𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘿'𝙎 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

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                     It's not the first i've heard than

"Fire! fire! ring the bells!"

as chaos uproared at the red keep with everyone running around screaming their lungs out, pieces of heavy blocks fell outside the gates and some landing in the courtyard as all witnessed the tower of the hand burn from within and its structure wither away

and you might be thinking, whom ever had it been to cause such ruckus?

well it was none other than zaenya targaryen herself, the rogue princess leaned back against the pillar as she happen to be at the scene with a smug smirk lacing her lips and her eyes twinkling with delight as she saw otto hightower nearly lose his mind yelling at the guards as he stared upon his tower with grave horror—a very look zaenya indulged in as she let out a tiny chuckle

as if otto could sense the mere presence of zaenya, his eyes zeroed towards her as his face constructed into one of rage as he stomped his way to where she stood "you!" hissed the man pointing his wrinkled finger her way, the tall woman rose her brow

"me?" she pointed to herself holding in her laughter

"you did this!" raged the hand as he seethed "i will have you face heave punishment for this ...grotesque! you've caused upon my damned tower!" he rose his voice as he glared at her with nothing but hate

zaenya stared at the man for a moment before she snorted pushing off the wall facing him, she nearly choked on her giggle upon her nearly towering the mans stature "you, little angry old man, have no ounce of evidence that dearest i caused this" she smiled sweetly "now hurry along before the whole of your precious tower grains into forgotten ash, bye now" she waved tauntingly walking away from his oncoming rageful screams

now let's pause here and back track to what happened prior to zaenya doing this

the tall woman walked casually through the hallways of the castle with her hands shoved in her pockets and a whistled tune leaving her lips, she had just came from her little talks she agreed to have with alicent as a way for to form some sort of understanding to which zaenya didn't really care for, as long as she get to stare at the beautiful face of alicent for nearly a whole afternoon, that was fine by her