𝖅ō𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊 || ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

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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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"It is alright kepa" Aurora said as softly as she could, she didn't want her father, the one who she had learnt to love and had taught her how to have a half decent family (she had been an orphan in her previous life) to worry because of her, at least not alone (father).

"I know Rori" he rubbed his face with one hand as he threw her nickname at her "I know darling"

With a smile Aurora kissed her father's bearded cheek and placed the dark mesh in his hands.

"I'll be going to comfort the prince's daughters, how horrid this must all be for them" she waited for his approval before walking away trying to ignore the constant stares at her.

Her adult mind was working overtime everyday trying to think of possible ways she might alter the future and how not to do so too much so that she could still predict the big things. She didn't think that getting close to the Targaryen so at this precise moment in time would hurt the plot too much, all she had to do was not interfere when Luke cut out Aemond's eye. Although this was something she preferred to avoid, she couldn't think of a way to stop that from happening without earning the hatred from the Blacks, and she preferred to stay neutral, at least for the moment.

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Rhaenyra stared at the tall girl as she approached her nieces with her head held high.

"Astonishing is it not dear niece?" Daemon appeared besides her, whispering in her ear.

"Is she one of yours,uncle?" the princess asked the man shamelessly.

"I have never in my life met lord Brandon Belgrave's wife and few people knew of the girl up until not too long ago. They never let anyone outside the family home see her, but it makes sense now as to why" he chuckled out of amusement for the situation.

"This amuses you uncle?" the princess looked up at the man with furrowed eyebrows.

"Slightly niece"

"Do you believe her to be Targaryen?" Rhaenyra took one of the goblets from a table.

"I wouldn't fully disclose the idea but I do not believe that she is my brothers, and I know for a fact that she is not mine. What a curious enigma" the prince stared at the young girl's figure as she stood near his daughters.

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"Father what is this? What is a child like her doing here?" Queen Alicent had quickly approached her father, the Hand, as soon as her husband was out of earshot.