𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 彡 [a. targaryen] [✔]

─ 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞.

*ೃ༄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒

In hurried strides, the two young women walked down the crowded streets with their arms intertwined so as to not get separated by the lowborn people littering their path. Those people had a reason to be there—the slums of King's Landing was their home. It was the only place they would ever fit in. And no sane nobility dared to venture down into those parts of the grand city. But the notable exceptions consisted of Highgarden's very own Marleina Tyrell and the unhinged Princess Lucaena.

They were on a mission.

More specifically, Lucaena was on a mission to acquire her brand-new dagger from the blacksmith. This new weapon was entirely comprised of sacred Valyrian steel and the blade had Rhaenyra's name all over it. Lucaena had been plotting plenty during the previous night while her husband made love to her. Between minimally grieving over the child she lost and getting absorbed in Aemond's unadulterated love, Lucaena still had time to envision her half-sister's demise in great detail. Just before the young dragoness climaxed she imagined all the carnage she would single-handedly create. No orgasm had felt so sweet—so satisfying. And so, Lucaena yearned to finally collect her dagger.

The Princess swore to herself that she would show no mercy once her half-sister dared stepped foot in the Capital again. There would be plenty of bloodshed in an effort to put an end to the original heir apparent. Then only Aegon would remain and Lucaena already knew she would be successful in persuading her eldest brother to step down and give the claim to Aemond instead.

Lucaena trudged through the streets with pride while Marleina anxiously looked around, overly paranoid about being noticed even though both girls were hidden underneath cloaks made of the softest silks. The Highgarden beauty detested every minute she spent in Flea Bottom—the smells, the sounds, the sights, all of it put a grimace onto her visage.

Marleina felt her skin itch after being in the presence of so many peasants and she could only stare in disgust when she saw men predatorily watching her and Lucaena. The lowborn men were whistling, beckoning the ladies to come closer as if they were obedient little whores. Marleina shuddered, choosing to cast her aqua-colored eyes down to the ground after being viewed like a piece of meat. Lucaena ignored everything. From the men to Marleina's trembling body. Her feet just kept following the same pattern. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. The young woman vied for her new weapon to finally be in her grasp.

"Lucaena, we should not be here. The commoners will harm us when they find out we are both highborn ladies. Two young women of our standing do not fair well down here without the protection of guards."