A house of the dragon story. This story focuses on The only daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon. Follow her on her journey to reach the iron throne. What will she have to give to get what was taken from her? How will her love interfere w...
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It had been an endless cycle of torture. Every day my room was filled with Maesters, maids, and night terrors. There wasn't a single night when I wouldn't wake up crying in agony. That moment would replay over and over in my head. The image of Luce haunted me, shaking me to the core, and sending me to a panic attack early in the morning. I had just been awake 3 full days and still nothing had truly changed. My back was still broken, not allowing me to have full motion, and would send waves of pain all over my legs and arms when I would stay still too long. I was recovering with the routine ice baths, massages, and herbs; however, I wasn't recovering fast enough.
" alright what about now? Do you fancy the braids on top of the loss curls? I think the hair ring my princess," Marlin pleased a hand mirror in front of me face but I didn't like at myself. How could I... was a disappointment.
"Thank you. You are really kind my friend. However I don't like who looks bad at me..." I turned away disapproving of the image in the mirror upset overall and utterly depressed.
"My lady you are beautiful. Even with your hair this way you are stunning. How about I draw you a warm bath this time. Your grandfather has brought oils from your homeland and sand scrubs to soften the scars. Anything to make you feel better my princess." She place the mirror back on the night stand coming forth to face me.
I know that Nany had asked her to cheer me up and after saving my life I felt ungrateful. She had became a dear friend earning my trust as the days went by. I did appreciate everything she did for me yet something was missing.
"Lovie... we must get going." Nanny was at the edge of my bed as Marline was finishing getting me ready. She had chosen a light blue dress ever so flowy and soft. A little too light for these cold winds that creeped in from the north. I could imaged I looked strange over all covered in so many layers of bandages some that still had blood on them as they were opening up again thanks to me constant movement at night. I wasn't always big on looks, yet I did not like that over all... I looked weak.
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