Tale of Two Queens

[041] Old Memories

Young Mera turned the page in her book, humming as she laid in an abandoned graveyard, leaning on the gravestone that said 'Teddy'.  She sighed, softly giggling as she read her book.

Her newly dyed black hair blew softly in the wind as she smiled. "Don't judge Teddy. He just got cheated by the ghost. Now he's throwing a tantrum."

Mera laughed again as she shifted. Her black shirt and pants were made for comfort in the early summer afternoon as she spent her sunny days at Dragonstone in the graveyard. Her laugh echoed through the forest as the birds chirped away.

She laid comfortably there, filling the absence of her father with her favorite gravestone. Sometimes she'd clean the gravestones before placing her own little black bows on them. Her little world of solitude hugged her as she burned through book by book. 

Death sat right behind her, narrowing his kind brown eyes as he made sure Mera had not seen her. He watched her laugh, talking to the gravestone like a mad woman as he took out his notes and charcole shard.

Teddy was her best friend. The one that heard her laugh and rant as he had laid dead for centuries. Forgotten by time, Mera had found him again as she read to him to keep him company, even all that was left of him was just a gravestone.

Death ran through his notes, adding some points as he sighed. Teddy was the childish short version of Theodore. He smirked, watching Mera sit up as she gasped.

"No, that's horrible! Teddy, listen. 'He made his way up the stairs to the throne, a smirk across his face as he successfully finished his mission. They were all dead and they had all left him the thing he wanted, the throne.' Teddy! Holy shit!" Mera looked around as she covered her mouth.

"That's too cruel." Mera looked to the marble gravestone before gasping as she blinked. "No I am not overreacting, this man just allowed his entire family to die and made a deal with the dead, all for the throne and to be with his lover."

She smiled before laying back, her raven hair in loose braids as pieces fell out freely. A bit of her felt ridiculous but it was what would have happened if her father were still around.

"I'll have that kind of love some day. Just wait Teddy."

Silence.

Mera snickered in response, "Don't be jealous. You're still my favorite." She turned the page before sitting up as she heard a crack. She looked around and narrowed her eyes.

"Well, look it here." Rhaena walked out of the woods in her hunting gear along with three squires as she taunted Mera.

She swallowed, standing up as she felt defenseless. "Look who's reading to the dead now. Are you missing your daddy so much that you read to dead men?"

"No." Mera said with a pout as she clutched her book. She wanted so badly to smash the book across Rhaena's face, imagining it was Daemon's face. The man who murdered her father.

Rhaena smiled, "You really are something. Manipulating your mother into believing your capable of being good. You're cursed Mera. Cursed for eternity."

Mera scoffed, "At least I have a mother."

Shit.

Oops.

Rhaena's smile dropped as the three squires gaped. They looked to one another as they covered their mouths to not laugh. Rhaena fisted her hands as she burned with fury. She took out her dagger with a swipe as Mera tensed and took a step back.