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"Be Welcome!"
italics = flashbacks (unless stated otherwise)
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"What might your name be, little one?"
A voice whispered from behind her, turning her body around and taking her away from her praying. Elaina's eyes widen a bit with shock, as the person in front of her was the young prince. Quickly standing up, Elaina bowed to Daemon in respect. Which caused the prince to chuckle at her politeness.
"My Prince, I apologize I did not hear you come in," Elaina said, staring carefully towards his smirking face.
Daemon chuckled once again before taking a step closer to the girl, coming within elbows reach. Elaina held her breath as if she came face to face with an animal waiting to tear her apart.
"There isn't anything to apologize for, but I did ask you for your name, my lady," Daemon said, almost like his words seemed to purr into her ears. Elaina's heart quickened just a tad bit, feeling the tension of the prince's gaze on her.
"Elaina Hightower, my prince," Elaina answered nervously, feeling her small hands sweat with the amount of heat surrounding her from the candles lighting up the room.
"You are just as beautiful as your mother, Lady Elaina," Daemon said, complimenting the young girl who looked to be ten and two by the moon. As he is age of twenty and two.
Elaina felt herself blush from his words, not understanding why her face burned by just the compliment. She had gotten many compliments before from all sorts of lords and ladies, but never from a prince.
Specifically from a Targaryen prince, who was rumored to take ladies who had caught his eyes to his chambers and bed with them.
"Thank you, Prince Daemon. My mother would be honored to know you find her beauty within me," Elaina said her words beings nothing of the truth.
Elaina knew that her mother would be overjoyed, knowing that her sweet daughter Elaina had caught the eye of the prince. Although her father would completely disagree with her mother, he had hoped it would be someone of more importance.
"May I ask what you have prayed for?" Daemon asked the girl, standing just a bit closer this time. Their faces inches apart.
Like a spell, Elaina had been captivated by his alluring aura of charm. Her breath staggered a bit before answering truthfully, not understanding why she had even answered him.
"The health of my mother, my prince,"
"Ah yes, a pity isn't it? Dying so beautifully in the arms of her lover," Daemon said, his words sounding like a poem being recited word for word.
