𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 彡 [a. targaryen] [✔]

─ 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

*ೃ༄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

"Everything is coming together perfectly, father. The kingdom is prospering I can assure you that. You can rest knowing that all is well. Mother and grandfather plan to do great things in your stead and I shall keep telling you this just as I have done before. You deserve to hear it all."

Lucaena divulged with plenty of conviction woven into her statements while making sure to keep her voice low and soft. She made sure to avoid burdening her sickly father with political baggage. The young woman kept her words incredibly vague for her father's sake while she adjusted herself carefully on the bed. Throughout the past years, Lucaena Targaryen had a routine consisting of spending time with Viserys and assuring him of the fact that his kingdom was still thriving. Casting her eyes down to her father's chest and watching him take shallow breaths left Lucaena with a partial frown.

But no other sight made Lucaena feel more depressed than when her amethyst orbs trailed back up to examine her father's sunken cheeks and the cursed bandage wrapped around half his face. The Gods were cruel indeed and the swift progression of her father's sickness was something not even Lucaena could stop. It was an invisible enemy she couldn't possibly kill. The Princess reached up to tuck a loose strand of her platinum hair behind her ear, sighing in discontent about the dismal atmosphere in her father's chambers. She wanted to at least let some light in, but Lucaena ultimately respected Viserys' wishes to lie in the dimmed room.

"My darling Lucaena. You've grown to be such a good-hearted, decent woman. You have been so kind to me. My beautiful daughter, I am most proud of you."

Her father's voice was faint and his body was quite clearly frail. Lucaena observed his difficulty with breathing properly, but even then, Viserys still managed to reach over and take his daughter's hand in his severely discolored one. Lucaena wished there could be a cure. She wished there was a way to possibly turn back the years and have the chance to treasure her time with her father even more. Lucaena felt as though she was the only one who cared this much. Her mother may have done a fabulous job acting as if she cared, but that simply wasn't good enough. And Lucaena's siblings were just...there, for lack of better words. They remained indifferent. And Lucaena didn't blame them for not having a special connection with their father, but she felt they could have tried a bit harder.

"Thank you, father. I'm pleased to have received high praise from such an illustrious presence. I feel truly revered."

Lucaena tenderly replied with a genuine smile, attempting to hold back the tears threatening to escape. The young woman sniffled quietly which thankfully her father didn't take notice of. She wanted to appear emotionally competent because Lucaena knew she would need to be when her father inevitably lost the ongoing battle with his disease. She would carry on his legacy much better than anyone ever could—much better than her half-sister ever could.