The Violet Flower {And Her Targaryens}

Prologue

Cold little pricks drop all over her skin, but as soon as she feels them, they disappear. Snowflakes falling all around her. She feels slightly cold breezes blow against her face every now and then. The young girl could feel her dress top getting wet as the snow she lays on melts against her warmth.

Finally, she finds peace.

"You'll catch a cold" A voice belonging to one of the two people she can tolerate in this place. And as quickly as her peace arrived for her, it was taken away.

Slowly opening her eyes. Her eyes staring up at the sky. she slightly turns her head and her light purple eyes lock with slightly darker purple eyes.

"Do you truly believe that my prince?" She looks at the boy next to her who is much older then the young princess .
Aemond Targaryen, the princess older brother, standing before her at his ripe age of 16. He already started brushing his own hair, thanks to the little girl laying in the snow. She tends to be very bossy, especially to the prince standing above her.

"Are you going to lay there all day and gawk at eachother?" Another male voice can be heard, she turns her head to the left then tilts her shin up.
She can see a semi-upsidedown figure belonging to no other then her oldest brother Aegon Targaryen who's 19 now.

She looks back to the sky and then slowly sits up.

Aemond walks around her and stands infront of her, offering her his hands. She intertwines her hands with his and he pulls her up to her feet.

Before she could open her mouth to thank him she hears a loud dramatic gasp, then the voice of a woman.
"Daella Targaryen! You are going to be sick! Start the princess a warm bath at once!" She feels a cloth like blanket is wrapped around her, she turns and see's Criston Cole wrapping her in his white colored blanket that drapes off the back of his armor.

"Lets get you inside princess." She glances at the women who yelled at her, Mariah, one of her closest and most trusted lady's.

She walks slowly out of the gardens and inside the castle again. Feeling warmth swarm her body, already feeling over heated again.

Daella hates the warmth. She always prefers the cold. The clothes they give her especially in winter are always layers and layers.
She feels like not only does she overheat but she cant breath in them.

"Im sorry. Please forgive me." She says in a low soft voice.

She feels hands wrap around her shoulders.

"My darling Daella, im not mad at you. If you wish to lay in the snow at least let me or one of your ladys know so we can get you the proper clothes." Mariah knows even though she's telling her this Daella wont listen.

Daella glances back behind herself and see's her two Targaryens following them.

As they all make it to Daella's chambers, Criston Cole stands guard outside her door, Daella sworn knight after her mother Alicent Hightower passed away.

Daella opens the door to her room, drops the cloth from sir Criston at the door and begins to untie and unbutton her clothes, feeling to over heated not caring who is still around her.

"Sister. You are aware both of us are still here, correct?" The question coming from her older brother Aegons mouth.

"Im over heated." Was her only reply. As her top came flying off and she threw it to another part of her room.

She walks into her bathing room and see's no steam coming from the bath that has been made for her.

"Just how you like it my lady." Says a young dark brown haired almost black haired woman that goes by the name of Cynthia. Daellas face brightens up.

She slowly makes her way into the bath of ice cold water, submerging her entire body in it. The cold pricks coming back to her. She loves that feeling. It was slight burning pricks on her skin that disappeared as quickly as they showed up. But the feeling relaxed her.

She closed her eyes and relaxed her body, but she could feel eyes watching her every move but she didn't dare open her eyes as she preferred the comfort she felt now and not to talk to the annoyances of whoever is watching her.
Even though Daella Targaryen knew exactly who the eyes belonged to, her two Targaryens that will never leave her side.