Blood Of My Blood

A walk in the gardens

" Septa Marlow told me about the red mark on your wrist today" Rhaenyra said as she brushed her daughter's braids out of her hair. Meya rolled her eyes over her sentence and groaned.
" It wasn't any of her business. I'm fine!" Meya snapped. Rhaenyra didnt bother to react and kept brushing. "You know it is kinda her business to inform me iff my daughter has been harmed or threatened" She informed.

Meya turned her head towards her mother with an annoyed look on her face. "You worry about a stupid little red mark on my wrist when there was an incident in the courtyard today!?" She laughed.

After what happened in the courtyard, it was clear that Ser Harwin Strong and his father were to leave King's Landing and return to Harrenhal due to people gossiping iff the Velaryon boys were truly Velaryon.
" There is nothing to talk about about it, Meya." Rhaenyra said putting down the brush on the table infront of Meya and looked in the mirror directly at her daughter. " I know what Jace asked you once Harwin left the room" Meya remarked. Rhaenyra looked at her curiously. "I know he asked iff he really was a bastard".

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes as she let out a small chuckle over it. " I'm not talking about this right now." Rhaenyra made clear walking away. Meya stood up from her chair to face her mother. " Is it true? I need to know. I've heard it over and over again by many who believe that they are his and not our father. Even that I might be his or whatever man except father who I could be bastard to. Mother I need to know!" Meya said with tear threatening to fall down her cheeks. Ever since her two brothers were born She would hear the people talking behind their backs. She would hear the young girls of lords in her lessons with Septa Marlow mocking her brothers. People had even made rumours about herself iff she really was the true born son to Laenor Velaryon or iff someone else was her father.

It had been eating her up most of the time in her life. She needed to know, know everything. The truth, what is the lie, iff the people in King's Landing were right or wrong. Everything about it.

Rhaenyra looked at her eldest and only daughter. Guilt was spread across her face. Also along with some kind of shame. She didn't wanna lie to her or keep things away  but she knew that for her and her children's own safety it has to be that way. Her eyes fell to the floor and took a deep breath before speaking. "No matter who your father is, true born or bastard. All each of you will remain Targaryen. The house's blood runs through your veins. And all of you remain my children no matter what happens, my dear daughter".

Meya looked up at her mother. The tears had stained her pink cheeks. She gave her mother a look of confusion but proudness. She was still curious though after all. "Mother....I know you kinda got the same question a while ago today but..." Meya gulped in nervousness. Here goes nothing.
" Is Laenor Velaryon truly my father?..."

***
The next day Meya wandered around the castle gardens. Her hair was beautifully put up in a braid and was long light green dress with white details all over it. She enjoyed the sun shining over the gardens with the wind breezing through the bushes and trees. She felt calm.
" Why are you wandering all alone?"

Meya jumped as she heard a voice. She quickly turned to see Aemond. Last time they had spoken it was in the dragon pit where the hideous prank took place. "Getting some fresh air I suppose. Along with avoiding people which seemed to go unsuccessfully" She answered him and walked past him knocking her shoulder with his making him stumble back a little. " We've haven't been talking for days" he remarked. Meya stopped dead in her tracks and rolled her eyes. "That we have" she replied shortly. She closed her eyes for a moment or two. Not wanting to turn her gaze around to Aemond who stood watching her. "I've been wanting to talk to you" he confessed almost hesitantly.

Meya chuckled a little bit over his statement. Of course he wanted to. Of course he wanted to go on apologise to over for accusing her of being a part of one of Aegon's pranks with Jacaerys and Lucereys yet again. He almost thoight she would have some part of it for some reason every single time. He never really trusted her, she knew that. But the more she got accused. The more it pained her. "Let me guess" Meya exhaled turning around to Aemond. "You wanted to go on, apologise for accusing me yet again for the same thing you always accuse me of and hoping we would go back to being friends?"