The Rogue Prince has lost his wife in a terrible accident which leaves him the option to remarry.
Lady Anastasia Tully is a kind girl from the Riverlands thrown into the mess of the dragon family - a mess she is trying so hard to avoid yet it seems...
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Lady Jeyne Rowan
The days were passing and the more Lady Anastasia Tully was getting anxious about her grand wedding with the Prince. She wanted to see her family more than ever — to properly say goodbye to her being a Tully. In a few weeks, Anastasia Tully will no longer be — it will simply be Anastasia Targaryen. The new name will probably feel odd yet she knew she had to take it in and accept it as the new her.
Something that Anastasia truly doesn't know how to do is hairstyling her own hair. She has always been a wild girl in that sense. She always let her hair flow free as it is and she never wanted her wavy curls off — ever.
So, one of her ladies-in-waiting, Lady Jeyne Rowan, is currently doing her braids in her hair.
"You're going to look so breathtaking, Anastasia." says Jeyne, as she continues making her braids. "You know..." She smirks before continuing. "Targaryens love having braids on them."
Anastasia scoffs and lets out a slight smile. "So?"
"So?" Jeyne asks, taken back. "My darling, you are going to be a Targaryen in a few weeks. This is something you should consider wearing more."
"I like my hair as it is."
"Wild? Unkempt?"
Anastasia looked at her through the mirror with a fake shocked expression. "Unkempt? My hair is very taken care of!"
Jeyne laughs. "Of course my lady, you know what I meant."
Anastasia rolls her eyes in response and hums. "I have to see the Queen soon, she wants me to meet someone."
"Who?"
"I don't know."
"You have met a lot of people recently. Is the Princess as spoiled as they say?"
"Well, yes. She is a princess. Wouldn't you be spoiled if you were in her place?"
"Oh Anastasia," Jeyne makes eye contact with her through the mirror. "I already am."
