What if prince Daemon and lady Mysaria had a daughter, a daughter Daemon didn't know he had?
Her name is Missandei and she works with her mother around King's landing helping with the secrets and spies that linger along the shadows of the kingdom...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Missandei's POV:
It's been three days since Missandei's encounter with the prince, three long days of worrying about what might happen to her. Although she realized if Aemond were to expose his suspicions of her being a bastard or having some sort of blood that related to the Targaryens, the soldiers would be marching down and she'd probably be dead, and no one would know.
Her mother would probably do something, but she only had so much power. Not enough people truly knew who she was to even care. Many of the towns' people knew the white worm had a child, but many people were shushed to ever speak about her mother's secrets.
She wondered why she hadn't heard from him, not that she cared or wanted to see him, but her anxiety was creeping up inside. Maybe the deal was off, and he was bluffing, what a weird prince she thought.
Today she decided to stop hiding and go out again to explore.... or sneak in the castle and see if she could spy on her father. As creepy as it may sound this was something she was very good at, her whole life she had to sneak around and find passages and different routes to enter so people wouldn't see her. Ever since she learned how to climb, she'd sneak in the castle and watched what her life could have been like.
She wanted to sneak in the castle early morning instead of her usual nighttime. As the sun peaked through the morning clouds she slipped on some raggedy clothes and wore a beige hat over her head, which she covered her hair.
Dressing up as a boy was probably her favorite outfits because it allowed her to move freely and roam around without having to wear a cloak.
She slipped out of the house and started to walk towards the castle. Since she knew her ways so easily it wasn't hard for her to sneak past the guards, they rarely noticed or cared when she passed them since she looked like a servant boy. Sometimes it even helped that she was on the shorter side, and she could just wiggle through small cracks and turns.
Finally, she entered through a secret room that contained only old furniture with cloth over it. this room was often vacant and easy to get through. She quietly walked along the halls and kept her head down if she passed any servants or guards.
