𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬
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Aurora, the last of a family of Valyrian dragonlords, lives with her Westerosi lord father after her mother's death. She hides a secret; an adult woman's consciousness from our world resides within her. Au...
Aurora gritted her teeth. Though the old worm hadn't protested against her earning the title of maester as a woman, he continued to ignore her advice.
"No" Viserys denied the drug as Otto tied to make him drink from the cup "Just arranged the supper"
Even with the king's wounds getting better he still grew tired easily so Aurora finished up quickly and they covered him up.
She looked up at Otto as she went back to her room quickly to change into something more appropriate than the 'scrubs' (if you could even call them that) she wore when healing the king.
"Bayla" she burst into her room starling her maid "Get me my dress ready please"
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Aurora was very pleased with Bayla's choice of dress for her. As always she wore a blue dress, now considered her signature color.
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She wore boots beneath it since they were more comfortable and the dress was long enough to cover her feet. She made her way to the throne room as many others were doing and placed herself beside Rhaenys and Baela.
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Rhaenyra stop close to the Iron Throne with the rest of her family. She glanced around at the people who had come to the hearing and her eyes caught Aurora getting greeted warmly by her aunt Rhaenys.
The room went silent as the Hand walked up to the Iron Throne and sat on it.
"Thought it is the great hope of this court that lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds..." Aurora glared at the man sat on the throne as he continued "...we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of DriftMark. As Hand, I speak with the king's voice on this and all matters at the moment" he adjusted his robe "The crown will now hear the petitions"
Aurora caught prince Aemond's eyes from across the room as the young man had a sort of excited look on his face because of the chaos that might come from the meeting.
"Ser Vaemond of house Velaryon" the dark skinned Velaryon walked forward.
"My queen. My lord Hand" he begun "the history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as house Targaryen has ruled the skies, house Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell upon Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind" Aurora ignored Rhaenys' look back at her "Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that, were they to fail, it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name..."
