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Rhaella Targaryen
She saw her grandson closing the door behind him, and a smile found its way onto her face, happy to see her grandson again. She quickly walked over to him, spreading her arms and hugging him close, and so did he. Aemon kissed her cheek as she asked how he was.
"I'm fine, grandmother," Aemon answered, stepping back from him; her purple eyes went to the new guest as she walked closer, now standing beside her grandson.
"This is my wife, Val, of the Free Folk." Aemon introduced her with a smile.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Rhaella," Val says with curtsy, something The Queen returned with a smile.
"Indeed, Val," Rhaella says, her eyes looking at the woman her grandson married. She had to admit the woman was beautiful, had the body and the face to make many heads turn; she could easily pass as a Targaryen Princess if it weren't for her hair that was more blonde than silver, and she had sharp pale blue eyes.
"I brought enough food for both of you. Please have a seat." Rhaella offered with a soft voice; walking up to the other side of the table, she scooted out a chair and sat on it. Her eyes watched as Val sat, and so did her grandson.
"Please, take whatever you want. I hope you're hungry." Rhaella spoke with a soft voice like silk.
"Thank you, grandmother," Aemon says. Both cut a piece of steak, beaked in clay, covered in lemon juice, and other ingredients needed to add more flavor.
Grabbing a golden goblet in her hand, her eyes went to Val, who was using a knife and a fork, but the way her hands were holding the blade, it was clumsy, and she could clearly see her lack of use a fork and a knife to eat.
"Lady Val, you don't need to use that if you're uncomfortable. Use whatever you want." Rhaella says. The girl put the fork and knife down right away before pulling the meat apart with her bare hand. From the way she hummed, Rhaella knew she was enjoying it.
Silence fell over them. The only sound heard was the sound of chewing and swallowing. After a minute of silence, Rhaella thought, I might as well start.
"So, how does it feel to be in The South?" Rhaella asked, taking a sip of Dornish wine from her cup, enjoying the taste of the liquid in her mouth.
"Is Warm," Val says flatly, her grandson suppressing a laugh from escaping his mouth.
"Is much more different than the North. There we need to hunt every day to secure food for our belly and fight against animals, other tribes, and white walkers," Val explained, her voice sounding angrier at the end.
Rhaella felt a chill when the White Walkers were mentioned. She wondered why her grandson hadn't mentioned them yesterday.
"How did you meet my grandson?" Rhaella asked, ignoring the comment about the White Walkers for now.
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A Prince of House Targaryen
FanficAt the end of Robert's Rebellion, Rhaegar comes out victorious. A secret son hidden as a bastard sees himself as more than that; he goes out to make himself known to The World.
