He was fire, she was ice. A flame may love a snowflake, but they can never be together without each harming the other. A forbidden love between two Targaryens, with fire and blood.
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#1 alyna 30/12/2022
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Some years have passed; Alyna was no longer the innocent ten and twelve girl that she once was. She was regarded as a breathtakingly beautiful lady and a delicate beauty as she had flowered. She is now ten and four, the right age to be betrothed. It had been two years since her aunt's death, her father's and the marriage of Daemon and Rhaenyra.
She is widely regarded as the most beautiful Targaryen and Velaryon lady in the realm. She is thought to be more beautiful than her grandmother. Her mother's eyes are sparkling purple, while hers are more mauve. She has beautiful silver-blonde hair that falls in waves to her spine. Her skin is silky and smooth to the touch, with a light beige tone that complements her silver hair well.
She often kept herself in her room, refusing to acknowledge either Aegon or Aemond. Alyna never stays in King's Landing for too long; for two moons, she stays in King's Landing, until the rest of the year is spent in Dragonstone. Her handmaiden, Alys, remained loyal to her.
"Lady Alyna, your mother summons you to her bedchambers. She seeks an audience with Prince Aemond of House Targaryen." Alys stated, being formal as ever. Alyna nodded, putting her book down.
Alyna wore a black dress, simple as ever. Ever since, she's only worn formal dresses in public events. She and her handmaiden walked to her mother's bedchambers, and found Rhaenyra and Aemond. "Hello, Alyna." He said, his voice deeper as ever.
She eyed him up and down, and smiled. "Aemond, pleased to meet you," She sweetly said, and sat down. Aemond stared at her, as she talked with her handmaiden. "Prince Aemond asks for your hand in marriage." Rhaenyra began. "You will have two weddings, one of the Faith, and one of Old Valyrian."
"Why two weddings?"
"As to please the Queen Alicent, she wishes for her son to have a traditional Faith of the Seven wedding." Rhaenyra explained, though the dull tone of hers could have bore Alyna easily.
"Ah, proceed."
"As you are ten and four, you will bed Aemond on your wedding night. Though that tradition is outdated, you will not have that tradition. He is only two years above you, around the age of ten and six."
