The Violet Flower {And Her Targaryens}

Chapter 5

"Princess Daella Targaryen!" A loud voice range out as the princess made her way into the room. All eyes in the room locked on her.

She steps forward into the room fully, her eyes land on her uncle Daemon, then they drift to a woman next to him, curly silver hair. Daemons arms wrapped around the unknown women.

 The little princess turns her eyes towards her eldest sister, Rhaenyra, who began makeing her way to her sister.

"I'm glad you came" Rhaenyra places her hand on top of the little girls head then behind her back, leading her further into the room towards who she assumes is Rhaenyras sons. 

Both boys taller and older then the little princess. Their eyes stayed glued on the little girl.

"This is my eldest son Jacaerys and my second born Lucerys. They are your nephews." The little girl does a small curtsy to the boys. Then her eyes start to roam the room, they land on a boy, no older then 14, short blonde hair, sipping from a cup, eyes locked onto the little princess. The gaze making her nervous, not uncomfortable.

She tries not to stare to long and she continues to look around the room, she see's two twin girls sitting and snacking on some kind of cake. She smiles slightly towards the girls. The doors the princess just walked through herself mere moments ago begins to open again.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen!" Her eyes land on the figure, a boy no older then 12, her breath halts, like he took it away from her. When his eyes lock with her its like she could breath again and more. Like her world finally started to see color. Her eyes landing on the color of green he was wearing.

But as soon as the thoughts and feelings came, they went. Her attention was drawn back towards the brunette boys she was just introduced to, as Lucerys grabs her hand gently, pulling her to the table to sit down.

Jacaerys pulls the princess's chair out for her and she sits down while whispering a polite thank you to the boy. He nods at her with a gentle smile. She glances over at the boy she saw sipping from a cup earlier then as her eyes start skimming the table, they pass by the other blonde boy but her eyes quickly land onto her father.

A slightly scared look falls onto her face. Her father, covered in cuts and bandages, he looks horrible. 

A smile plastered onto his face never faltering though.

"Thank you, all of you, my family, my children. for being here today. It's lovely to see all of your beautiful and handsome faces. " Daella cringes at his words.

This man and these people have had nothing to do with her since she was born. Family is a strong word. She sits today with strangers.

They all start talking amongst themselves while nibbling on food. Daella just pushes her food around on her plate with her fork as she doesn't convers with anyone. All she wants, is to leave. She owes them nothing but yet she still feels the need to stay.

She lifts her cup up and takes a small sip then she hears loud throat stuck coughing coming from her father, everyone turns to the king worried. 

Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra stand up and go over to the king, they both help him up to his feet. "The king is getting tired, he must rest." Was all the hand of the king said. 

The curly haired women daemon had her arms around earlier politely bowed then excuses herself to follow the two.

The little princess begins to stand up leaving her food, wanting to leave to find her Knight. 

As she gets to the door a voice she doesn't recognize calls her name. "Daella? You're not leaving yet are you? You haven't even said hi to your big brother." A cocky tone coming from the person.