𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, daemon targaryen

🖇️-› 𝑜𝑛𝑒

(the dress sucks but bear with it)

🖇️—› 𝑜𝑛𝑒, NORMAL DAY

AS USUAL, PRINCESS Haelara awoke early in the morrow, off to greet her grandsire, the king. Her father, Baelon, died in 84AC, she was only around 3 or 4 at that time. Her Grandsire, Jaehaerys Targaryen, insisted they come stay in the Keep, to train Viserys well to be a possible king and introduce him to tactics and politics. Daemon would run around the halls unruly, running while ushering his pants on, jumping around and fixing his hair quickly.

Viserys would be half ready at this time of the morrow, and now he ran alongside his brother, racing towards their sister who was way ahead of both of them.

Haelara was already ready 2 hours and a half ago, she wore a light blue dress, long sleeved, it hugged the feature and shape of her  body, though the sleeves were thankfully long enough not to show her arms. Some sort of belt hung lazily on her waist, it was intricate and was designed with the bluest of sapphires. Viserys wore a black and red doublet with many confusing embroidery of gold, it was clear he picked it out randomly.

Daemon...well, he wore a dark shade of red, black pants, and his hair covered in leaves and all. "Good morrow sister!" the two brothers greeted, "Good morrow." she stated, giving them a simply nod much to their disappointment. It was rare for the boys to see Haelara as the girl was always elsewhere. Away from them. Always off chasing and hunting down bugs and animals, petting Tessarion but never riding him.

"Must you ignore us, Sister?" Daemon groaned, fixing his hair as both him and his brother slowed their walk in order to match their sister's pace. "I do not ignore you. In fact, we catch grasshoppers together when you are not busy or occupied." Haelara sighed, reminding Daemon of their moments with her. And a bit of Viserys.

"But that's rare." Viserys protested, running a hand through his hair.

"Viserys agrees!" Daemon smirked, proudly showing his point. "You have princely duties, and I, princess duties." Haelara reminded, smiling sadly. "Spool of green, spool of black, intertwining dragons, the black king falls to the sky." Haelara mumbled, confusing Viserys. Both of them were blessed with the goddess, Tessarion's dragon dreams. But Haelara's were not easily told by her.

They were told in riddles. Confusing ones.

"Speak clearly, sister. We cannot understand. Spool of what and what?!" Daemon whined as they walked towards the throne room. "Hush now, Dae, we are to meet our brother's betrothed, or soon to be at least." Haelara reminded, sighing suddenly. "I wish i had a betrothed. I shall wish for a fruitful marriage." as  the girl fantasized of a wonderful life, Daemon and Viserys were shocked.

"Men are icky." Daemon reminded, "Yes." Viserys agreed, "You lot are not icky?" she replied in confusion, "Yes but we are siblings. We do not think one another to be icky."

"Siblings marry each other in this family. Twin flames are oceans apart." Haelara stated, mumbling the last part slowly. Viserys knew, Haelara and Daemon were and are the Twin flames she speaks about.

Aemma Arryn, and her family of Arryn's were gathered in the throne room, King Jaehaerys I greeted them with glee. "Ah, Viserys, my boy! Come, come." Jaehaerys ushered the eldest. Dameon and Haelara simply bowing in respects, "Good morrow, Grandsire." Haelara grinned. "My girl."

"This is Aemma Arryn. Boy, Viserys, take her around the castle would you?" Jaehaerys asked, ordered most likely, "Of course, Grandsire." Viserys smiled, and allowed the young girl to take his arm and walk alongside him. "Daemon, Haelara, you may go play or do something else now." Jaehaerys nodded, ushering the two out. Daemon's eye twitched, "Why did he even call us here?" He asked his sister in disbelief, "Because he is the king, he may do whatever he wishes."

"Then if i was king i could father a million bastards, get drunk, kill people, and no one would bat an eye?" Daemon asked curiously, Haelara simply hummed, she was crouched down and fiddled with a tarantula, "Look, this one has color." Haelara pointed to the deadly spider.

"Don't they all?" Daemon asked in amusement, eyeing the spider. Haelara shook her head, using a random golden bowl laid out to place the spider there.

Daemon sighed at her weird behavior. She was always like this. He didn't mind. He loved her.

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