"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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{ It's been a long time coming, but }
It had been some time since Helaena had left Aemond to ponder with her words and much had changed. Valyria had gotten a handmaid, Melara, who was a spy for Alicent. She knew that, as did Melara, who told her that the day she went to her.
An excerpt;
"Madam, I humbly introduce myself as Melara, a servant of the Queen. It is my duty to report to Her Majesty on a weekly basis. I kindly request you to exercise discretion in sharing any information with me, as I have a child whose safety may be compromised if I withhold any relevant details from the Queen."
Since then, Valyria had admired the girl. She was only around ten and eight, much older than Valyria, but she was wise, and she had been a slave in Volantis only two years ago, where she was with child.
She now hides the child in her home with her sister, who came with her.
Melara was pretty and immediately drew the eyes of every man in the castle. But Valyria was fine with that because it helped her. She needed someone who could charm powerful men. She had dark Dornish skin and hair, from her mother, and pale blue eyes, from her father, a Volantis noble.
She was a spy for Alicent, but she was also a spy for Valyria. She allowed her to tell Alicent certain things that she knew would satisfy the Green Queen, but she had to keep certain secrets.
Valyria dressed her in beautiful clothing, for a handmaid, and made sure that she was paid handsomely, to care for her daughter.
But other things had changed as well. Or, they had not changed. Valyria had not bled, but Helaena, who had recently turned ten and four, did. It was decided that she and Jacerys would be wed in a few short years.
But, it was a week before Valyria's fourteenth nameday, and she still had not bled. It concerned Alicent, who worried that she would have to break the betrothal between her and Aegon if she was unable to conceive.
Back to Valyria's nameday. There was to be a ball, as always. Valyria was being fitted for another dress, in the color of black. She was getting older, so she knew that she would have to wear her mother's colors.
She gasped and groaned as she inhaled quickly. Melara winced. "Apologies, princess—" Valyria shook her head as she took quick breaths and groaned.
"Keep going, Mel, all is well." Melara's reflection looked apologetic as she pulled once more, then tied the corset. Valyria looked into the reflection, then at the corset that was constricting her.
"Good, Mel. Now, for the love of the Gods, please—"
The door opened, and Valyria didn't even look as she stood straight and placed her hands on her stomach, trying to slow her rapid breaths.
