Valyria Targaryen (Daemon Targaryen ff)

The Necklace

The ride was smooth back to the Red Keep. Commoners lined the edges of the streets as we strode through. Statues of different scaled dragons lined the way to represent power. It was easy to pick out the people who looked to the King for help and others who looked down on him for they thought he was weak. Nevertheless, my head was held high as my name alone had expectations of its own. Whether or not people appreciated it. I forced the line to stop hopping off of my horse before giving a few bags of coins to the orphanage on the way.

"You do this every time." Ser Harrold almost complained, annoying me. If he didnt like it he didn't have to stay and watch over it.

"Wouldn't you if you had the coin?" I smiled sarcastically as I sat comfortably on my horse.

Circling the front gates I looked to the castle with dread. I hated every inch of it. One step in and the air was already as thick as dragon's skin. I lead the way hearing Nyra and Alicent giggling a short distance behind. Rolling my eyes, I clasped my hands together behind my back biting my tongue. It took patience I did not know I had in order to keep my head straight. Ever since we were little, that Alicent girl has been in my sister's shadow following her every step. It was an itch that never went away.

Before I could lift a finger, the doors to my mothers room opened. Barely looking up from their task the handmaidens gave a soft curtsy. A smile crept upon my face seeing my mother. She was the most beautiful woman I knew.

"Ah. My beautiful girls." Mother smiled with soft purple eyes looking at myself and Rhaenyra. "You know I don't like you two to go flying while I'm in this condition." She scolded.

"You don't like for us to go flying while you're in any condition."

"Nyra!" I hissed giving her a look as I sat next to our mother. It was silent until I saw the look on mothers face. Following her sights she was staring at Alicent picking at her nails.

"Your Grace." The Hightower girl finally greeted.

"Good morrow, Alicent." Mother flatly responded without another look.

Even my own mother's mood changes when she is around. Barely giving her a second glance she focused back on Nyra and myself.

"Have you slept, mother?"

"I slept." She plainly answered.

"For how long?" I asked grabbing her fan to wave at her myself. But she only grabbed it back and held my hands.

"I don't need mothering, Valyria."

"Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants, all focused on the babe." Nyra spoke the truth sitting on the bench next to me. "Someone has to attend to you." Mother only smiled while she tapped us both with her foot.

"You two will lie in this bed soon enough. This discomfort is how we serve the realm."

"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory." My little sister exhaled. I could hear the sadness in her voice. She knew she would never be able to do so. I laid my hand in hers for comfort. Nyra gave a slight squeeze to my hand out of nervousness and began fiddling with my rings. Spinning them left and right. We were more alike than we wanted to admit.

"We seem to see eye to eye on that little sister." I had insisted before giving mother a begging look to stop. But I was ignored.

"We have royal wombs. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now you two must take a bath. You stink of dragon." A look of disappointment was sent our way before I stood grabbing Nyras hand. When walking past Alicent the only thing she got from me was a look of discontent before I led my little sister to the council's room. Before approaching the door I could still feel my sister twisting my rings.