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Saerela Velaryon is the first born daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon. Some say it was a blessing for her to be graced with the signature white Targaryen hair but to her it was a curse.
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Saerela slept peacefully in her chambers while Aegon was drinking his way through the Flea Bottom. Two days remain until their wedding, and it was all he could think about. He kept returning to the night in the pleasure house in his mind. He wishes he could have expressed to her how important she was to him. She meant a lot to him because she was never mean to him. Unlike his mother who would ridicule him any chance she got.
He eventually found himself outside of her chambers while he was on his tenth cup of wine. All he wanted was to see her, even if he had no idea how he had gotten there. He timidly rapped on her door. He waited till the door finally opened. Seara was standing there with her hair falling down her back and wearing a thin robe
"Aegon?" She questioned softly. Aegon gives her a little smile and gestures his hand for her to open the door
"I'm sorry, I just need some company right now" he says softly walking in her chambers
Seara reluctantly nods and takes a seat next to the fire. She follows Aegon, who joins her on the seat. Her hand is caressing his shoulder, which he can feel. Sighing, he rests his head on her shoulder
"What's the matter?" She asks, leaning her head on top of his
"I ju- I wanted to see you" he whispers. He can feel Seara smile against his head.
Seara lifts her head and takes his hand in hers "your tired Aegon, you need to sleep" she says rubbing his hand with her thumb.
Aegon swallows as he observes her. After glancing at her, he turns to face her bed. Seara smiles a little as she notices this move. He is raised and seated beside her bedside after being pulled up. She carefully begins to remove his shirt, which smells like wine. leans over and removes his boots. In response to the action, Aegon smiles and gets into bed.
On the other side of the bed, Seara moves and lies down as well. Her head rests on his chest as she lifts the furs. She feels his heartbeat begin to slow down, then she hears him snore lightly, and she drifts off to the sound of his heart beating.
The two of them were accustomed to doing this ritual. Since Driftmark two years ago, they had grown fairly close. Aegon would visit her chambers every other night and seek for her company. Knowing that if she didn't, he wouldn't be able to sleep, she would always comply. By the time she awoke, he was always gone, and when they next encountered one another, he would nod and grin as a way of expressing "thank you."
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All of the servants were preparing the throne room for the ceremony the day before Aegon II Targaryen and Searela Velaryon's wedding. Nothing was spoken by Seara's mother. Even if she were to come, she had no idea.
