𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, yandere hotd

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

It was written that Aegon The Conquerer had three wives. He wed his older sister, Visenya, out of duty. His younger sister, Rhaenys, out of desire. And his youngest sister, Daella, out of obsession.

Princess Daella had been the child that Lady Valaena loved the most. A sweet, gentle child with a love for curiosities. She loved to discover things and explore, when she wasn't toddling after her two older sisters.

It was rumored that it was that curiosity that attracted the obsession of her three siblings. It was also rumored that Aegon had stolen all of Princess Daella's virtues. Her first kiss, included in those virtues.

Daella had been sixteen namedays when she had married her older brother, in the valyrian tradition. She was no longer a child, she was her brother's bride and he made his obsession over her known. Gardens dedicated to her as much as the dead bodies that piled up.

Daella prayed relentlessly to the seven gods for it all to end. It would only get worse after Rhaenys died. Daella eventually retired to live out the rest of her life in dragonstone after Aegon died.

Daella III Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Targaryen was born in 110 AC, many believed she was stillborn.

Daella had not moved or cried when she was born. Both Alicent and newborn Aemond cried in panic as the Maesters moved back and forth, trying desperately to breathe life into the small babe.

'Where...?' Had been Daella's first coherent thought as her blurry eyes adjusted to the room's light. The last thing she remembered was dying peacefully in her own bed on dragonstone. Why was she alive? What cruel trick was this...?

Her upset caused a loud wail to come from her and Alicent, still suffering from the afterbirth and drenched in her own sweat, sobbed in relief. "My baby! I want to see them!"

"A girl, my queen." The maester smiled at her as she handed the blanketed child to her. Alicent had sobbed once more, pressing her daughter close to her.

Daella couldn't deny the sympathy that she felt for her new mother, she had grasped onto the situation quickly. The gods had acted but why? Why now? Daella quieted down as she peered up at her new mother.

Alicent had gasped in disbelief. This child, like all her other children, had the golden-white targaryen hair but this child, unlike her older twin who possessed purple eyes, had inherited her hazel-green eyes. "Oh, my miracle."

"I have just heard, my wife." Her husband, the king, had walked in swiftly. His panic leaving him at the sight of the two living babies. "Good job."

Alicent had merely smiled in return, eyes still glued onto her precious daughter. "Twins, husband. Aemond and Daella."

"Welcome to the world." Viserys whispered, peering down at his infant daughter as she watched on curiously.

Welcome to the world, indeed. For the second time.