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𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝
It had been two days since her brother left for the north, three since she was married off to a dragon. A dragon she couldn't quite figure out. Perhaps she didn't want to figure him out.
He had kept his distance. They only slept in the same chambers once and that was their wedding night. Much to her relief she hadn't seen him since.
Most of her time the past few days was spent getting to know those around the castle and getting to know king's landing.
Although she had been told as she was now a part of the royal family she was not allowed to wander off.
In the north she could do as she pleased, she could wander outside and sit in the snow. Watch people come in and out of winterfell.
And well here she felt like she was a wolf in a cage. Even if that wasn't the case.
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She walked around the halls of kings landing wondering where Daemon was at, wondering how her brother was and when she would next wee him.
She knew he was also to be married for their house's sake. And to make sure their line carried on.
At this thought she stopped walking and turned to one of the windows that overlooked the courtyard. The queen, her now sister in law, had lost a babe a few weeks before. The only loving child Aemma and the king had was Rhaenyra.
The young princess was about ten and three, she had only seen her once. And that was at her wedding. She was standing next to an older girl.
Melelle knew who the older girl was, Alicent Hightower she was about two years younger then her.
Melelle signed all these thoughts she had and she couldn't say anything to anyone. As she had no one here.
She looked away from the window as her eyes landed on a man who was getting closer to her. She furrowed her brows as he reached her. Bowing his head at her bit before looking back up at her.
"Lord hand" She greeted him, she knew about Otto. But not about her husband's hate to him "Is everything well"
"Lady Melelle I've been sent to get you" He muttered "By the king"
"Why?" Even more confusion hit her as she kept her gaze on him "My lord hand why does the king want me"
"He does not, but he had his brother. Your husband is walking around the halls arguing with lord"
"I do not see why that is my problem" She stopped herself as she realised.
"Lady Stark you are his wife and that means you must deal with him"
"Deal with him. " She scoffed "He is the prince and brother to the king. Cant he do as he pleased"
"No not when he is disturbing people"
"By being in his home" She snaps "My lord hand do you have a problem with my husband"
"No" He says too quickly for her liking.
"I shall go find my husband. But I hope you remember even with your title I am not some child you can bully" She mutters and walks past him.
It seems everything she had heard about the lord hand was true. He was a spiteful old cunt.
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She didn't bother going to look for her husband, why would she, he wasn't hers to deal with nor would she listen to the spiteful hightower man. Instead she found herself sitting in her chambers writing a letter to her brother.
Now more than before she wanted to go home, she dropped the feather-pen on the desk as she sighed. She hadn't ever been this lonely and all she wanted was to return home. And see her brother.
The stark is snapped out of her bad thoughts as she hears someone enter her chambers, she knows who it is straight away. The man who keeps entering without fucking knocking. She sighs as she sees man's Targaryen blonde hair.
"Unless it is something important I suggest to leave" She mutters as she hears his laugh "I don't see how any of this is funny"
"You keep surprising me"
"As do you although i should have known your the type of person to go around arguing with people"
"Lords who are trying to use my brother for there own personal gain"
"Like the lord hand Otto Hightower" She states without thinking "I didn't mean that"
"Otto Hightower is nothing more than a cunt"
"You do not like your brothers chosen lord hand do you"
"Otto and I have a long history, one I'm not going to get into my wolf"
She rolls her eyes as Daemon walks over to where she sits and takes a seat on the couch far from her.
"He cannot be trusted Melelle don't go near him or even speak to that daughter of his"
"Isn't his daughter close with your niece"
"Yes but Otto Hightower only wants one thing and that is his blood near ours. He wants power"
She nods, although she doesn't agree with him at all. This side of Daemon is nice but she knows about his own ambitions for the throne too. He is his brother's heir until he has a son of his own.
As of now Melelle is surrounded by nothing but dragons. And that is more dangerous than a room full of people she doesn't like.
