𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 | Aegon II Targaryen

⁹°129 AC: WE'LL MEET AGAIN

Although it had been a long while since the King requested that Lord Tyrell join his council, the Lord still remained in Highgarden after 4 years.

There were a number of reasons for this, however, but the main one was Daemerea.

His wife thought of King's Landing with disgust. She'd grown fond of the rosy scent that came with living in Highgarden, so much so that the people of the Reach had begun calling her 'the Rose of Highgarden'.

Daemerea knew that she was happier when she was with her family, but she made the most of her situation.

Although the nights when Lord Tyrell would call her were dreaded, she still tried to remain a happy person.

The girl had turned 17 not long ago, making it another year that she bore no children for the Lord of Highgarden.

There were reasons for this as well, one being that the girl had only visited him in his chambers five times in their two-year marriage.

This did make him a bit upset, but Daemerea made up for it. The times that she would visit him were times that he thought about constantly. She was much more beautiful than his previous wife.

Her skin was still firm and soft, something that the man adored.

Daemerea didn't adore her husband as much as he adored her, however. The man had called her to his chambers the night after their wedding, but the girl managed to talk her way out of it.

She lay crying in her bed until she heard a knock on her door. Willem, her new stepson, had come to comfort her.

It ended up with him comforting her in more than one way, making her first experience with a man a pleasurable one.

They were 15 and inexperienced, but Daemerea appreciated the gesture more than anything in the world.

The times weren't just confined to one, however. Daemerea had been with Willem more times than she could count.

His father had only been lucky enough to have five experiences with the girl, but after every bad day Daemerea had, she would go to Willem.

She was right after all. Willem was her escape and she was eternally grateful to the boy.

Daemerea entered her husband's chambers, as he'd requested that Ser Harris fetch the girl.

Daemerea's hair was braided into a braid crown, something that Viserra would do for the girl when they were young. It made her feel closer to her sister.

Lord Tyrell secretly loved it when the girl's hair was like that. It made her look younger.

The Lord looked up at the girl, making her smile at him. "You wanted to see me, my Lord."

The fact that Daemerea had yet to use the Lord's name once was testament enough that she wasn't happy with him.

She'd learned that his name was Dorin a long time ago, but still called him 'my Lord'.

"Yes. The King has sent another raven." Daemerea rolled her eyes. Her uncle sent more ravens than her family did. She still hadn't heard anything about her sibling who should've turned 4.

She managed to keep track of her sibling's ages. Rhaegar had turned 21, Viserra 19, Aeryn 14, and Gael 6.

She wished her family would send her ravens. Viserra never sent any, even though they had been close in their youth.

What Daemerea didn't know was that her family had sent ravens. A lot of them.

They sent ravens about everything, but Lord Tyrell was a cruel man. He took every raven that was sent, burning them before they could reach Daemerea.