Born on the nightfall of a tragedy, raised with the weight of power and expectations over her shoulders, Elaenora Arryn knew her fate could not be written by the Seven, but only by herself.
Carrying the blood of both the murderer and the murdered i...
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« Tomorrow, be ours»
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The sun shined bright over the crowded city of King's Landing. Inside the Red Keep, the servants attended their duties and the guards patrolled around sharing conversations about the latest news in the realm. Princess Rhaenyra, recently married to her second cousin Ser Laenor Velaryon, sat outside against the Godswood breathing the fresh air with furrowed eyebrows, absorbed in deep thought and tapping her thumbs against each other.
Ever since her wedding, she had barely been able to do anything other than think repeatedly. She did not know how to make her marriage work. It was one of the best political alliances she could have acquired, yet the state in which both her husband and herself were was far from the one an ideal couple could encounter themselves in. It was not only the difficulty they would face when it came to bearing heirs for the realm, but also the tension inside the Red Keep, especially from Otto Hightower and Alicent's part. Rhaenyra knew they would eventually represent a threat to her claim to the Iron Throne, and not knowing when that time would come consumed her thoughts and knitted a huge knot inside her entrails. On top of that, her uncle seemed to be still deeply engraved in her mind and the depths of her chest with nothing left for her to do about it.
After the situation they had shared inside that brothel a few moons ago and the consequences it had for Rhaenyra, Daemon was running in her veins deeper than ever before. Seeing him flirting with the young and beautiful Laena Velaryon during Rhaenyra's wedding had not helped to ease her mind and the concern rooted in it. Rhaenyra considered her cousin Laena to be an absolute beautiful delight, yet she could not help but feel her fists aching to clench and her lips twitching whenever she remembered the interactions between Daemon and Laena. She hid it in front of everyone else, but Rhaenyra could not hide it from herself. She was utterly jealous as to why Laena suddenly seemed enough and perfect in Daemon's eyes yet Rhaenyra, his niece, who had always worked to earn his affection, had been so quickly discarded away. She did not understand why Daemon seemed determined to earn Laena's hand while he had let Rhaenyra go at the smallest complication without as much as of a fight.
"You seem preoccupied, Princess," that soft and modulated voice she once cherished and now rubbed her always the wrong way interrupted her self-absorption, making Rhaenyra snap out of her thoughts to see Alicent standing a few steps away from her with her round pregnant belly and her composed form.
"Your Grace", Rhaenyra greeted her with formality and a subtle sigh in her voice.
"Is something bothering you? You look quite absorbed in yourself ever since your wedding," Alicent commented, not daring to step closer to Rhaenyra, and collecting her hands under her belly, trying to create some sort of bridge between the two women who had once been the best of friends.
Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, yet she took a subtle deep breath and answered with the same put-together tone she forced herself to keep in public.
