❝With one eye a Targaryen violet and the other silver as the moon, she watched all and knew more. All of which she immortalised in bleeding black ink to be studied by the naive people of tomorrow.❞
Princess Rhaella, daughter of King Viserys I and Qu...
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"FAIR POINT, HE is no match for you," admitted Aemond, "what did father want with you?"
The pale-haired duo drifted down into the respective seats, positioned so any time their gaze wandered up they were met with the sight of the other. Blue, richer than a sapphire, was Rhaella's chosen seat; green, which appeared black when light did not shine upon it, was where Aemond made his place. First establishing their obscured corner of the untouched library had been manageable. Transporting the furniture which adorned it was far from. Miraculously, they had been able to procure the chairs from the apartments once housing Queen Alysanne, sister-wife of the Old King, Jaehaerys, and dragged them to a passage opening and through the perplexity of them. Under traditional circumstances, a horde of servants and Kingsguards would have done it for them, down to the precise angling of the furnishings. Seeing as they wished for it to remain private — for them to solely occupy as they see fit — it was decided by the Prince and Princess to undertake this themselves. And so they did, somehow able to take the fixtures without any missing them.
"Breakfast," responded Rhaella, "and to discuss his behaviour as a father. When I left he did not even wave me farewell. If my memory serves me well: you, mother, Helaena and even Aegon — who complained at every chance granted to him — watched as I disappeared into the distance to return only now." Furrowing her tidy brows, the Targaryen reminisced over that sorrowful, dreary day. Sweet little Rhaella had hoped Viserys might appear on the steps alongside the rest of her family, who ignored the sheets of heavy rain lashing down relentlessly. Daydreams like that were futile; severing no purpose other than grieving her brittle heart. "Instead he devoted his time to Princess Rhaenyra and educating her as heir. In the moment I felt forsaken by him, looking back I understand every waking moment should be spent readying an heir to take the Iron Throne. However, hours passed by this morning, free flowing pleasantries were shared, even comparing my eyes to his own late mother, Princess Alyssa Targaryen. A changed man sat before me — I hardly recognised him."
"Kindness is a characteristic which no other possesses as you do. Viserys could have put aside time to bid his youngest daughter safe travels, by choice he was with Rhaenyra, who as our half-sister, should have been there too. To me nor our siblings, no change can be claimed. You are lucky, dearest Ella, he might begin to show some affection," announced the boy, idly reclining back. He took the moment to idolise the fetching Rhaella. Too long were they parted. Too long did ravens glide the skies carrying ample letters. Too long had Aemond sat companionless in their secret place.
"We shall see, now if you do not mind I was reading before you barged in here," the Princess returned the book to her hands, where it felt most natural.
"What had seized your attention today? An extensive history or tales of a journey in some distant empire of Essos?
"The Edge of the World by Maester Balder, who served at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. It is the largest collection of tales regarding the island available about Skagos. Some say unicorns inhabit the Northern island. Quite interesting really," a new lease of life overtook Rhaella as she spoke. Her mellow tone was exuberant. Forming more words in her mouth only for them to die there. Aemond's eyes narrowed, face pointed. An inconvenient tickling in her nose transformed into an abrupt sneeze followed in quick succession by a second and third.
