dream. Stars by the pocketful.
You wanting me tonight, feels impossible.
But it's comin down, no sound, it's all around.
Like 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵. ❞
This is a story about a dragon whom underestimated a wolf.
Aryanna Star...
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(TW: SA IS IN THIS CHAP AND R WORD IS MENTIONED!!)
𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 stay in King's Landing and live with the Targaryens. You would think she would choose to go back home to go back to her family. There were many reasons as to why she stayed; she grew accustomed to the warm weather, she couldn't leave Rhaenyra and Alicent not when they needed her most, and the very last one being Daemon. Although she would deny it if asked that but after the moment in the royal gardens something clicked in her heart.
It's been two moons since Daemon married Lady Rhea Royce. The wedding ceremony was dull to say the least; the only good thing Aryanna got from it was the feast and dancing with Rhaenyra, Alicent, Jaehaeryn, and Harwin. Nysa unfortunately couldn't be there because certain guests would be unsettled so she stayed in Aryanna's chamber. And Daemon's honeymoon only lasted a moon before he came back to King's Landing for "unfinished business" so he says.
Aryanna had decided to sneak out of the Red Keep at night to take a stroll through the city, stupidly she didn't take Nysa with her. She was wearing trousers and a long-sleeved shirt to disguise herself so no one would recognize her true identity. As she was walking she could hear the sound of the gravel beneath her scraping behind her indicating someone was following her.
Mentally preparing herself and trying to remain calm as she swiftly turned to a corner hurriedly hiding behind a wall. Aryanna held her breath as she waited for the person to walk the same pathway only for them not too. She got out of her hiding spot sighing relief. She was grateful yet inwardly cursing herself for being paranoid.
Aryanna having enough of her nightly stroll, went to walk back only for a hard object to strike her head causing her to fall. She grunted going to touch her head only for a pair of hands to flip her over and pin her down. Her vision was blurry so she couldn't see her attacker's face only the shape and color of his hair, but her disorientation didn't stop her from trying to get out of his grip. He backhanded her making her cry out in pain, buttons soared as his hands ripped her shirt open. She whimpered as tears fell down her face feeling the sensation of dirty rough hands gripping her breasts, sliding them down to her legs.
"What do wolves do when they're down? They get back up."
"Now, you will have something you can easily have access to if danger were to ever occur."
"For a wolf, you sure do breathe fire."
With those words repeating in her head, she gained her composure and strength to knee him in the balls making him clutch his area giving her enough time to quickly grab her dagger from her boot and slice his face causing blood to flow into her. The guy screamed gripping his face in agony. Aryanna made her grand escape from her perpetrator.
