Valyria Targaryen (Daemon Targaryen ff)

Death

Tournament Day.

Thousands of King's Landing people were here for a babe that had yet to be born. It only made me think if anyone was there when I was brought into this ungrateful world. If anyone cheered or even cared.

Rhaenyra looked bewitching with her hair braided up on her head as she attempted to rush over and sit next to me unnoticed. She wore a new red gown detailed by only the greatest I had chosen. A white lace collar stuck out to her ears followed by a gold trim to her chest which paralleled the cuffs of her sleeves. Jeweled with golden orange stones matching the waist line. She didn't much appreciate the more revealing side of King Landing's choices.

I sat in the stands directly below my father since he has no sons and I am the oldest. My gown was blood red matching my sisters but made with softer fabrics. Layered sleeves tickled my arms. The neckline was pointed and kept low below my breasts with matching spaces along my waistline exposing as much of my tanned skin as possible. The gown then pooled over the floor like a calm lake past my shoes. My hair had two separate braids pinned up for Nyra and Rayne while the rest laid in its natural curls.

The moment Nyra sat down I could hear the snickering of her and Alicent while father spoke. Rayne sitting to my right cleared her throat to get my attention of the tourney men lined on one end. Each of their faces covered with a helmet while hers lit with joy.

"Queen Aemma has begun her labors!" Father announced. My heart quickened, making my chest ache. We were forced to stay far from our mother today. Maester Mellos made the excuse that it would place extraordinary stress on the labor. My eyes glared to blank space until the monstrous clapping from the stands erupted and brought sound back to my ears. The tournament started and the deep stomps of hooves ran through the dirt. Knights clashed against their opponent until the other was knocked off. Screams of cheers roared through the wind and Rayne gripped my arm at my sister's words.

"A mystery knight?"

"My mystery knight." Rayne grinned ear to ear. "I heard this morning that he is a Cole, of the Stormlands."

"My father told me the same." Alicent revealed not earning so much as a reaction from me.

Nyra then looked at Alicent with a cheeky impression. "I've never heard of House Cole."

A knight riding a Bartheon flag gained our sight as he rode towards our section of seats. "Princess Rhaenys Targaryen!" The older man called out. I would humbly ask for the favor of 'The Queen Who Never Was'." The crowds cheered, making my blood boil. Her children Laena and Laenor Velaryon were sitting only feet away to my right. My cousins were young and I could see how much being away from the sea affected them. Here was chaotic and bloody. But the Princess Rhaenys bit her tongue walking to the railing.

Sliding her circle of twisted twigs and blue flowers over his lance she said, "Good fortune to you, cousin."

"I would gladly take it. Only if I thought I needed it."

My arms were then grabbed before I could get up and say anything by Rayne and my younger sister. I sat back in my seat and exhaled. Twisting the pendant on my new necklace was the only thing to ease my nerves. My sister and Alicent chattered about castle gossip over my lap with Rayne as I strived to ignore them. I sipped my wine with a smirk watching as this mystery knight quickly knocked the old Baratheon man off his horse.

"What do you know about this Ser Criston Cole, Ser Harrold?" Nyra questioned in a low tone, curious of this newcomer as well.

"I'm told Ser Criston is common-born, son of Lord Dondarrion's steward. But other than that, and the fact that he's just unhorsed both of the Baratheon lads, I really couldn't say." Ser Harrold informed her, leaving an impression on my little sister.