if there is light then I am going to swallow it.
if there is a god then I'm going to make him cry.
or in which,
the eldest daughter of the king viserys the peaceful, rejects the prospect of being the heir in favor of her younger sister.
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LUCREZIA STOOD A few steps below her sister as she watched lord after lord drop to their knees and commit their oaths to her younger sister, a smirk tugging at her lips when their straying eyes would drift to her.
her deep red dress with many pleats and gold detailing caught many eyes, it had been the first time the eldest Princess was seen since the tourney, and my; was she a vision.
Lucrezia smiled small as the rugged lord of winter bent a knee at her sisters feet, his eyes straying towards the elder princess as he spoke his oaths; "I, Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell..."
his voice drowned out within her ears as she studied his face; his icy blue eyes to his scarred jaw, it fascinated her how a man could be so beautiful yet so rugged and scarred at once.
"I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name... King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, do hereby name..." her father broke her stare as she turned her head to him, their eyes colliding as he spoke his final words with an almost grimace as he stared at his eldest.
"Rhaenyra Targaryen Princess of Dragons heir to the Iron Throne."
it sounded more of a curse then a blessing, as the crown was mounted upon her sisters head.
•
LUCREZIA had made herself scarce after the coronation, slinking in the shadows of the grand hall where the celebration was now held, watching as her sister was swept within a dance with amusement, Rhaenyra detested dancing.
sipping on her goblet of gold arbor, she sighed her eyes flicking for some amusement when a smooth voice entered her ears, "all alone, little princess?"
she smirked, her head bowing to the lord. "I'd hardly say I am truly alone in a room full of people seems hard to believe, my lord."
Rickon smiled, his hand in offering, "may I have a dance, my princess?" With a soft smile and a wicked gleam in her eyes, her soft palm slid into his callous grip.
he spun and danced her to the classical beat, his form stiff as if he was not used to dancing and Lucrezia found it all too amusing.
"Do you not dance often, my lord?" She jests, as his boot made contact with the edges of her skirts once again, and a gruff sound of a laugh escaped his lips.
"I haven't danced in an attempt to woo someone in many years, princess." Rickon smirked as her brows raised, "well aren't you brazen,"
Rickon's head cocked, "mayhaps, or much like yourself; I am used to getting what I want." he leaned in, just an inch before the dance ordered a partner swap.
she sighed as she landed within a strangers arms, her coloured eyes watching as the stark lord retreated from the floor, his grey eyes upon her as he turned.
A wicked grin pulled at her lips as Rhaenyra spun next to her with a quirked brow, a laugh escaping her lips as she grabbed Lucrezia's hands, the two waving off their partners as they danced together.
"He is handsome isn't he?" Lucrezia sighed as the two looked towards the Lord and Rhaenyra snickered, "if you like the type that seem as if they'd kill you, sure."
Lucrezia beamed, "I love that sort, dear sweetling."
