It is said that when the gods threw a coin at the birth of the last son of Viserys I, it mysteriously went to join that of the second daughter of the king, Maela.
The world knew the story of these two dragons who felt the strongest love for each ot...
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IT WAS ALWAYS WARM IN THE SOUTH. This is exactly why the rooms of the youngest princess was always airy. She loved the sun, having the rays and the breeze running across her face. The white and fluid dress of the Targaryen princess extended to the feet of her wooden chair, remaining bright despite the paint around.
Maela could feel her brother's eyes pierce her back. The youngest of the princes always spent his free time in this haven of peace that were the rooms of his sister. Calm, bright, fragrant... a whole set that made him feel at home.
— Jacaerys has trouble learning Valyrian. And our sister who prevents him from attending lessons, because she does not want him to spend too much time with me, does not help.
— Does the maester even pay any attention to him ?
— Not really, said Daeron, rising. He did not interact with him often, leaving him.
Maela watched him pass next to her and go down the steps that raised her painting spaces. He walked into the middle of the room, where a small sitting room sat. Daeron grabbed an apple and tossed it in the air. He seemed satisfied with his fruit. His white hair shone and his eyes sparkled because of the tasty bite of his fruit. It was perfect.
— Don't move.
— How ?
— Don't move Daeron, she exclaimed as she saw him turn.
The young dragon jumped and froze like a marble statue. From the corner of his eye, he tried to distinguish all the noise that his sister made. The princess unhook her canvas and put it on the ground before running to take a virgin and a wooden pencil.
— You will always fascinate me, he laughed.
— Inspiration cannot be controlled. It comes to you and takes you like an eternal breath. The colors are perfect, your position, your hair to the winds... Everything keeps me in suspense...
— How long should I stay like this ? I don't mind being your muse, dear sister, but my position is very uncomfortable.
— Just a few moments. I just have to make a sketch and then write down everything I would need for the realization ! This painting will be one of the most fantastic !
