Princess Meranyce Velaryon beheld the silver hair of her mother and the charm and wit of her father, just not the tanned skin. Her childhood had not been sweet, the bouts of depression and bitterness towards the court had made her detest life in gen...
[Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. Lost in books and riddles, plagued by dragon dreams. Belittled for her appearance by the court and shamed for not having a dragon, outcast in the Targaryen children bunch, curious thing, could never be/want to be friends with Helaena.]
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"Fuck off Aegon."
"Damn. What did I do?"
"You've grown so pale."
"I really don't remember asking, Daemon."
"A woman shan't be holding a sword."
"A King's Guard shan't be so close to his queen but here we are."
