"I am Daenaera of House Targaryen, the blood of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon. I was King's Viserys first born daughter, and named Heir to the Iron Throne. I will bow to no man, much less the blood of a usurper." - Queen Daenaera Targaryen
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Laenor and Daenaera
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The day had come, the ship had sailed, the wind had blown. Daenaera was to be sold to the Velaryon's given in marriage. Rhaenyra stayed home to help Alicent prepare for the royal weddings. Otto had stayed at court rather than depart to tend to his own marriage. It was another ploy to make Aegon heir, Daenaera knew.
Rain fell softly around them, Ser Criston and Daenaera stood at the front of the ship. Driftmark was in sight, "You seem tense, Princess." Ser Criston noticed, "we are only here to betroth you. Within the evening, we will be sailing back to King's Landing." He knew how to comfort her in her time of need.
