The Rogue Prince has lost his wife in a terrible accident which leaves him the option to remarry.
Lady Anastasia Tully is a kind girl from the Riverlands thrown into the mess of the dragon family - a mess she is trying so hard to avoid yet it seems...
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As Anastasia began to awaken, the world around her appeared veiled in a haze, her senses slowly coming back to life. Blinking away the remnants of unconsciousness, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings, her vision gradually clearing.
As Anastasia cast her eyes downwards, she observed herself adorned in unfamiliar attire—opulent crimson garments that felt strangely out of place against her skin. Confusion furrowed her brow as she struggled to recall how she had come to be dressed in such luxurious attire.
A sense of unease crept over her as she scanned the room, her eyes settling on the figure of her husband, Prince Daemon Targaryen, seated nearby. He was engrossed in a book, his features illuminated by the light coming from the window.
Anastasia's heart quickened with a mixture of relief and apprehension at the sight of him, her mind grappling with the disjointed fragments of memory. Why does her legs hurt so much? And what about the babies? Were they safe? Were they okay? Questions swirled in her mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, each one adding to the growing sense of disorientation that enveloped her.
With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch the fabric of her gown, searching for some anchor in this surreal moment. But as her fingers brushed against the smooth material, the uncertainty only deepened, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of confusion.
Anastasia's voice emerged weakly, a mere whisper that Daemon could fortunately hear. "Daemon," she called out, her voice trembling with fatigue and uncertainty.
Daemon swiftly rose from his seat, his expression filled with concern as he hurried to her side. Gently, he reached out, his touch tender against her face and hands. "Anastasia, my love," he murmured softly, relief evident in his voice. "I'm so glad you've finally woken up."
Anastasia's relief was palpable, but confusion still clouded her features as she struggled to make sense of the situation. "How long... how much time has passed?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Four days," Daemon replied gently, his tone soothing yet tinged with worry.
Her eyes widened in astonishment at the revelation. "Four days?" she echoed, her mind reeling at the realization of how much time had elapsed since she last remembered. Before Daemon could say anything further, Anastasia's concern for their children overwhelmed her. "Where are they?" she asked anxiously, her thoughts immediately turning to their well-being.
He hesitated for a moment and then opened the door and called out to Ser Adrian Redfort, who stood outside. "Ser Adrian, please bring our babes to us," he commanded firmly.
As Ser Adrian hurried off to fetch their children, Daemon returned to Anastasia's side, his expression serious. "There's something I need to tell you before they come," he said, his voice grave.
"What? Is... is there something wrong?" Anastasia asked, her voice laced with concern as she struggled to make herself more comfortable, wincing in pain as she shifted on the bed.
