Alicent Hightower raised a bastard - The Stranger's Child.
Except she didn't.
Naenyra looked nothing like the Targaryen beauty that her father expected. She was, as her mother always wished, a Hightower at heart, and how she looked only proved it...
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"If you want Naenyra, like you believe you are entitled to, you better prove to me you are worth her because as it stands, you will not have her. When the time comes, and she is of age, it will be Aemond's name I put forward, not yours." The threat hung heavy in the air on Aegon's shoulders as he stood in the courtyard, his light eyes peering up at the small Princess who had situated herself on one of the balconies.
She was trying not to be caught, but he could see that her eyes no longer crossed the words on the page but rather flicked between the book and the yard and then up to the otherside. Nyra could see her father with his Hand, the pair on the move around the training yard.
Nyra hadn't spoken to Aegon since she found out what he had done, offering him nothing but the silent treatment every time he tried to talk to her. Alicent had scolded her for it, but Nyra didn't care; eventually she would speak to him, but it wasn't going to be today. She felt sorry for Aemond, having spent the night comforting silent tears and whispering promises of taking him for a ride on Veraxes.
"I hope you don't mind if we join you, Princess. You have chosen one of the best spaces in the yard to watch training." The voice surprised her as Nyra lowered her book, head whipping up to the intrusion. The King and his Hand had managed to make their way to where she was sitting, the balcony having more than enough space for them all.
Nyra's eyes darted to the King, who gave a small nod of approval. "Not at all, Lord Strong. It would be my pleasure for you to join me." The Hand gave a wide smile, Nyra watching as the King struggled. She sighed softly before placing down her book and crossing the small platform, holding out an arm. "Here, let me help you, you can take my chair."
Viserys gazed at her for a moment before his hand fell onto the small girl's arm, and she helped him cross the space. "Thank you, Nyra." She simply nodded, politely leading him to her chair before lowering him in. It gave the perfect view of the grounds below, not just being able to see his boys but the Velaryons, and the marquees around it.
Nyra went to perch on the edge, picking up her book once more. "Are you not going to watch them, Princess?" The Hand asked, her head raising again to glance at him.
She shook her head, smiling gently. "I'm afraid I don't know much about swinging a sword, I don't think I could offer any words on how they are doing."
"Nonsense." The King uttered. "You sit out here most days, do you not? You probably know more about swinging a sword than the boys who are swinging it." It felt like a compliment, the concept confusing Nyra as her eyes took him in.
"You flatter me, my King." Nyra said before placing her book down completely, this time watching the boys without shame. She could feel Viserys' eyes on her, but didn't say anything as her eyes were drawn to her two brothers, Daeron at the side happily twirling it about before glancing up to his sister.
