ROSE THORN
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ
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✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns.
but when the dragons dance and the fire ta...
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☁️ ·̩͙✧ C H A P T E R O N E
WHEN MEVANYA was a child, she loved to read about the history of the conquest. Specifically; about RhaenysTargaryen.
Her ancestor had long been her role model. Rhaenys had flown to Meraxes in battle and helped her brother and husband Aegon conquer the 7 kingdoms. While also being a fair, kind, loving and caring woman, always joyful, improving and caring for all the people in the Seven Kingdoms.
But as she grew older she believed less and less in role models. Her father, for a moment in her life, had been one of them, the king she saw as just, reigning in times of peace, but then she learned that her father was nothing more than a cowardly king, and that in reality, the false peace he brought to the people was nothing more than a cheap illusion to camouflage the lack of action against the real misfortunes of the realm. Her mother, a woman who seemed so cunning, graceful, beautiful and good was nothing more than an ambitious manipulator who cared less for her daughter and way more to see her eldest son, the worst and most despicable of them all, on the throne.
Mevanya learned that role models cannot be trusted, but she also learned that she must trust herself, her own ability, her own cunning, her own power. What she had to say, though, was that all these things she had learned from the lessons of Harwin Strong, and from occasional furtive encounters with her sister Rhaenyra. Mevanya never had a father or mother by her side, never really at least, but she had Ser Harwin Strong, the only man who ever believed in her and what she could become. When he died in that unfortunate accident, Mevanya was never the same, it broke her soul to lose the only person who had ever supported her.
Still, she had to carry on, just as he would have wished. She went on with her training, this time by herself, teaching herself and learning from her own mistakes, weaknesses and strengths, she went on with herself, with her looks, her intellect, her education. Ser Harwin Strong's death had brought her not only grief, but a new beginning. Mevanya became the celebrated Princess of Hearts, charming everyone in the kingdom with her beautiful, dazzling smile and her enchanting, magnetic eyes.
However, she never got the attention of the one person she wished she had.
Jacaerys Velaryon had never taken an interest in her, the boy hardly ever looked at her, let alone spoke a word. Mevanya had always been charmed by him, the gentleness with which he treated others, the loyal and soulful way his eyes sparkled whenever he saw his mother or brothers. Jacaerys had always cared to be a good man, to show respect, but also, as he grew older and learned more from his mother and stepfather, he showed authority and confidence no matter what anyone thought, yet he would always treat everyone gently. Everyone but her.
"Jace, look at my new dress!" she would always receive an "uh-huh" without his disinterested eyes lingering more than 3 seconds on her and said dress. "Jace, Harwin taught me this new move!" would get an "aha, well, I have to go train".
