A child of the Rouge Prince and the Bronze Bitch was never meant to exist, and yet by the grace of gods Raya Royce is born.
Wildfire coils in her veins, and the toss of the coin is still midair for whether it will consume her or burn them all.
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From the moment Raya Royce opened her eyes to the moment she turned five she had collected herself a nice clutch of titles. Most just courtyard dribble, some affectionate pet names, but there were two that held the most weight.
The first, gifted to her by her father.
Bastard.
It was said that Daemon Targaryen all but bellowed the word at her sleeping form. Only a few days old and already tarnished and unwanted.
The most recent however, would change the trajectory of the rest of her life.
This title was lovingly bestowed upon her by her uncle, King Viserys. With a kiss on her brow and the entirety of her court with their chins to their chest as a dragon egg was placed into her tiny burdened hands.
Raya Targaryen, first of her name, Princess of Runestone.
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