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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READING. Reading was one of her hobbies. She enjoyed discovering new things, feeding her curiosity about the world around them. So much was to be learned and understood. Discovering the thoughts, the researches of these writers who deposited their pen, sometimes centuries ago, were enjoyable. But the white headed also liked to read poor stories of love, adventure and conquest. It emptied her mind and allowed her to imagine what her life would have been like if she had not been born into her family.
Today, the reinforcement of the window was her corner. The stone had been cushioned with many large and thick cushions that allowed her to relax in the sun but also to illuminate her pages in this dark room. The closed window blurred her vision a little on the outside world. The view of the ocean was slightly blurred but the laziness that inhabited her did not give her the strength to open the windows.
Daeron had left them for a few months now. They were exchanging letters, always. It was their only source of communication and only the gods know that it was precious to them. Her daily life had been completely disrupted by this change. Her brother occupied such a place in her life, perhaps even too big. Every day was filled by the latter, almost all activities were at his side. Her estrangement made her realize she wasn't that close to Aemond and even her own twin.
Of course she spent time with them, but the connection with Daeron was much greater. He was like her world. He was the only one she turned to when things went wrong. He was like her home, her comfort when the storm hit. Formerly, she would never have moved to the room that occupy her sister to simply sit in her company, without even talking. Helaena played with her insects as she read. Maela would rather have been with Daeron to wander, steal or paint.
The doors of the room open to a woman in a green dress. With brown hair half raised, Queen Alicent made her entrance in all her splendor. Maela met her mother's hazel gaze. The girl received a smile that she always perceived at home. The same, again and again. The one she gave to all her children.
The white girl had trouble deciphering it at the beginning, knowing what it contained. For it was unique, the only one she had never seen. And then with time she understood. This smile was a curse, a sweet illusion that managed to deceive the spirits.
