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𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 once was a Princess of the realm and nothing more━━ once her hands were clean from blood. By the time she was twenty, she was the 'Cruel Princess'.
𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 once was...
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𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 ever worried about his eldest daughter━━ if any of his children could hold h their own it was Megaera.
And yet he felt nothing but worry as he and Caraxes approached Dragonstone and his eyes found Vhagar sunbathing on their shores.
Vermithor no where to be seen.
Daemon cursed, landing Caraxes as close to the gates of the castle as he could with an order to ready himself for a fight.
His hand drifted to Darksister preparing himself for what he may hear. And if that Hightower spawn laid a hand on his daughter━━ well, it won't end well for him. Or any of his kin.
He'd burn Old Town to the ground if even a hair was astray atop his daughter's head.
His steps echoed in the silence of the island a the guards at the gate stood straight as a rod when they saw him approaching them.
"Explain." Was all he said━━ commanded the two.
The one to his right gave his friend a look before speaking, jumping slightly at the lethal look Daemon's eyes carried. "Princess Megaera arrived early in the morning before sunrise. The Prince followed shortly after━━ they're in the war room the entire morning." He answered him at last and Daemon gave them a nod before he hurried inside the castle and to where his daughter was.
"Meg!" He called out as he pushed the doors opened, expecting the worse, yet finding his daughter and Aemond both standing across from eachother over the lit up table, peacefully.
The perfect image of two sovereigns preparing for war.
Wide eyes snapped up, caught of guard by his appearance, and his daughter gave him a tired smile as Aemond's hand fell to his sword.
Daemon looked on amusedly at this, before turning to his daughter. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked, gesturing to his... nephew.
Megaera sighed, "This has a name." Was the first thing she said, lips twitching as she glanced at Aemond before turning to him again. "And we are in a bit of a situation."
