"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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{ what if i told you i'm a mastermind? }
Valyria never uttered a word about that night, not one. Not about the stag, the boar—nothing. It seemed obvious what happened, and it was. But to Valyria, and everyone else, she had proven herself.
Half a year later, she was recovering from her encounter with the boar, and the disappearing act of the Valyrian princess was spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, eventually reaching Daemon in a letter.
He chuckled, and Rhaenyra, who was reading, looked up. "What?" He smiled. "Your daughter has found herself famous. Listen to this. 'And the princess was lost in the Kingswood all night, until she came back alone injured, with a boar in tow. The Princess' Hunt, it has been named.'"
Rhaenyra raised a brow and then chuckled. Her daughter was so different from her, but as she grew, Rhaenyra realized that she was exactly like her.
"She will be a great Queen after me," Rhaenyra commented. Daemon nodded as he placed the scroll on their bedside table.
"She will have to remain in favor with the Greens if she is to ever survive long enough to sit on the throne. With Aegon and Aemond by her side, she just might." Rhaenyra frowned. "Aemond? What does he have to do with any of it?"
"Oh, wife, do not tell me that you are blind to what is happening. Your daughter has them both right where she wants them. I doubt they would do anything against her." Rhaenyra laughed, then saw that he was serious.
"Daemon, Valyria is not malicious, and she is not particularly clever either. The boys are loyal. Nothing else."
Daemon nodded, but he disagreed. He wondered how she knew so little about her daughter, but elected to read by her side instead of argue.
He had faith that the princess would bring his plan together neatly.
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Valyria had flourished in the months since the 'Princess' Hunt' as the bards were calling it. Her injuries had healed, but she would never forget that night. It wasn't very memorable, but to her, it symbolized something.
At the moment, she was in the courtyard leaning against a wall watching Aemond and Aegon train.
But while she had flourished, she wished more than anything that she could wield a weapon. After getting caught practicing in her room by herself, Viserys realized that he would have to forbid it. So, she would never hold another sword.
"Good, good, work on your footwork, but keep your feet planted. Good, Aemond, perfect." Aegon was covered in sweat and was panting as he leaned over and placed his hands on his knees.
He looked up and saw Valyria watching them. She was wearing a dark red sleeveless dress with black sleeves underneath. No matter the heat, she would wear her sleeves.
