² 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 ━━ rhaenyra targaryen

𝟎𝟎𝟖. heiress crowns

I. Heirs to the Throne
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Ariyanna Hawthorne

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THE UPCOMING DAY SEEMED TENSE TO APPROACH, a reckoning siege waiting to explode. All the Lords from the Seven Kingdoms were commanded to go to King's Landing at once for the King's Heir's coronation. All the ravens came through each land a few days before this, stating that the Queen is dead, along with her son, which was supposed to be the King's heir. Viserys Targaryen has no male child, spreading confusion in his Kingdoms and then sunk the realization of this gathering.

Rhaenyra Targaryen never felt nervous than now. Her blood was pumping, fingers pulling onto one another subconsciously, even her eyes would close tightly when no one is looking. But what irks her was her heart that would sometimes pace rapidly, taking her breath away for a moment of time. This wasn't who she is, the constant sweating underneath her hands, the swift movement of her head and eyes shooting at the person who would come in her chambers.

In moments, she would be crowned heir. She already is, but in the throne room in front of all the Lords of different Kingdoms, it would feel more official and true. Rhaenyra didn't think it be. Not since her father had spoken to her.

Out of all the things she should think, the moments she's suppose to relish of being Queen one day, standing in front of her own reflection was surely something she didn't expect to be doing. Staring at herself, her supposed flawless beauty men in Westeros would fall for, just as they did for the Targaryen women before herself. She sighs like the responsibility of marrying a man is heavier than any weight of gold.

For all her problems came at once, the only thing keeping her sane is Alicent who had been there for her since the sun had risen and when the carriages began strolling in the Red Keep. Lords were crowding the throne room, Rhaenyra could only imagine and this made her even more restless and nervous. With everything going on in her mind and view, she was staring into her own lilac eyes in the mirror when she thought of how calm she could be if Ariyanna could come visit her before the coronation begins.

Regardless, she felt more like herself when Alicent speaks, taking her mind off of what comes next if ever the Kingsguard outside the room calls upon them to come forth the Throne Room. A moment Rhaenyra spent nights awake, thinking, worrying. She was afraid. Not of what other people may think, but what this means to her future. It would become real. Her father gave her promises of being heir weeks ago and now that it would become official, Rhaenyra felt like she couldn't breathe, couldn't function.

And yet out of all those, she can't help but think of how much she needs Ariyanna.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Ariyanna stood by the doors, her hands tucked behind her at first glance. Rhaenyra felt as if she could genuinely breathe when she heard her voice and turned around, immediately running up to her arms for an edge of comfort. Ariyanna had almost stumbled backwards but kept her stance, returning the Princess's embrace to hopefully comfort her in these dire times. It felt oddly familiar to have her in her arms and Ariyanna felt like she could never let go if it wasn't for Rhaenyra pushing herself off of her. As if the very action was difficult itself.

"I... I thought–"

     "–What? Miss your big day?" Ariyanna frowns a little, a smile dancing between her lips. "Thought I'd leave my quarters, even just for a little bit." She exhales deeply, her hand under Rhaenyra's wrist whose hand holds her forearm as if she could never let go in that moment.

     Rhaenyra has no intention of doing so. It was just the two of them in this stale old room, nothing but tension in the air for what was to come. "Nathar's beyond himself. I have not seen him for quite some time." She complains, having not seen the boy in a few days and worries for him.