"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ With flowers and my love }
A week after the nameday celebration, Valyria was once again fitted for a gown. But this time, she knew exactly what she would wear.
Seeing as Alicent had organized the ball, everyone was free to wear what they wished. So, Valyria would show her pride and wear purple; her color.
She looked in the mirror and hissed as the woman pricked her with a pin. "Please be careful," She grunted from the tightness of the dress. The woman nodded, then looked in Valyria's reflection.
"What color jewelry would you like to wear, Princess? I was thinking of an emerald necklace..." Valyria shook her head and looked at the necklace she wore in her reflection.
"No. I will wear this necklace, and my crest ring." The tailor looked at the sapphire dragon adorning the Princess' neck, then nodded, accepting defeat on that matter.
Finally, she had finished. She stepped off of the podium and let out a long drawn-out breath as the woman unlaced the back of the dress. Halfway undressed, the people were dismissed.
Valyria groaned and collapsed back on her bed. She loved balls, yes, she did, but she detested fittings. Endless poking and prodding combined with the construction of her lungs is enough reason to hate the occurrence.
She reached her hand up to touch the jewel at the end of the chain. It was a sapphire, her newest favorite jewel, in the shape of the dragon on the Targaryen crest. It was a gift for her nameday, and she knew that she would treasure it always.
The door opened, and she huffed as she closed her eyes.
"I do not wish to continue, tailor, so please, make your exit." But the person just walked closer. She groaned and sat up, then saw Daemon.
She then felt incredibly exposed in only her undergarments.
"Daemon. What can I do for you? Apologies, but I'm slightly preoccupied at the moment." He raised a brow.
"You look like your mother. Except for the eyes. You have the eyes of our ancestors." He walked closer, and she had to hold herself tightly against the edge of the bed. He chuckled at her apprehensiveness.
"I am only here to relay a message from the Queen, that Hightower bitch. We will all be attending a joust today. Ready yourself." She nodded and he turned to leave, then called over his shoulder as he left.
"Keep at it." And he was gone, leaving her confused. But she knew one thing for sure.
She needed to clothe herself.
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Valyria winced at the sight of knights knocking other knights off of their horses. Viserys grinned and clapped wildly, calling for another. Valyria turned to the person beside her, who just happened to be Aemond.
