Rogue | Daemon&Rhaenyra

5

Saerra does exactly as she's told. She sits in the back of the box with the royal family, but far enough away that it's obvious that she's not with them. It's obvious she's not part of the family. It's obvious she's not one of them. She tries to care, she truly tries to pay attention to the tourney below, but she cannot fathom even an ounce of interest in the games. It's dreadfully boring, especially when Saerra is sat against her will. She isn't considered her father's daughter, yet has to listen to his every word. Saerra snickers as the Baratheon knight asks for the favor of the Queen Who Never Was. She finds it hilarious, but pulls herself together as Corlys eyes her from his chair.

The drums beat in rhythm as a new banner is placed, representing a new house as their contender is introduced.

" Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!"

Saerra's eyes light up as the silver-haired Prince rides up on his horse, covered in armor with a lance and shield in hand. Finally, something interesting.

Prince Daemon aims his lance at the man carrying a Hightower shield, sure meant to be a jab at Otto, especially when the Prince emerges victorious. Saerra gasps as she watches the horse's leg get sliced. Her hand covers her mouth in shock, yet feels compelled to clap along with the rest of the crowd.

" Now, I'm fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it," The Prince remarks as he holds his lance up to the balcony.

The Lady Alicent blushes, but goes to give him her favor under her father's hardened gaze. But the next opponent will not be defeated as easily. Criston Cole has proven himself to be a fine fighter, and even more so as he faces off against the Prince. The Dornish man nearly defeats him at every given moment. It has Saerra at the edge of her set as she watches the two men fight each other on the ground, which only ends with a yield.

" I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor," Ser Criston Cole utters as he stands before the royal.

The Princess gladly gives him her favor with a smile, but catches the eye of another as she turns to get back to her chair. For the first time in her entire life, Saerra sees Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen with her own eyes. Her breath is caught in her throat. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head as her jaw goes slack. Rhaenyra is among the most beautiful women Saerra has ever seen, if not the most beautiful. Saerra mindlessly claps with the crowd, but her eyes are not on the tourney.

They're on the Princess.

But Otto comes with somber news. He's responsible for telling the Lords and Ladies about the passing of the Queen. Rhaenyra is no fool and is able to figure out something is amuck as the box begins to empty. Even Saerra is ushered out by Corlys, where she, unfortunately, must leave the Princess, only to be right with her again at the funeral.

Saerra, as usual, is not part of the Velaryon circle. She stands next to them but not with them, and as a result, stands before Princess Rhaenyra once more. Saerra can only see the back of her head as her beautiful silver hair billows in the wind, where she is joined by another with equally beautiful hair.

Daemon attempts to console his niece in a time of need,  where he tries to give her the strength to be there for King Viserys, who has become a shell of himself. The King will forever carry the guilt of this day with him, for not only is his wife burning on the pyre... but his son as well.

All mourn in their own ways, and Daemon's ways happen to lead him to a pleasure house, and since Saerra truly had no love for the Queen, she ends up in the exact same pleasure house without knowing who had bought it. She never questioned it. To her, it was just an excuse to have a fun night, and maybe one where she could find a woman whose features resemble Rhaenyra, for she knows a bastard will never have a chance with a Princess. While the whore on Saerra's lap doesn't have beautiful silver hair, she does possess a soft round face and plump lips, which will have to suffice. And it does, up until the pleasure house goes quiet and all eyes turn to someone she never expected to see.