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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

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Back with Aurora, our young, not-so young, protagonist was slightly panicking at the thought of meeting the shows main family. She had already thought up several ideas of how to prevent Luke from dying and even how to prolong the king's life for a few more days just to make sure that nothing would throw the realm into the war between Blacks and Greens that ended in the massacre of the old Valyrian houses.

"Bayla" her dornish maid came in "help me pick a dress for this afternoon, a black one if possible"

The dark skinned woman quickly picked out a beautiful dark dress with a high neckline and long sleeves. The soft skirt was also long and fell to just above her feet. Aurora had also procured a black fan, another trend she had started after attending another noble woman's funeral. The fan was supposed to cover a woman's face when held up and open to their faces to mask their emotions (or so Aurora had learnt from the old period mangas she used to read so often).

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Aurora slipped on the smooth dress, already dreading how warm she was going to feel in it. She did her own makeup, having already taught herself how to use the smallest amount needed back in her previous adult years.

Her father waited for her, also clad in all black and with their family crest engraved in gold on his chest, like her own dress.

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Brandon was glad his daughter had opted for the mesh that covered not only her eyes but her hair as it was a fabric that fell down over her shoulders. His eyes glinted with recognition when he spotted the golden necklace she wore above her high-necked dress, her mother's necklace. It was a simple gold chain attached to a small dragon head with eyes engraved with a small emerald.

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The knights, maids and Septa sent them off when they boarded the ship.

"Phew" Aurora flicked back the mesh that covered her face with a huff and leaned back against the wooden railing of the ship, her arms holding her body up "Why does it have to be so damn hot around here. Can we go the North some day kepa?" (father)

Her father chuckled as he too tugged on the neck of his suit. Both daughter and father were usually very composed but, the moment they were away from other 'educated' people (the Septa or other uptight nobles) their manners left them both. Like father like daughter.

"We will one day tala, I will make sure of it" he said in amusement (daughter) "Did you bring what your Septa told you not to bring?"

Aurora smiled slyly as she reached a hand down to her skirt, lifting it a bit but not worrying about it since she didn't actually care if the men saw her ankles (Oh great heavens!), and she was sure her father's hulking figure would cover her. From a holster she had wrapped around her lower leg she pulled out a small blade, barely the size of a proper dagger, but sharp enough to pierce flesh.

"And...?" her father asked, knowing his daughter far too well as she handed the blade to him.

With a huff Aurora reached her hand through the mesh and up to her hair, which she had asked Bayla to pin up, to pull another two blades from there, this ones smaller and thinner but just as sharp as the first, making her pale hair fall down and slightly below the fabric that was supposed to cover it.

"Thank you" Brandon smiled down at his young daughter when she gave them to him as well and he himself handed hem off to a knight standing by.

The man knew his daughter still had several other possible weapons hidden away but decided not to pry further, since Aurora Belgrave was far too much like her father and he knew so from experiencing first hand all the trouble she had caused despite her advanced mental age.

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Their ship docked at DrifMark and they walked down from it, the mesh once again pulled over the young woman's face making several people gathered there to help them turn and stare.

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The family's private celebration had already ended and the Targaryens, especially the prince and his two young daughters, were now in the process of receiving condolences from several nobles. All eyes turned to the tall man making his way to the prince through the crowd.

He was a rather handsome man with soft age lines coursing his face. His tall frame dressed in black did nothing to diminish his imposing nature, in fact, it augmented it.

"Prince Daemon" his voice sounded loud and clear making even the king and queen themselves take notice of him "I offer you my deepest condolences for the loss of your lady wife. I too know what it is like to loose the woman one loves"

Of course the words were nothing but pleasentry. Brandon knew who the prince's true affections were directed to, as did many, but they were nobles and appearances had to be kept, at least for now.

"Thank you lord Belgrave" prince Daemon smiled before he noticed the tall and lean figure behind the lord "Is this your daughter, the one I have heard so much about?"

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Aurora cursed the prince in her mind as everyone's attention, which had been on her father, now turned to her. She could see from the locked jaw from her father that he felt the same.

"Indeed she is your grace. This is my daughter, Aurora Belgrave" her father pushed her forward a bit by her lower back.

"Your grace" Aurora bowed elegantly at the man before her. She remembered his shrew nature.

Many had loved his character in the series but she would never forgive the call he made behind everyone's backs when he had ordered the assassins to kill the fan favourite princess Healena's innocent children. He had always been a cruel and manipulative man and his love for Rhaenyra was simply him projecting his desires of having someone of his direct descent on the throne.

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Daemon smiled and thanked the young woman as she bowed before him. Her face was hidden behind a dark mesh of black fabric and that only added to the mystery everyone wanted to know.

"Would the lady mind uncovering her face?" he asked her "I like to see the faces of the people I meet"

The young lady Belgrave looked up at her father as if asking for permission before pulling the black cover off over her head and off of her shoulders.

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Eyes fell upon the young lady as she uncovered her face. What caught the attention of most people there was not her beauty, thought she was quite a looker for her still young age, but her silver hair which fell in waves to her back and her two toned eyes.

"Impossible" a nobleman whispered from his place behind the prince.

He was shot a glare that could easily freeze hell over by the young lady, her single cornflower blue and green eyes pinning him down on the spot. Only when the sickly king was helped forward did she release him from her glare.

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Aurora stood pin straight, and as tense as her father was behind her, when the sick king was brought forth on his chair and pushed his brother aside to get a better look of her. She could see the king's sons, Aegon and Aemond (still with two eyes) staring at her from behind their father.

Aurora rose her gaze to cross eyes with the king who studied her face with rather tired eyes.

"Mhm" he hummed softly "Lord Belgrave, I wish to speak with you and your daughter...if possible, a bit later on..." the king said in the same soft tone.

Aurora knew he was quickly getting weaker as he retreated to a corner of the funeral.
Brandon and his daughter shared a worried look.

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